Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Light Fantastic."
...I SKIPPED the light-fandango, I said "Frick off " - this Hollywood chore? I was feeling kind'a seasick, a lack of interest, the Hatfields & the McCoys! Hippie-Gangsters, sweet talking reptiles: LORDY-LORDY! Wrap U in their coils. Away your venom. Don't bring it to my front door...
I said there is no reason, I thought a while then picked my nose. Then I skipped the light fandango, did cartwheels cross the floor? And as for those 16,000 virgins which I never ever saw...who still haunt me in my Winter dreams, a crowd calls out for MORE!...
Nothing sacred, nothing caring, drunk upon the bar room floor as the Angels sing: "Ding-a-ling-a-ling!" Intrinsic Thought exudes from every pore! We pine for our lost Loves. Dostoyevsky's "Devils", lost yet clinging to the light, that fantastic light of Man.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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