Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Murder of Crows."
IN THE BEAT OF the NIGHT, a murder of CROWS: CAW! CAW! CAW! In the beat of the Night, your lonesome NAME don't count nuttin' at all. (In da beat of the Night.).
In HEAT of the DAY, funny how sometimes it gets away from U? One day she's there, next day she's gone away? And in the heat of the Night, Whisky-Blues!
In the BEAT, that resounding, that reverb, that ECHO how U shouted your "farewells", trashed furniture, smashed mirror, clothes thrown out upon the street, she strode off into West Hollywood & said "hope we never meet!!" (Again).
Again & again, who rhymes & reasons the sphincter of LOVE that opens & closes like, well, the wings of some white bird always hovering, swirling
less the beat of the Night comes to PROMETHOUS BOUND to peck at your heart gizzards ripped out, by a murder of Crows: CAW! CAW! CAW!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Hello FULL MOON! -rising above Corozal bay-Belize!)
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