Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix (awfully famous!): (Song:) "In my little Kibbutz."
In my little Kibbutz
where I found U?
In my little Kibbutz
my only True?
In the days that we dance
I dance with U;
In my little Kibbutz
my One & only true-Blue..
A WORLD in strife
a future, love or a knife,
a kiss or farewell
tomorrow brings;
Heaven or Hell?
In my One sacred World
just loving U?
In my little Kibbutz
Our love is True.
In my little Kibbutz
I belong to U.
c.davedelacroix, corozal-belize.
Our Buddy in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: Is ya Blue Mah Blue?"
Is your Blue my Blue, is your Blue my Gig, the one that dances madly, CRAZY, killer-twist, does it fandango, will it waltz into our eternity, GONE!?
Is your Blue OUR Blue or fade into "Film-Noir" murder, blackmail, betrayal, that cinematic song? Will it mambo, will it tango into our eternity: GONE!?
Is ya bluest-azure memory, only mine, or yours, shared upon a beach; the gentle waves ripple over our entwined bodies, usurping all conception, no yesterday, tonight or the dawn?
c. dave delacroix. nov 2024.corozal-belize. chateaux pelican
Our Man/dude in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Romulus & Remus."
dedelcato, sergei, r.i.p.
ROMULUS & REMUS
Romulus & Remus, founders of ROME; couple O Punks outta (?), ANNEAS, Trojan refugee never officially claimed paternity (Twins?); why would he? And heavenly signs? Tough BIRDS flapped ...in silencio...out of reverence, the LORDS of Island-Helene coughed, Virgins, as Virgins DO...frantic-masturbators are STILL being UN-earthed to give testament by Grave-robbers with College Degrees/motto: "Relax: Your trinkets R safe we US!"...their only purloined-mortal fame? But BACK to our Future! And WHO/where is CALIOPE (lend me your horn?), who sings of the SHE-WOLF, that eternal BITCH who succored 2,000 years of torture, slavery, continental holocaust, SPAS, Taxes & Civic Prudence? REMY & REMUS: No vaudeville act EVER had such historical ECHO or consequence...outside of ANY Man's 11t hour: The Emperor Marcus Aurelius dealing with those pesky Germanics, now todays Semantic Tribes in the Middle East, bereft of a Pied Piper to evacuate all their Children, away, to learn together to join & live in Peace? Bring me your horn Caliope, ARTORIUS (John Heath-Stubbs)? Lend me your Ear, (Shakes-dude), Romulus & Remus, the PLAY's the thing; a repeat of all known everything. Lions & Reptiles do battle.
c.davedelacroix/david mich oxley, poet-dude. chillin in Belize. oct. 2024.
Our Man in Europe, now Belize: Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley: "The Whistler in the Wind."
(dedicato: Ladies of Corozal-Belize, Elizabeth & Evonne.)
The Whistler in the Wind.
MAH SUSHI (in Los Angeles) sent an E.T.A. (pre-fresh/still getting murdered) Never showed up? My Chateaubriand texted me from the restaurant-kitchen FLOOR: "How'd U want ME done? Pulverized or bleeding?" And the LIMO I ordered, impounded by non-SMOKING "body-Nazis" WOKES! (Tricky Society 2024.) AND...of an evening...there's always a FRAIL, deadlier than the Male - methinks? - at the end of every Song: "Shaddup & die Young!" or "Drink UP & BE Somebody!" all wrapped in a KISS ...for your loneliest memory...the Whistler in the wind.
MAH CONCERTINA (in Belize) at Corozal's NATURAL MYSTIC: "Le Cafe", NO microphone/no MESSAGE just a TICKY-TACKY WHA!? And U find me past "sell-date" still on the shelf, same wrecks as we ever Woz STRUMMIN our hour upon Life's commode; different costume, different HAT, mostly foot-dangling, kicking, weekdays, Sundays, always breezy, always perplexed, always WITH a question; Oh-Lordy! And ALWAYS a "frail", deadlier than the Male, leading me On, toward? Easily led? Dick-before-Brain? All joyfully parceled and sealed with a KISS... for your loneliest "Deja-vu"... the Whistler roving in da wind.
c. dave delacroix, Oct. 2024.....My best RAYMOND CHANDLER-Speak Girls!
Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE: dave delacroix: "The Boys by the Lake."
...The Boys by the Lake didn't give much of a hoot. JESUS!? A GIG is a Gig? Prophet numero 20/Life after Death? Gotta ring to it! Pool Guys, Fuller Brush Salesmen? Tele-sales? SPAM!? Always some clown knocking on your spiritual door? Mathew, Mark, Luke or John? Where DO they get these names? WORLD PEACE: The Hatfield's & the McCoys? Never in a month of Sundays! PETER (apparently) had a REAL job. Caught/sold fish. The rest of Em, hanging by the lake, Galilee, STONED, scrouging off the Villages, looking like dirt: who would-a guessed their claim to fame, right time, right place? (The BEATLES!) Nobody played electric guitar but there U have it: if your daughter had brought one home U'd-a gladly passed him on to the ROMANS, lion-fodder for THEIR theatrical games which, oddly is what mostly happened to these misfits. Funny how that worked out. The BOYS by the LAKE's sponging-lifestyle now embossed in the annals of history, the minds of a zillion believers, a chapter in the story of Homo-Sapien, a nano-universe encoring, awaiting the spiritual conveyance of the NEXT bunch, a wilder bunch (?), some crew by a lake, to cork-screw into sundry base, the be-deviled, determined, in the pursuit of the ownership & control of his fellow man's Soul? Cry, WAIL U chanting fools. Mother Nature's Love & kindness vanquishes All. Begone U Fishers of Men!
c. davedelacroix/david michael oxley ON FACEBOOK too. Oct. 2024.
Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, UP-coming Posts!
1: "The League of POOL GUYS!"
2: "My favorite KIBUTZ!"
3: "My DIVA is Quick!"
4: "My GUINNESS is sweating!"
....watch this space.
davedelacroix, dealing with Throat Cancer-thingy. Will post-soonest. INTERNATIONAL HUGS; Y-all can FIND ME on my current Facebook Page: DAVID MICHAEL OXLEY for UP-dates on my PULSE!
Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "A Braid in Plaid."
ARI'S always right when she quakes & googles, nobody's right,
she struts & frets delivering "plat du jour" SWANKS-hips!;
gives U lip-service; better be kind?
ARIADNE too, RIGHT! Serving U TEA, lunch, diner,
a limousine? She UN-weaves-lets down from her tower, HAIR;,
a braid in plaid expecting U to climb?
A KAREN in aspic: dat "jelly", tits-twibblin-tits, mouth, MOUTH
for-swear from she comes? (Horatio dances across a Ballet-stage?)
"My lawn is dead!" she screams. "Gotta BE somebody's fault!?"
c. aug. 2024, dave delacroix, corozal, belize.
Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "A Guitar for a Year."
A KADISH for my Kibbutz, a prayer for U, that HOUSE of Soul, carried in trust,
God's gift from birth to Life's resound, that wheels thru Peace, War, Love, despair,
life-long defiant in its fragility?
A Kadish for my Kibbutz, that Temple to your Soul, a Wailing-wall, a WELL of Souls
for ALL God's Children?
WHO tempers recognition with worldly desires, WHAT the Man, the DEVIL,
to dictate divinities synchronicity!?
A Kadish for my Kibbutz, now remembered, waxing in Eyes-fondness
passed clash-swords, spear, Glory or Shame: A Guitar in a Year
left fretting, SWEATING upon the stage of eternities' Yesteryear...
c. Davedelacroix, Aug. 2024; Old throat Cancer-NEW Painkillers. Yo!
Our Man in Europe (famous=dude), dave delacroix/david michael oxley: "SUICIDE!"
Dropping DEAD, outright-SHOT/car-wreck in Bakersfield, CA., SHARK-ATTACK, FLA, MUSLIM-TERRORISTS at the Shoeshine, Paris-France? The dripping FAWCETT of Throat Cancer? U ever LOOK at an IMAN'S shoes or ask your landlord if he masturbates?
WHISKY libations, PRAYERS to INVISIBLE GODS whose LEGENDS, portrayed in Books, SCRIPTURES, hieroglyphics, MAYAN Jigsaws?
ABOVE ALL, that GLINT, that OPTIC, that spark-EYED to fall in love, or dig deep into Man's survival DANCE, later to "morph":
"I wondered/Wandered as a CLOUD, BELOW!!!.....a ship of Fools."
...my Suicide or demise was always a-waiting.
c. dave delacroix. 8/10/2024
OUR MAN in EUROPE/in Belize, Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley: "Sweet Lorraine."
COMPRESSED, discomfort, UN-channeled, SIN, a FEAR that riddles - Politic? - VOICES!/Chorus, most voices- CHORUS, a hollow cheer; most voices in the battles-rear, I write my love, sweet Lorraine?
USURPED, kidnapped, RUSSIAN-ROULETTE or Harpooned, the Ace of Spades, life-MADE: Nevsky-Prospect, St. Petersburg-sleigh, jingles my love, sweet Lorraine? Pushkin's fate?
DO I DARE break the CURSE of HISTORY/Love's eternal VERSE or trouble future Romeos? In dark/light, fear/flight who BREAKS, sweet Lorraine, God's mold of Man's formidable destiny?
c.davedelacroix. Aug2, 2024.
OUR MAN in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix: "Greco-Hiroshima."
(dedicato. Brain Pavlik. Long time Amigo.)
"OH the HORROR, the FASCINATION!?" with our arms & legs, the visible skeleton, your intimate X-ray (B-ZZZZ!), info-consumed, EX-hummed in the latest Archeological DIG!?
A necklace, bracelet, cooking-pot, the ancient HOOD in wind-swept RUIN? Not a glimpse, less U invent it, of JOY de VIE, that last kiss before "Mano e ManO", bloodied, slain at your door?
Olianis, his blood spattered on the Ceramics. Kesha. Burnt alive. Her bones in the oven! Lycia-ravaged, aftermath, the VOLCANO eruption to seal the crime
then usurped by ALIENS who dissect the SANCTITY of our ending and enjoy, day's ending, at a nearby trattoria con Vino?
EONS fast forward. The Auschwitz Beer Resort. Hiroshima-Ground Zero Hotel. No volcanic gas to asphyxiate, but there will always be the "SEA PEOPLES", ...as WE, distracted, paint our own houses, temples, with visions of joy, the rictus-grin of greed-without!
c.2024. daveedelacroixdavid michael oxley, belize, consumate-groovey feeling. Herculaneum/Pompeii/Alexandria/all MINOAN, thera.
Cancer-dude. OUR MAN IN EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix, BUY ME A GUN!
Buy me a Gun my Babee whispered, dewy eyes, 6 months, cancer-hugging, horror, but no-reprise. Buy me a GUN. Picky on that noun, English-by, Tenneses Belle, a daughter of ROBERT E. LEE, some aristo, the SOUTH, Cancer-bound. ON-COLOGISTS, never outta work. Buy me a Gun TOO, every 2nd day? ^* or 5 years old, That Caner-Gig don't GIG FACEBOOK; KIDS-welcome! By me a Gun. Show me where to point it.
.c.davedelacroix. our man in europe/belize, 2024
Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: Song of Solomon & Saladin.
...WOE TO THE VANQUISHED who will find NO Peace, to the SUB-cerebral, the wall-bangers, the fanatics, the insistent, the doctrine- raging for whom PEACE is not their objective? The Balled-cut indoctrinated, the MOM & POPS bereft, the collective ASS-HOLE pointing West, the racist diatribe that usurps all fresh thought, a testament of Religio-Chauvinism, WOMEN, children-un-worthy or alternative Thought?
WOE TO THE VANQUISHED, Soccer-Hooliganism Politics prevail now HERALDED by the HERALD, the MESSENGER, the MEDIA, far from the wisdom of SOLOMON, or far from the wisdom of Muslim SALADIN who shared the keys to a Christ's Sepulcher....for All?...Education. Health Care. For PEOPLE? Everything else is Cheap Whisky. Let them enjoy Life & live in Peace.
WOE TO THE VANQUISHED!!! SOLOMAN & SALADIN RULE: U spot GREED? Kick Em into the dirt!!!! WOE, if U fail.
c.davedelacroix. 2024, Corozal, Belize.
Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Who GODS da GODZ!?"
...THE VAMPIRE AT YOUR THROAT that never let's go suckles your final "Mon-bots", swallows, deep-throats... that concept of twilight, night and day, then acrobats your tomorrows, boo-ga-loo like it has no WHA!? ...a flood of memories, shadowing past good deeds until they SWELL into the Borscht of a life-long Revolution. People died. Maybe. Nobody, no-longer hugs. Anti-SMOKING FASCISTS roam the streets, cafes, restaurants, poolrooms like NAZIS with impunity!
THE VAMPIRE KISS, succulating your naked, vulnerable -blood-pulses into a Strangers World-Kharma to be lost in translation, in TRANSLATION ever-more. HISTORY? Yours? Mine? The KIDS on the Street? .....History's Umbilical screaming within its ecstasy, a universal hunger, the PILL for the rabid-divine, licking-chops, one last candle: "WHO Gods the Gods!? And THE VAMPIRE...at your throat. Where else? Simulation, lip-smacking, pretending to KISS? WHO PAYS his/her $$$ BILS and in the clear light of dawn, a "GO-FUND-ME" for a coffin; Allah, Jesu, Budda and their crews... Coin to count.
NIGHT FALLS like a CHARCOAL. Mahler music or that frick from SWEDEN, outlived the lot, slow, lumber some, a soundtracks blood-oozing from yesteryear veins, yesterday's wounds, WOLFSBANE fragments now on display in an OSLO or STOCKHOLM Museum. Debelius? Delirious-Dobee-DO! You can pay an admission fee. There's a Snack BAR too where once love, hate, violence, love & peace once prevailed; catch an Eddie-MUNCH painting on...ON your way out.
c.2024. belize. dave delacroix, 33 chemoes. still yakkin.
Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "WHISKY!"
My memory-kid-City GONE!!! Old friends, loves, history, some died, some died INSIDE, or refugees, still-life shells, Lamia-shed skins of their promise; great BOO-GA-LOO, but WHISKY don't change?
My DREAMS, PHEW!? Not even a breeze ALLOHA! Still the wild wind blows and that KISS-memory, success/failure rattles day/nights cage but WHISKY, on STAGE? U got it!? A lipstick KISS to brand U into Hamlet's Elsinore.
c.june,2024, davedelacroix,corozal, belize.
Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The marrow in your Bones."
It's always TOUGH when your DICK falls off & rudderless, back-up WIT fails U at the FARM-Auction Disco or what pitiful marketplace U frequent? It's always tough.
It's always a RUIN, travelling when U R NOT a "Traveller" UN-knowing just HOW to Hitch-hike, crash Pads-Kharma, steal lose change off the Dresser, bang up your Hosts willing daughter? There's always something?
It's always TOUGH when U DENY a FELLOW STRANGER hospitality, kick-Em off the couch, deny a cold night's needful comfort. It's WRETCHED when U can't explain? It beggars' belief!?
It's always TOUGH when U find (your) THAT gig, hanging ON by your fingertips to CONFESS U R still hanging on at the EDGE of Lifes CLIFF, a song of your Yesteryears, the marrow in your bones?
It's always WICKED when U achieve a KIND of goal, yet no crowd roared, no-one, not even YOU noticed. Tickets SOLD folks, the madding crowd dispersed, a TROPHY looking for forgiveness? Just YOU come out, fists-akimbo, frosted in the Tropics!!!
C. Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley, Corozal-Belize, june 2024.
OUR MAN in Europe/BELIZE, dave...the dude abides w/throat cancer.
S-Always TOUGH when your LEGIONS (Body) desert U yet aging genetics WILL prevail & leastways your LIBIDO prevails, Inter-Net PORN or a tropical Summer's Day will vanquish ALL Barbarian thoughts, dreams or rupture? Ask any TRUMP or sinking ship?
WHO, if U cried out would save U with bad credit, NO friends or a withering Blackmail Scheme, the ONE U got against GOD, speaking of which, have U RE-charged that particular battery: done something GOOD lately?
It's never too late to quit masturbating.
c.dave delacroix. Rotting with Throat Cancer, smoking, drinkin VINO; death, dominion, and git sum!! No worries. WISDOM circles our Kharma.
OUR MAN.....Dave, as usual"" "The Lady from Cadiz."
My GAL from CADIZ, cross-bordered Gibraltar and SERVED Paella. Fandango, GAETO, spun me my WALLET till, whatever was left?
I didn't care. MY GAL AMORATI, nuzzled my NOSE in her breasts, SWORE eternal CANZONE and AFTER Sex I believed all the rest!
MY GAL, Grande-Amore, we forgot her ROOTS where the GYPSY culture couldn't REACH, but Cultural-GYPSY MAFIOSA killed her at me feet?
My GAL from CADIZ, her SONG is not ALONE. SOUTH of the White Cliffs of DOVER Me-Boys, better leave this ROMANCE alone!
c.june, 2024. Belize.
OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/Davd Michael Oxley...aged 68: The Last Crusader
BUGS GOTTA CLUE when U R fading, ask any Black Widow with a BUICK-6 or on highway 666 South of Durango, Colo, lookin DEEP into New Mexico, misty-morning, GEO-monuments rising like CITADELS, illusive, a Conquistadors El Dorado, headin' South 50-1000 miles to go like a Lover's HEART, un-requited, far from the Plaza with LOTUS, food, wine, an elixir of Coffee beans, a Tamale, GUITAR! Or all the things a CONQUISTADOR seeks? Poor Man. Poor ARMOR. Poor BIBLE that's pages ROT in the humidity, eating flesh a'la "creepy-crawlies" as we REJOIN in culture-tunes, "Stairway to Heaven (LED ZEP), Blowin in the Wind (Bob D.), I wanna hold yr hand (Beatles), or CRUSADER -Biblical Psalms, songs of DESPERATIONN? God knows even in Mexico? Bloody MUSLIMS!?....YAAAA! BUGS gotta Clue. In Shah Allah!!!....The Last Crusader!
c. dave I wrote this. Here's my FINGER!!!!
I saw U go
U left me a note
on the witcha-way wind
U promised our love would never end
on the witcha-way wind
U healed my wounds, U made me whole, U kissed my soul
On the witcha-way-wind.
U saw me rise, u saw me fail
U saw a LIFE, but not to share
U grew & grew in my mind's eye
on the witcha-wind where love can die.
and Holy Man or wise man sing
love's-like upon the wing
O poorly love, or man & wife
on witcha-wing flight
to do or die.
c.2024. dave delacroix, Yo!
Our Dude in Belize, aged 68, dave Delacroix: "Tobacco!"
TOBACCO on the bedsheets, Vino-stains, once in a while a sliver of a lipstick-mascara kiss, a pout, a distinction or a get-out TAXI to take U out of here without your suitcase to Montmartre's steps?
WHO cries for Lover's-bereft, that fragile heart SCREAMING?
TOBACCO on the bedsheets, Vino-whatever stains-whatever! Souvenirs, the sweat, death's caresses of all our yesterdays...We draw mind's Helicopter shadows whilst smoking, gazing at the ceiling fan... DANCING long after we R gone?
Our man in BELIZE, dave delacroix, loves labor lost,2024, June in bloom. Yo!
Our MAN... Coconut Psalm. No. !.
...Now when I was dust-stepping down furrowed jungle roads under whispering Palms, sonorous Pines, cluttered with Iguanas hunting chattering, exotic birds above beady-lurking crocodiles, a Piranha or 2? ALAS! I wasn't in Paris, Rome or London!
Now when I decided to cast a Line? But then the reference is CLEAR.? What Poet can cast the first stone or illusify the enigma of the Human Condition? How much will any Mn pay for A/C before he resolves to just SWEAT & die albeit miserably?
now when I had a few BUCKS, a buck myself, whose FORTUNE would decide the Fate of Friends, friends of Friends, loved or with hate would pot puree and amalgam sow to twist, turn or ferment the WORLD and how we made, perhaps, and let it so?
c.2024. Davedelacroix, belize.
Our Man in Europe/ now n BELIZE: (Song!): "U cannot drink my Wine Cellar dry!."
U cannot drink my wine cellar dry "apres morte"? But Friends will endeavor to persevere?
AVE DAVE! Ave Mortality! AVE that last bowl of SOUP on a Winter's Day or the KICK-INSIDE
of Friendships/LOVES, a Springtime betrayal haunting the life-spine of your boog-a-loo?
WHO sucks your VENOM? Stored where? Who RE-christens your perfect psalm, makes it less holy, presented, to critics, sycophants, fools?
Who caps your bitterness, wisdom, yesterday's love or smile?
U cannot drink our wine cellar dry, "apres morte" nor augment celestial spheres! Mortal coils & Dusty Death's skeletal grin into your Vintage, success, failure, rich or poor, "apres-morte" vino to share?
U cannot drink my wine cellar dry: AVE YOU! Do your best. Anacreon (Greek Songster) in heaven & I will salute U!
c.davedelacroix. OUR DUDE someplace. may 2024.
Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: THE DEAD of FACEBOOK.
The Fb. FACEBOOK (500 zillion people/ lots ARE now DEAD) the multitudes, a testament of Internet TIME? Fotos, AWESOMES, sunsets, dawns-breakin with ANTS-nano-attention-span resolve (Dear Diary, weather was nice?) Portraits of houseplants, Cats, Dogs, Iguanas; latest recipe, Bar-drunks, sober, old Pals, fucks U'll never meet again, TUXEDO, non-sartorial in sickness & IN-health, Politico-Social-NON-smoking-WOKE-Masturbation thoughts? -that 15 second fame to elicit: "Dat's awesome!!!", "Can we MEET in person/fuck?", "WISH-whatever!?"responses?
The DEAD of FACEBOIK. Seriously NOT On-line, dead-as meat, MOULDING or ASHES? No Black armband. MILLIONS R ALREADY DEAD!!! DEM DAT'S NOT!? IMOJI-Central. Sucking at your NECK or noting...like FACEBOOK...your logistics & tomorrow's Blackmail. A new NIGHT? Do we laugh, our folly; the night is long that never finds the Day. But DO CLICK AWAY! The DEAD (R.I.P.) of FACEBOOK...now so far away and their "sea of troubles" splash like summers rain on your beloved's morning face?...If she AIN'T guilty of something?
And just WHO (Poet RILKE) if I cried out would HEAR ME!? The Dead of Facebook. Whispering their IMOJIS, "Awesomes", "Hugs!" or "Caring" from ALL Mortal's tomorrow's bourn? WE could YAK all night. But with the DEAD, the NOW "passed-on" of Facebook, conversation, like Fotos of your CAT, immemorable. NO collective WOUNDING! We DANCE in different DISCOS, a Guitar Bluesman & a Techno Keyboarder trying to reconcile their Beethoven collective? Poor old LUDWIG. Cheap-ASS APPS abound; Cocoa-Cola diluted. Water more expensive than a single Malt and a brave new world!
OK!!! Who's got the bloody BEER!!!?
davedelacroix, corozal, belize, CINCO da Mayo: May, 2024. (publish & be damned!)
OUR MAN in Europe/USA/BELIZE: "The Early Years" No.1: ANACREON/Open Casket!
...I had an open casket, a secret request...so I could see the fuckers who HELD a mirror to my mouth (I'm CORPUS/I wasn't breathing?) no sign of LIFE or JIMBO who stabbed me in my left EYE - I did not flinch! - and the GALS (expectant of my Last Will/Testament $$$?) smeared-lipstick, CURSED ME, stuck a KNITTING NEEDLE in my groin/testicles/missed my good-left NUT and one/TWO left a pitiful POEM: "U left, OFT, like a Dude-star?
JIMMY showed up and spilled his JACK DANIELS all over the Floral tribute of Tulips, coffin, my TUX; some KID - I didn't know? - he was a FAG, tried masturbating ON my Corpse? Pete & Steve dragged his Ass outta the Chapel. I guess it was kind'a weird, but dead & gone, a Bob Dylan song echo? The answer is blowing.
My DEATH? I had an OPEN CASKET, mellow ORGAN chapel music, the LAST atmosphere this Ol Boy had ever wanted or experienced but, S'what folks' thought were apropos? Eventually? My ASHES in a MASON JAR. No worries. Muscle-fillet, head-strong, psychotic to ASHES; to ANACREON, Greek Poet, we raise our glass to THEE, TIME-consumed, now has EATEN ME; devoured to eternity! Relax. Mortal END-game1
I had an open casket. ANACREON-remembered! But who'll remember U or Me, the Pussy U stroked or how U liked your carrots & peas?
c.davedelacroix/David michael oxley, Jan. 2024. Corozal-Belize.
