Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Love in a HOODIE!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Love in a HOODIE!"

...A BRUTAL MORNING, MISTY, THAT DISCORD romantica, a hot knife thru butter, that outside-kiss that sometime can UN-kiss; cold lips left behind...despite spiritual gain?

A brutal morning, a glass half empty, a glass half full. An array of Martinis now scattered on a patio glass table, an ice-rink tableau that shimmers your mind. The Big Lebowski, out of "White Russians". The Great Gatsby out of Caviar/Champagne.

...Like a brutal morning, not a "Bloody Mary" in sight. Love's retreat, LOVE in a "HOODIE" seeking refuge in shadows from which Love can hardly rebound. A Ragtime piano, echoing in a wing of your Villa. No song in your heart.

Indeed! A melancholy, a stark dawn with a LAMIA-hiss, a Cat's invective "ME-OWWW", a surround of breeze-thieves to chip away a love once found. The Lady across the lake. The Lady IN the lake. Ephemeral love. Time, the great leveler. For Wednesdays Child, nobody asks why.

There's no JOY in the knowing. There's no joy in the JOY! Joys grape BUSTED, suddenly just a toy. Like a brutal morning, a high wind to Jamaica - palm trees erratically swaying! -  to vacuum Loves paradise that U once knew.

As swimming pool ripples that no longer bubble & sway. A dysfunctional Calypso, an unwanted desperate song of songs? Still, the glass half empty, halfway full; clouds will gather, tropic skies-pre-HURRICANE arrival, like Love in a "Hoodie" on a misty morning...grow silent, lull.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.