Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Swimming Pool."
I stayed too long in the swimming Pool. that aqua, the sunshine, that marketplace, the WORLD? I stayed too long in the Carnival, city after city, town after town, that lover-come & go: "Ich Lieber dich, I love U/Je taime/please fuck me!!!", that hissing serpent that writhes in your GUITAR REVERB SOUL? I stayed too long, in memory-daisy fields, sexual-fantastic, yet I stayed too long in London, New York City, that frigid-Majestic, always a combustible youth? In Mombasa harbor or a Canale in Venice, JESUS!!! Somebody light a candle, a Kadish for this bloody fool...I stayed too long in a story in which I did not belong. The Old Testament is full of this stuff! I stayed too long in this swimming pool. And now my skin wrinkles, that song of songs. And the Pine trees silhouettes on the swimming pool Cabana-wall, careless, dance into a sunset all of their own...
c.dave delacroix.
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