Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Last Year in Marienbad."
...Last year in Marienbad where OUR kisses-sweet, when Lovers planned MURDER, succinct yet bleak? The Chateaux, the backdrop, we wore LOUIS X1V clothes, pissed in a bucket & stole someone's horse!
Last year in Marienbad GENIUS AROSE. That distilled THOUGHT, that Epiphany/The Postman, a Messenger always rings twice? The Marquis (husband/victim) now framed for rape/murder, a servant girl. Who would care?
Last year in Marienbad (le Marquis) he went stoically to the guillotine. We looked on, a casualty of the Revolution, a Marseillaise song. HEADS R Coconuts in the age of TERROR?
Last year in Marienbad in the Chateaux the marquise & I repose but we BICKER & BICKER, haunted, the destiny we have chosen. Our song is a GENIUS, DARKLING-GUILT, night=nightmares & FRIGHT! As night is Day and Days our Nights?
Last year in Marienbad how we SWEET repined.... Last year in Marienbad, so much in love never noticing the German (NAZI) death-trains to gas chambers trundling by in our very OWN Tomorrow's shadow. The Night is long that never finds the day. And old Sins historically cast long shadows
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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