Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

(dedicato: Anne-Marie Yaccbucci)

...MULLETS, ABSTINENCE & FOOT DANGLING never got anybody anywhere but R SURE to change your World. The MULLET (hairstyle) takes - from SKINHEAD - a good month to cultivate where-as FOOT-WHOOSITS, pretty much immediate! The obstinate quorum of ABSTINENCE? -Sometimes your promontory left leg spasmodically climbs - without warning - up atop your right-side desk drawer! The "Office Bottle", bottom left-hand drawer laps UP your addiction full knowing it'll win the War!

...Mullets, abstinence, foot dangling, twix the THREE, a choice never takes too long. "I am not in Love?" (Joan Armatrading song). Persuasion? U-BETCHA!!! S-why I'm goin' for a Mullet! -Making your Mark these days lasts only a nano-second, a fingernail of FAME away. "Did HE who (Wm. Blake Poem) make the Lamb make thee?" In a TYGER's EYE, the Mullet, maybe. Stripes? Certainly. But at THIS point in your, ahem! -Dynamic? No stars in your eyes. Hence, opting for a Mullet?

Mullets, etc., what SEAT upon your GIG must rest? AFRO, DREADLOCKS, MOHICKAN, Mr. SMOOTHIE & that's just for the folks who've got some forelocks left!? As for spasmodic Foot-Dangling attacks, making love with your Babe, don't get TOO erected - someone might get injured! - & as for Abstinence, that's always for some later day.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Death in the Afternoon."

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Death in the Afternoon."

...BURNT BRIDGES & BROKEN HEARTS we abuse our TIME in search of Fame or Glory! (U fell off a cliff? -Death by "Selfie!"?) Burnt bridges, broken hearts & now NO yesterdays, no one to help U, no EDEN where-to return. Worst STILL, no "Besties!" (Actual Friends): Heartbreaking: The INTERNET ignores U!!! After 6 months FACEBOOK freezes your Page! (Black Arm-band Situ.) An ever-diminishing Mathematica, a Theroux's-Paradox to stamp upon your dead face: 4 X 4 =4 (?) Something like DAT. DEAD! It's of no concern of yours. A distant relative I.D.s your "I love ROCKY" forearm Tattoo in the morgue.

So! Arrivederci-Babee, no more Facebook birthday salutes? E-Mail debunked. Your Myspace/Twitter? Lost in the Cloud! The stuff of future Pscyber-space Archaeologist's IF it's OF INTEREST re. your ISSUES/your VIEWS/"Selfies" of U standing by the Eifel Tower? (Falling off a Cliff?) "Yup! Saw DAT coming!!!" A destiny/trajectory of a Life "goin' South". But don't (Ahem!) think in the "after-life" U can kick-start the FIRST "After-Life.com Blog." THAT hasn't happened yet. Don't think they got WI-FI up there/down there?

Still. Maybe SOMEONE - in REAL Life - along the way will remember/recognize the VALOUR it took to FORGE your way? But mostly, conveniently, U R swept away "a 'la" MEMORIES BROOM, your cohorts' R content to live their own quiet life & happily OFFLINE? But unlikely. SO many - OUT-WEBBED/Poverty-struck - WEB INFLUENCERS have now resorted to smuggling DRUGS! One, recently busted, sentenced to Hanging, big tits & all! (Bangkok-Boogie!) Aged 25. Was that YOU!?

Burnt bridges, broken hearts, no sigh of remorse; what drives this filament, a flickering light to its sticking post? A Cancerous Cell, yet ever ready to BLOAT: The Yorkist, King Richard III MURDERS boy Princes in the Tower; no Nightingale sang at HIS 11th hour. As for Yours?... Perhaps a tad "misdemeanor", comparatively? "JAY-WALKING! -The early years -News/Views & just how I coped?" will RIVET U into sleep! "Failed attempts at Shoplifting" yet another Blog/Influencer Baddaboom!? PURSE-NA-LY I'm considering a new Blog: "The ART of DOING NOTHING!"  Plenty of research involved of course. A work still in progress!

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing, the corner shop, the small-town high-street footfall attractions, singular Book outlets, Music shops/L.P. s! -some Cats kicking off their own Art Gallery, the Juggler/clown on the sidewalk, chased off by Cops: "ALLES VERBOTEN!" Not to mention AS a Mariachi/Busker/Street musician I owe decades of my LIFE to Public Street - now regularly prohibited - freedom? Cops/Inspectors (?), Street patrols ready to give U a Ticket/pocket your hard earnt Change? Baden-Baden, Augsburg in Germany come to mind? & in my early days, 1970s on the London Underground! No Prisoners! They'd bully/steal U blind!

...Yup! Sad Songs. No shortage. And burnt bridges, UN-forgiven, more-so, broken hearts & all division, the light & the dark BONFIRES your gloom, as death comes too soon for ALL the guilty of heart for death in the afternoon. For only TRUE LOVE will blossom under the moon & at the 11th hour it will tear We Sad-Saps Souls apart! -Like a brave Bull fighting Matador now bereft of "afficion"! The mirror-cracked, our earliest self-conscious reflection.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

(dedicato: Dan Randolph)

"Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

...PEOPLE R STRANGE WHEN U R a STRANGER, they skip to a dance U don't understand. People R strange, sometimes WICKED, not knowing the World they think they Command!

WHEN U R STRANGE! - A Los-Angelese basin full of HAS-BEENS & LOSERS? When U R Strange? Best U get OUT of that Hollywood rain! (SO, I DID!!)

People R BI-POLAR. Nuttin' wrong wiv' DAT! I am too. My Valet's the only one who knows how to tie my shoes. People get crazy when I RAGE at the Moon. Poor suckers, never to know, Bi-polar syndrome & enjoined with Dementia, alas mental CHAOS comes all too soon.

And AS the Cocaine-Special Flight flies above over my Corozal Villa en-route to Caye-Caulker/San Pedro to moist, excite Gringo tourist's nasal inner-tubes? Is this the place (Belize) where GRINGO train-wrecks need to come? A splendid example! SICK Christian Missionaries, ISLAMISTS subjecting INNOCENTS, Natives, to their imbecility: SIN!? Thy Name is Faith!!! (Beam me Up Scotty!)

...And People get SADLY, people get happy, a tropic Belizean paradise? Yet Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans w/frail consorts, Tee shirts & shorts, tread furtively thru sargasso stinking seaweed, only that sandy beach smile to semi-restore the Promise on where they've retreated, a Stranger's shore. As for the Word of GOD (?) - Prophets Up the WAZZEE! Quit preaching. Leave the INNOCENTS to their Culture & stick your diatribe into that dark place, look at your ASS, no G.P.S. required! (Happy Jesus-hour!)

People R Strange when U R a Stranger, they skip to a dance U don't understand. People R strange, sometimes wicked not knowing a World that they think THEY command. Whilst Space-Cadets, aging-Cougars & Harridans drain/circle into their inevitable sticking post. An Oubliette of insignificance, wrong or right in a Universe of indifference, WOTCHAGONNA-DO! when some solar METEORITE comes zoomin in on U!? (Let me guess? U say:) :"OH MAH GOD! OH MAH GOD!" Perhaps before IMPACT - U won't have a lot of time? YUP! U'll either start dancing the POGO, flailing your arms-about or get to feeling justifiably blue.

c.2026. Dave Delaccroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt."

(In Medieval times, most notably - in Renaissance paintings - the 1100s thru 1500s, SALT -"SALE" from ROMAN times was traded/Roman Soldiers in far flung provinces, Britain to Syria counted it SALARY/Soldier's PAY - along with Beer, Wine, ergo SALT was a currency, the possession OF -a status symbol & a pre-refrigeration food preservative hence its value. So! ABOVE the Salt at banquets, SEATED, U were somebody/Emperors/Kings/Nobility. BELOW the salt, hired hands, Condotierri/hired mercenaries or Palace/Castle lackies, courtly jesters/professional FOOLS/entertainers, lucky to get invited but BELOW the Salt U were seated! A Baron's Hounds or the Castle Cats would fight U for your Master's discarded pork-hock or Chicken wing!) 

 FY.I.: A 1960s UK band STEELEYE SPAN, music on Utube celebrate in Song this early class system/cultural, social distinction & prejudice... "Below the Salt." A fine folk-rock LP/CD recording!

"Below the Salt." (Nothing's changed!)

...IF IT DON'T RAIN & THE CREEK DON'T RISE or the Cow jumped over da Moon? If your DEVIL don't shine or U don't get lost in the Wine, in "Vino-Veritas" (Splurge the truth?) & say: "I... love... U? AND, if it comes to THAT, DO WE in fact opt to eat the Lean yet happily WALLOW in the Fat; just whose Song R we singing in the end? A Chanson by French Poet Francois Villon: "Ou's sans les Neige d'antan?" Or, roughly translated: "Who da frick moved mah CHEESE!!!"

...BUURRRRT...IF it DON'T rain (stay with me) & DA CREEK don't rise nor the Cow, jumping over the Moon, at a courtly banquet, that distinct pecking order, BELOW the Salt, still finds us there-in enthroned! A fate of fates for ALL must wait, R.S.V.P., as in Life, sometimes "below the Salt" is required. Whilst in Paintings, on Tapestries a Minstrel in the gallery U can well guess probably captures the hour? ("It's LOL been a hard day's night!) Chinese/Curry take-a-ways yet still to be invented? (Dickensian FAGEN: "SHADDUP KIDS & DRINK YA GIN!") Satire-cynicism always lurks in the Well of a decent Broth?

 ...Funny HOW that works? Below the Salt? Seems WE ACTUALLY have the best of it all despite fighting over the Royal/Imperial scraps? Where-as ABOVE/High Table SALT conspiracies thrive; poisonings, a dagger in the back? (Thomas Wyatt, Poet, 1503-1542:) "CIRCA REGNA TONAT" Latin for: "Around the Throne the thunder rolls!" BELOW the Salt WE at least get SOME nourishment without fear of psychopathic (Henry VIII) King Harry's AXE, Caesre Borgia's Machiavellian Salads or TODAYS Powers that Be? (Keeping your head DOWN just might be the key?)

And (Tra-la-la!) if don't rain & the creek don't rise, the Cow, a symbol of happiness/contentment jumping over the moon? Better that than poisoned mutton served as lamb? So below the Salt & a long life to YA!... And don't U go worrying Fate for sure enough: It's ON the make if it don't RAIN & the creek? - U got it! - don't rise. Enjoy your Feed & like jolly good Gentlemen of olden days, rest easy in your beds. Below the Salt is NOT such a bad place to be!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in MONEY/OOPS! /In EUROPE/Dave Delacroix: "...Walk this way before."

 Our Man in MONEY/OOPS! /In Europe/Dave Delacroix: "...Walk this way before!"

(Song.)

...Money in my pocket but it won't last long? -I've walked this way before. Photo of a GIRL in a chain locket, does she know the score?

SO many times, U've walked my way? So many words we never say; tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the Day & walk this way before.

...Say U'll be THERE but never come I've SEEN this place before. Barely walk but promise to RUN & run & run & run.

"Ich liber dich!" -but somehow miss the magic U embrace?... I never wanna walk this way again; please walk & walk away.

Money in my pocket but it won't last long, I've walked this way before. Photo of a Lady in a chain locket; does she know the score? And so many times you've walked my way, so many words we never say, tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the Day & walk this way before. And walk this way before.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "All our Yesterdays!"

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "All our Yesterdays."

...WE NEVER REMEMBER THE NAMES OF CRIME- SERIAL KILLER -VICTIMS, only their MURDERERS (Jack the Ripper? Wayne Gaisy, Green River Dude!), their Bios/photos/terrible childhoods (sic.) -FRONT PAGE! But not their Victims. Society does not honor them with a memorial, village green statue/Law Enforcement's failure? Nor name the MASSES, holocausts, victims of Terrorism. No-one is untouched, historically by this Global guilt, instigating or suffering from!

We never remember (U.S.A.) Presidential "ALSO-RAN" candidates, just the ELECTED scoundrels who play Poker with your Tax dollars. But on a personal level, we hardly ever cherish our OWN lifetime's successes, victories, failures in the 11th. hour clouded with (the Scottish Play) SINS or regrets?

We never get to wash away ("OUT, damned spot!!!") our devious ways & (perhaps?) as if GOD's (If there IS one) altruistic cloud, even on the INTERNET, adverse-somehow prompting to stymie inner-CONSCIENCE: "Please do not walk on my Lawn?" OR Devils in our heads: "Piss off! I'm in a meeting!", "Let's do Lunch! Next year!", or "Alles Verboten!"? As for "Overseas"? "BOMBS-AWAY IRAN!/Keep my gasoline CHEAP!...It ain't mah business!".

...And as we NEVER remember...what we DON'T want to remember (all our yesterdays) the names of those innocent folks who WE or our forefathers, we have directly/indirectly wronged, discriminated-against or EXSTERMINATED; who can BARE their identity, our sometimes ($$$!) wicked deeds, ON RECORD exposed in a future Poet's song, and as a postscript, a TOME, list upon lists of highlighted Victims Names! "I was just obeying ORDERS & singing Societies Song!" Will there ever be a time, a GENERATION likely to do no wrong?

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.