Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Whiter Pale of U."

 A Whiter Pale of U.

We flipped the Light-Whoosits, did the POGO on the floor, after Curry & Chips I got sick, so I called MEDICARE?

 They said find Sixteen (16) Vestal Virgins, 2 aspirin & call me in the morning No worries". I could hear - on the pre-recorded phone response the slamming of the door!

 So, being a Carpenter I built a BOX-6 feet long but thought about those 16 GALS, maybe, I might still get some "Amour"?

Of note, I never-ever get Sea-sick? I never-ever went to sea. But there's always a LADY to wreck your heart. some bounders to steal a MAID'S TOO 

is what it means -WAILING...to U & Me. In retrospect, pathetic. It's tough to let it be: A shipwrecked Heart. A double-helix of UN-knowing swarms!!!

Antidote? Forget drugs. Stick with the VINO. (Write a bloody song!)

So, being a Carpenter, I THEN built TWO 6-foot-long BOXES (just in case), stuck'em on a big shelf just in case I wouldn't be alone (U never know). 16 Virgins in TWO BOXES was gonna be a bit of a squeeze, but Love conquers all! (Who writes this shit!?)

We TRIPPED, we FLIPPED the light-fandango, we POGO'D cross the floor. We were looking for OUR "Inner-YOU", a yearning for something more. You're eyes sad and blue, your face a whiter shade of U. This Song I give to U. A whiter shade, a que.

(Singing:) "If I was a Carpenter & U were a Lady? Would U marry me anyway? Would U be my Lady..."

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Wings of a Dove."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Wings of a Dove."

(dedicato: Sylvie @ "Alter-Simon" tavern, Freiburg, Germany.)

"The Wings of a Dove."

...WE'RE ALL OUT OF ICE CREAM, we're all out of Love, we're all out of BISCUITS, the wings of a dove -that briefly flutters ABOVE our wants & needs, a crisis, those "Handbags" at 20 paces in a tavern or on Main Street. (No Prisoners!!!) WARS ain't over till we begin to Think; yet...

...Gelato/Ice Cream, a smear on your mouth, yet the sweetest KISS when life seems to go South? (Sonorous CELLO plays...) And then! The ICEMAN COMETH!!?

SUICIDE NOTES' forensics rarely exhibit traces of Ice Cream, a Coroner's confounding; not as if the dynamic of suicide calls for a "knees-up-Mother Brown". Where-as Journalists - gossip-columnists insinuate the ice cream/tragic-romantic aspect - SWING-SWANG-SWING! - but always leave out the BISCUITS; milk & Cookies exiled to a faraway land...Maybe a mention in the "back pages". Sushi & Salad absolutely VERBOTEN! 

Did the Ice Cream delivery boy get reprimanded, hounded back to Minnesota, later to be vindicated 'cos his bicycle had a puncture PLUS he was occasionally epileptic?... (Letter from his doctor)'

The Ice Cream DELIVERY was TWO DAYS LATE. A Celebrity couple in the hands of FATE! WotchagonnaDO?  "JISATSU!" -Japanese for: "this toothpaste ain't working out." As for DESTINY'S plan? HOOP-LA!!! Hollywood is FULL of "Ass-beans", they got no other place to go.

SINGING: We're all out of ice cream, we're all out of Love. And where R the BISCUITS!? (Munchie-Munchie! PECK! PECK!) The wings of a Dove. The wings of the Dove, which briefly flutters ABOVE our wants & needs, all in all a spectrum of a weekend's eternity. YUP! For now, I'll pass on dessert.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. November-Corozal-Belize-Ave.-temp-86 degrees-F. Might need to put on a floral T-shirt. Pass me a Beer!!!

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "California Dreaming!"

 

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "California Dreaming!

... (singing:) ...ALL THE WHISKY'S GONE

(All the Whisky's Gone!)

And the Sky is PLAID

(And the sky is plaid!)

I went for walk

(I went for a walk)

to find a BAR & Wail!

(to find Bar & wail!)

.....If I didn't tell her

(if I didn't tell her)

She'd BITCH ME OUT ALL DAY!?

(so the Story goes?)

California-Dreaming.

(California-dreaming)

Tomorrow's Yesterday.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A glimpse of glory."

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix: "A glimpse of glory."

A GLIMPSE OF GLORY, a spark in your mind, that cyclone-fixation-unexpected guest! That glimpse of Glory that sustains your winde festers WITHIN to fever your .... your Dinner engagements, your "happy hour", or slumming it with the gang on London's Fulham or Kings Road. There's no accounting for taste.

A touch of Glory on a battlefield. Does anyone VISIT - ON a battlefield! - (Russo-Ukraine), take a "Selfie", describe how U feel? E-mailing: "I was hunted by DRONES in the Trenches/Please subscribe to my website? ($50 please?) ...Make it quick!!!"

A touch of Glory (MUSIC VIDEO) riding the BIGGEST OCEAN WAVE, pretty much suicide for U Dumb-Ass Surf-Knaves? I had three Stunt-doubles, poor bastards - BIG WEDNESDAY! - all wiped out & died. We gave their parents some money. Their Village/Families had a big party/said "them Laya bouts> best thing they ever done!? ALOHA!"

A touch of Glory. Who'd wanna go there? Look into the labyrinth to see Death's stare? Who can in the darkness, the SHADOW, that SHUN, to see the Man or the Woman U have become? ($2 Margaritas every Tuesday happy hour.) Well, CHOICES! An' wotchagonnaDO?

 A touch of Glory. An Icarus flight. An Alexander the Great. But maybe best ...Hollywood or bust? A Kid with a Guitar? Just playing on the street.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The D. Train!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The D. Train!"

(dedicato: Alan Kessler/buddy from McSorley's Old Ale House, Greenwich Village, New York City.)

"The D. Train!"

WHISKY IN THE JAR-O, MY GOD how swift that stuff goes fast! Poetic Summer Love-affairs, alas, never last. Crusades or foreign travels, Internet-"INFLUENCES" -usually dying too soon - never had a clue- Churches, Piazzas, tourist sights. The Eiffel Tower isn't new.

Whisky in my JAR-O, Pernod in my soup. Kisses gone forever. Romance a Yesterday. Wearing Dead Mans clothes, too soon I'll give away. A sixpence song or 2?...

Whisky in my JAR-O, a smile upon my face, a lifetime of failed WISDOM, it's mine to give away. Did U ever meet Paddy, Suzie, Claudia or Loraine; no worries - in your Life - it'll come 'round again.

Whisky in the JAR-O, a Burgundy to taste, the finest cuisine, let everybody feast. The Sun - that GOD - it always rises, or that Coney Island dawn where once I had the BEST BLOODY MARY/Celery stick which carried me all the way back to Manhattan on the "D" Train!?

Whisky in the JAR-O; it'll tell a tale on U. 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BOW-WOW!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix" "BOW_WOW!"

Daddy won't buy me a BOW-WOW; Daddy won't buy me a whoosists. I had a little Cat & I'm very fond of that, but I'd rather have that WOOFIE-Tail!

Daddy won't make me spaghetti. Daddy won't make me some Pasta. He says: VERBOTEN, linguini-minestrone, I DON'T CARE if it's yesterday's macaroni, but I still want a BOW-WOW-WOW!

Daddy, obviously not a MICHELIN Chef (the mysteries of frying an egg or cooking pasta?) never brought me a BOW-WOW. (Makes ya wonder?)

 And I was very fond - the CAT - of THAT till I - Vietnamese street market - saw the disabled BOW-WOWS for EATING in a cage!!!!???

Daddy don't U buy me a BOW-WOW. Let's forget this for NOW-NOW. I got a little Cat & I'm very fond of that, still there's a BOW-WOW in my dreams.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "Penny Lane."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "Penny Lane."

(dedicato: Cathy/Liverpool F.C. fan.)

"PENNY LANE."

WHO GETS LOST on memory lane? Some Space Cadet? Someone U know? Who gets stalked in a graveyard, that romance U forgot or forgave?

 Who shadows your shadows, who got lost on Penny Lane, someone U could have saved?

(Gimmie a whisky!) 

WHO gets lost in MEMORY STREET to sting U before your grave? Who can haunt U... in Paris or Rome or SINGAPORE, in old SIAM, that global wax-of-works

to spin the spokes of Tomorrow's "feng-sui"?

U tell me where all Love has gone. And we'll go walk together in Liverpool down a street called Penny Lane.

c.2025. dave delacroix.