Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The ZENITH of your Zoom!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The ZENITH of your Zoom!"

...THE ZENITH OF YOUR ZOOM, how did it begin, a time when OUR Love filled the room "dans le Champs d'Elyese" when, fashionista U wore flowers in your hair, adapted Elton John stack-heeled shoes to elevate/promenade your "raison-d'Etre", a GIG most mere Mortals can only dream of? "Caviar, le déjeuner, Cognac/Cafe-Noir. C'est Soir?" (Easy on the Dijon mustard when we're kissing!)

How does it begin? A Mandrake root plucked from the womb/SCREAMING? Or a CHILDHOOD inner-thrust within your Soul or GOD-GIVEN-DIAMONDS in your CEREBRALISM, "avec" sometimes, UMBILIC, fatally UN-decided TO BE U on ITS own volition decide to Un-wind, (ENCORE!) failed Love, failed ambition, a self-addressed appalling cacophony of disillusion, an epiphany too late to un-wind the turning of Life's SCREW!? (Escargot? No problem, Sweetie-Pie! Easy on the Garlic!)

(Singing: "AH MET mah Million Dollar Babee at the (Le Cafe) FIVE & DIME!!!) (In New YORK?) Relax! Nothing on this subject is likely to make sense?

A veritable Classic perception. Far from an Impressionist's work. Manet, Monet; a SEURAT, or more blatant, the painting, THE KISS - full of Gold, Silver; the Austrians not only produced Adolf Hitler but GUSTAV KLIMT! Perhaps an inevitable potpourri of the Zenith of your ZOOM, likewise, as for Love? - a doom/ZOOM!? 

Within or without for the Love that once filled your room? Un-prepared, we sit on fates fragile throne, just plain destiny: Why is it we always arrive too soon? (Boulebais? Yes. Occasionally there ARE compensations!) Most folk I know R in need of a Spoon!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.