Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Whisky Galore!"
Those overhead fluffy thingies (clouds?) "sans" Cupids, "sans" Les Paul electric Guitars (often seen within temple domes) always, revered a-tremble, makes me reach for that bloody whisky; in whatever country is there NO place to hide from the Sky?
Who do U love, WHO do U love? -A Witch, the Devil, a Saint or a Memory? What CURDLES in your Soul after Life is devoured?
Those horses' manes ripping on the Bayshore, insistent like Whisky Galore to drive U to GOD'S sticking post and the Love U feel no more. Who in the Order of Angels (Rilke) if U cried out will/want to hear a drunk's PLEA, devoid by addiction, no longer worthy of a kiss or caress?
"ANACREON IN HEAVEN" (old Brit Naval song) we raise a glass to thee! But then, when cannons belched and blood spattered, one in three slain, the Admiral Nelson-touch ...I guess whisky galore was our benzine!
"Great Expectations."
We LIVE in a sort-a "gated-community", lotta rich folks -here-by who R probably broke? We count our pennies, get by, tropical sky. We don't much "hob-knob" with the Ex-Pat "Gringos"/elite (?), more rapport with Rocky, Rosa, Lerman, Belize Nationals and Johan, Litzy, Leo, Dr. Marc, Lionel & Lester; folks NOT on your radar like U & Me maybe who have NO great expectations, just happy to BE here in Belize by the sea.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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