Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Gringo Lane."
ON GRINGO LANE, Limeys, Yank-Canute EX-PATS, lonely specimens, aging Men from Rock & Roll, Hollywood-career-Wars? Culinary half Mexican, served his apprenticeship in Lyon-France? A SARGASSO SEA, a Cultural debris washed UP on Gringo Lane.
On Gringo Lane a libid, pre-skeletal Elephants Walk, where memory dies, Men's MEMORY tusks might be found in E-Mails to their daughters or the built/creation of a CATAMARAN, never destined to sail the Sea. Just WHO, if I have not found Love, who can I be?
On Gringo Lane a guitar chord resonates, the hollow-horror of my tropical isolation resonates, my days R done, where-in I lay to pass these days....Maybe I'll get ROCKY to trim these damned palm trees? Will my LOVER ever come back again?... So I slip into the swimming pool... On Gringo Lane.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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