Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Chill till Brooklyn."
NO CHILL till BROOLYN, late Saturday night? No CHILL, what U got in your Purse, a Credit Card fright? Some Lanvin No.9 lipstick maybe? No Chill till Piccadilly, Trafalgar Square, thar" no cheer" we tragic-HUGS when Love's gone to ground.
NO CHILL till Brooklyn, no Chill to Queen's, and as for Manhattan, no whisky, 5 Beers too late. An ILLIAD, an Odysseus, a journey, a thing UN-seen, UN-perceived, UN-conceived as the GOD'S dreams unfold to confound, we mortal's schemes. A wisp-in-the-willows; Love's BADDABING! A fairy tale?
No CHILL till Brooklyn. I'll drive thru the night!!!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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