Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: A CHRISTMAS CAROL in 3 parts.

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: A CHRISTMAS CAROL in 3 parts.

(1) The Bar Stool.

...The ONLY WOMAN I ever loved...now, where was I?...SO loved & SO in-love expecting nothing, awaiting - wasting-patient-impatience, the shock of fear, the fear of a Regret; do I hit my head or hold on/pee later, a lateralism of a Job interview with a sex option? Who really cares. Don't we All just ejaculate then go on home & read Dostoyevsky, a crime & punishment, a Buddhistic suicide as if THAT is not against the tenets, CHRIST! I'm so nervous/fragile I may need to hit the "crapper". Who amongst God's janitors in heaven would hear if I cried out? OUT-OUT dammed spot!...of disillusion. Do I get hammered or fall off my bar stool?

(2) BAMBI on DYNAMITE!

...Worried bout my daughter, BAMBI on dynamite. A new boyfriend, suspicious-frick, probably a musician, reasonably "homeless", a wannabe Sculptor-dude but HOLY-ALOHA, the KID we all once were?

Worried bout the light in my heart, God-damned VIRGINITY apparently - these days - ON SALE & a Daddy's crisis in full sail; U TAK to the left, U TAK to the right, progress-invisible beyond that bloody infinity, a blind on blind on blind?

DEM that aint too busy being born & them that ain't too busy dying QUEUE UP in your mystic. But it's the PITS with your KID (on galenite/explosives) feeling all U can do is watch just where the cards may fall?

That longest night, in your mind, never to find the dawn. Past promises or wishes U hope never ever come true. And alas it's NOT just about YOU!

(3) The Pianos of Yesterday.

...All (full choir!) the pianos of yesterday, thrown out, replaced by a Stereo (record player). The banjo hanging on your wall, now, furniture, no home music anymore; a laptop/P.C. wotchagoonaDO -when lost loves pain U, that stone in your shoe?

There's a high wind from Jamaica ripping thru your destiny, yet the kiss in the breeze, succinct, can David fell Goliath? As all the pianos of yesterday a' maddening, a monsoon, to rattle your "selfie" & make fragile your throne: "Circa regna tonat", as yesterday's pianos, inevitably fade away.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Merry Xmas folks!