Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "LONDON ZOO, Regents Park."
(dedicato: Rene Jr @ Natural Mystic Tiki-Bar, Corozal-Belize.)
Looks like I'm getting-a CAGING, no more a-wild rover, getting spoon-fed THROUGH BARS/ been biting at the Zoo's VISITORS, like I give a Maceral or a Monkey's ass? DEMENTIA-CITY!!! Guess, like EVERY PSCHO I can put it down to lack of infantile lactate suckling, financial-inability to afford prescription spectacles, a large foreskin, a lack of rejection-recognition; DAMNED If I don't qualify as a CEREAL-MUNCHIE!? (WOT!? No plastic toy in da box!? -I got robbed!!!). See wot a'mean?
SOooo-hard to roll a tobacco cigarette, when your hands, uncontrollably tremble (blame the Whisky!) and U try do it with your toes? Ask me another time to read your Palms, both of Em, when I don't have STINK-FOOT? But I can still baptize U in my swimming pool? WE R - STILL- the PEOPLE!!! (Song by Empire of the Sun). Every Song U loved goes with us to Valhalla! U cannot write them all?
Look's like, forget "all our yesterdays", all my TOMORROWS, they're gonna keep me in a CAGE, the CAGED-DAVE, $10 a-peep. Dementia-Central! Maybe he'll wag his tail? Signs & Wonders! And Angels or Devils transport to where we terminate, clothed in frayed riches in the final Court of Destiny? Better keep those fingernails clean, perhaps STILL a Princess yet to meet in that caged-lonely castle-tower we, alas, R destined to reside? As Hopes Pied-Piper leads a gesture of a bright Tomorrow. HOOP=LA. Fillet-mignon thru the cage-bars. My implant dentures sparkle in your gaze.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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