Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DEAD SOULS."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "DEAD SOULS." (Midnight-ravings/Whisky enhanced.)

(dedicato: Impoverished Children of the World)

"DEAD SOULS."

(1): ...WE R MARINE WEATHER, we R rain into shine, we R ever seeing, sometimes - given a voice - we R blind, blind on blind, instantly BLITZED, out of sight, an epileptics recovery from a profound FIT, post-frothing at the mouth not knowing.

Alas, there IS "no knowing". All the Heavens - like "California-Dreaming" -are leafy-brown & within your unique individuality: a Thought profound? -A "cafe au lait" at the SAVOY (London Hotel), The RITZ (Paris), Lady Diana Spencer's last pit-stop. Death on a Dime! (Mein Gott!)

"I LAUGHED! I thought I'd DIE! They'd bury me. Bury me? There'd be Worms! Worms? They'd TICKLE! Tickle? I'd laugh. I thought I'd die!" (But it ain't funny!) A mental in-continence on un-solid ground. A Rasputin in the sky? Pride's prejudice in the naked eye.

(2): ... Dead Souls. (Lady Diana?) A REGAL/Government "HIT JOB". Dead Souls. The ones we forget. Like GOGOL's novel, Dead Souls. We still count them as living currency and global-histories-holocausts, no worries, still culturally TAX DEDUCTIBLE to grease our tomorrows in the name of GOD, Patriotism or ROAR for our local football club.

Dead Souls. Rotted away & gone. THEY, who knew Winters, Sunshine, who cried or loved. Who marched for "freedom", who farmed the land, built citadels of industry; some, who sacrificed their lives for a valiant cause...who left a sweetheart behind to cry. Mothers against Drunk Drivers? Only Mammas really cry.

(3):... Who, brave enough, will Martyr for the Martyrs. Dead Souls. -Who paved the road U tread. Dead Souls. Do U honor? Give a thought? And at that inevitable "rendezvous" of Souls: DEAD, as they say, dead as a door nail, will U sing: "If I was a Carpenter & U were a Lady? Would U marry me anyway. Would U be my baby."...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.