Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "DJUMBI/VOODOO!!!"
.... DJAMBI/VOODOO, the Devil/Saint of thee WHO R YOU OF YOU, the WHO? -Witch Doctor, rattle human bones, a JU-JU MAN, a bewitched Mamma, put a spell on U?
Does she Kiss or Curse; are U immune?
DJAMBO/VOODOO, an aboriginal dance by a sparkling fireside, a hieroglyphic, burnt into ROCK (90,000 years old). A Gerontius-mammas womb, barren but scared with legend?
DJUMBI/VOODOO, mosquito bites. When "No-see-ums'" (invisible bug swarms) rash, tropic nights. Razzle skin yet later to roar? (They NEVER tell jokes?)
Every picture - a story. Every WORD - a holy moment. Something good friends share OR a Boomerang to resonate your ski-whiff hollowness in the air? (Do U OWE anybody Money?)
DJUMBA/VOODOO, an almost silent drum, pulsating, stirring the pot, ripples on Logic, a canker that will not stop to divine the divinity that drives our furnace hearts.
BELLS R RINGING Dick Whittington! Go back to LONDON. Maybe one day U'll be Lord-Mayor! Leastways VOODOO the Cat in your knapsack! Djambi, Jambu, Djamba, Voodoo! Just U.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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