OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Wake Up Little Suzi!"
When your FINGERS look like Chicken wings
your MIND, someone put in a Blenda
your HEART, a Kid Spit-balled in a Bronx-gutter
your MEMORY, lonesome, a C&W Song
bout lovin a HORSE or
some Gal in Oklahome,
West of (Beyond the Law)
ENID! (Beyond GOD!)
Meeting SUZI? ("WAKE UP!!!)
...to KNOW U have LOVED & LIVED!...
And now SHE (Suzi?) lies in her silver crypt
in Tennessee, Kentucky, in BOWS & RAMBOS
her kisses, promises
of all that could BE
her dying Suitors, a BANJO serenade...
And a funeral pyre, your LAST
"Guy Fawkes!"
to hurry her ONWARD to God's, MOSH-PIT
of Guitars; SUZI-dancing above your heads
"TITS-FLASHING!"
veins, blood-sinew & all,
a CORPSE above shrinking hands
that "Air-Guitar", resounding ROAR
(banket screams of horror!)
her Soul, the rictus of DEATH,
Edgar Alan Poe, Me-thinks? -wretched, now domicile,
a mousehole in Memories eternities hall;
"Wake Up Little Suzi!"?
Not for the meek & tremble!
c.dave delacroix, corozal, belize.
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