Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Candidate."
Some KID that used to BE, Some Kid that used to BE that rassled street punk in the dirt, who tumbled fray & true, that kissed, who could never tell, why would he, he played on Fern Hill? (Dylan Thomas?)
Some KID who passed U by, his eyes upon the sky! He never knew U or met U 'cept when HE was passing by. Even THEN it was quite "espionage" on a village scale? (SPIES behind every lace curtain window?)
That KID, that BRAT U never knew, barely had a new pair of shoes, clogged around, embarrassed but U wouldn't know. Wore Yesterdays clothes, erect/outstanding he had his ghosts & childhood years HURT the most, but U see: no scars upon his grace?
Some KID in the neighborhood swanking by, full of blood, smirking-inside/laughing outside. The one to watch to break the ranks, in prison or elected to Parliament! Worse still? The President of the United States.
Some KID next door, a social lottery. Maybe he nailed your teenage daughter before U knew? Next time U see him, BUNTINGS & RAH representing your Taxes, World Peace, plus all so much more: THE CANDIDATE!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix, pushing 70 years old & still drinking Scotch! (with water).
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