Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "The lonesome of the Winner."
...S-ALL tough WHEN U WIN. -it's an empty Space, nothing up top, that UN-believer-able. After the Oscar Award, the cheap banquet, the Trophy, the accolades what's next do, do U? U dance & sing in yr Hollywood Hotel Suite, - gotta Groupie? -masturbate frantically or donate your Celeb-wealth to disabled Kids?
Pretty much a Bitch UP THERE on your own. Your Fotos an Icon, a Song to nightmares till dusty days, death-enshroud, mummified in regrets-guilt, ALL those Gigs when U abandoned all U loved, mostly yourself, costumes U left behind? Pretty much, the Gig.
S-all a wreckage in retrospect, a Maltese Falcon, the stuff of Dreams that drove U on from some domestic Urban hell, better still the claws of your beginnings into an empty sky, at last, to ponder God's divinity, your own journey, a paradox, the Who U R and why, an artic heaven?
BUGS will always knaw at a WINNER. Goes with the terrain. Envy, jealousy, down-right sabotage. Ask "Mommy Dearest" or Bette Davies?..."Quite frankly My Dear I don't give a damned", the BARD too has a word or 2 before Clark Gable wore a Tux. The last word? From a Winner: I leave it up to U.
c.2025.davedelaacroix.
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