Our Man in Europe/Belize: Dave Delacroix: "Night of the Cougar."
The NIGHT of the Cougars, not a Gigolo in sight just an incessant PURR - be prepared! -to freak out or conquered, a boy Scout? NO full moon, no Moon at ALL just a schmoozing constant drawl to piss off the Apostles whom we - mostly - believe and, maybe some Gospel experience might keep a novice safe?
The Night of the Cougars, prodding their butts & cheeks. From the "last valley" who WILL dance U to your demise, wriggle into a Leopard Skin, flash eyes, Credit Cards, or just plain "joi de vie" (Whisky) to LAMIA un-coil before your eyes? Hard to say. A Cobra. Or an Ace of Spades?
The Night of the Cougars, splayed, upon a branch on a forgotten tree; her yesterday's wardrobe, scattered, cosmetics, perfumes, lingerie, a discarded record collection and a menstruation that recently "Arrivederci", NO WORSE than APOLLO, sans "Dick"? Every dog, has they say, has its whoosits? DO Vampires carry Health Insurance?
The Night of the Cougar. The thankless Urban Jungle. The love-less eternity. The Lamb. A Tiger. As IF when GOD says after marriage, children, divorce: "I have no further use for thee!" Did Man TOO, make Me!? Tweedle-E-Dum. (Call the Lawyers?)
The Night of the Cougar. Darkest. Sublime. What simmers in her supremacy? A Medusa? Or enlightened, a frenzy of VISION? -as eyes shimmer like a Winters moon, a cold kiss to an almost long-forgotten BLISS that sustains a Cougar's tempered growl; a final PURR or does she BITE: Good night! Another Trophy on a someone's callous wall...(?)
c. dave delacroix. Nov 2024. (thanksgiving)