Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Life in Proxy."
A LIFE in PROXY, the Man who was never there, indivisible, a masked man, some Cat who, unknowing was BOOGALOO, someplace-upstairs? WOTCHAGONNADO when U don't feel U EXIST, U drink the wine, U eat the ham & cheese, yet all TASTE crumbles into nothingness?
People/friends travel far & wide where YOU have lived before & died, never spoken-of, but your inner-silence, quietly sliced? YET THEY adventure, fall in love, get married, squirt out some brats, age, DIE, come & go and all the while sunrise-sunset, the bestiality of existence rackets the coffin of your inner-meaning, to what purpose only some SOLAR Ironmonger knows?
A LIFE of PROXY, a SHILL of a Man, an over-seeing intense cyclops-telescope/obscure of Life's CHAOS! The World's stupidity, Insanity, GREED, Pathos; who marries the debutante, who marries that "charming man/turning out he's a pervert", his father, an old Battle of Britain SPITFIRE pilot; throws the teacup, unexpectedly cross the dining room table.
WHO'S NOT THERE!!!..Who's not anywhere? That Universal question, BEING-UN-BEING, your dance alas has begun! Meantime? A Life of PROXY. And there's Whisky IN the JAR!!! And on your journey a Hamlet in the back seat of your car...trusting as U travel along....A LIFE in PROXY. A'la the loser who sings this Song.
c. dave delacroix. november. age 70 & groovin.
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