Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave Delacroix: "The Lonely Lass!"
WHO SINGS for that lonely Lass, spotty, SOLO. ever brows-eschew, belching her Poetry with her every awkward move?...Cannot cook, rigor-mortis-dancing, maybe UN-loved/cannot love, so U-ed think? wearing "castoffs" but just like NEW; she butterflies in a darkling eye her loneliness?
Who sings for that Idiot, the BOY who plays in the woods; can't see for the trees, scratching his Poetry on an acorn shell then throwing it into the lake? A wish, rural "film-noir" scene, observing; why is it our collective concepts, pedestrian mistakes: "Quiet on Set! We'll do another take?" - dance onwards?
Morning fog cannot mist over TWO loves that never met as WE zealously roller-coaster towards our own contrived inevitability, that playwrights pen, that song of songs and all the World's right & wrongs.
c.2025, dave delacroix, corozal-belize.
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