OUr Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: (Sonnet:) "It's only lonesome..."
(dedicato: Carole Striker)
It's only Lonesome when it's U, that Solo Gig just made of U; U walk a Destiny alone, a forgotten kiss, a lost cellphone. (Panic!?) It's always wretched when U think. It's always when U fear, haunted by yesteryears; ghosts will thrive in your active mind? It's only lonesome when it's just U; the U of U that made your life. It's only lonesome when U -U! No-one else U can talk to. That song, eternal. It's only when U madly dance, a weekends trance then gladly, altruistic, tomorrow's hand extends a kiss.
c.dave delacroix, 2025.
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