Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Nine Tailors."
(dedicato: Anita Johnson)
"The Nine Tailors."
...I'm da GHOST that never came back, that SILVER in your SHEFFIELD-STEEL, the one U loved, U thought real; not the Gigolos who lined up outside your Stage door.
I'm the Mandarin, the MANDRAKE magician w/flapping cloak, a mask, an anonymity, a life-specter. A GHOST on da beat!
I'm the Ghost that never comes back, that switchblade-MURDER, that Un-resolved Love; uncanny-intrinsic, the bottom of the Well. (Lotsa wailing!)
The Nine Tailors/Church Bells ring on out. Three bells for the death of a Lady yet a soccer crowd ROARS! -Alas your Ghost disappears. Nine Tailors bells a-ringing. Ghosts-anonymous. That midnight hour. The Ghost U knew who never came back.
c.2026. dave delacroix.
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