Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DEAD MEN don't darn their socks in the night."

 Our Man in Europe/now residing in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DEAD MEN don't darn their socks in the night!"

...DEAD MEN DON'T darn their socks in the night! Dead men don't darn their own, or anybody else's socks in the night! -They just wallow in a casket of Bloody Mary breakfast-cocktail mix; easy on the tomato juice - too much, makes the Vodka go bad - a stick of celery, quite unnecessary especially if your Tom juice is replaced by a can of V-8! A splash of Lemon; Worcestershire (WHUSTER!) sauce but of course!

DEAD MEN don't masturbate, post-wake jamboree. Your personal "Lancelot" is the first thing to say "Sayonara!" It drops off. Whilst HAIR, supposing U weren't Telly Savalas or Yul Bryner (Actors/quite bald) & finger/toenails grow GANGBUSTERS in search of that heavenly pedicure or Holy manicure, respectfully at a "Salon-Ponce du Lyon" the fountain of lost Youth.

DEAD MEN are bereft of jokes, even professional Stand-Up Comedians! "Have U heard the joke about the dead guy? No? Me neither!"... Nuttin' funny bout death whether U (Russian K.G.B. assisted) fell out of 6-storey high window, slipped on a banana skin, got munched on by a Tiger shark or mashed in the gears of a combined-harvester!

Still... DEAD MEN of course R pretty picky bout their Wardrobe; Pin Stripes or PLAID they STILL show up at St. Peter's gate trying not to look too needy. But like Father Mckenzie (Beatles song/All the Lonely People) Dead Men never get to darn their socks or anyone else's in that eternal night.

...Funny how that works?..

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Twilight Zone."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Twilight Zone."

...OUR OWN PERSONAL TWILIGHT zone! (Reach out & touch me!) ... Sometimes I wonder...I'm Bi-polar and apparently have "ADDO" (attention deficit disorder?) "ADDO!?". Anyways, sometimes I wonder - like we do - R. U. really there? (R.U. THERE!) a 'la a prism in aspic; got to wonder if I'm there/here too? Is there anybody there: No. 9, No.9, No 9!? (Ringo Star).

THOUGHT-cachets trouble the mind when U. R. feeding the cats or just trying to un-wind from being a witness to this World of troubles; that legitimacy of mind in dire need of a good attorney? Altruism or the moral high ground doesn't stand a chance twix Neo-Fascism or Islamic zealots. At some point REASON weakens, U oil & polish your M16 & gotta come out fighting. Don't doubt it! "Peace in our Time" is an illusion.

Sometimes I wonder if WRONG might just be RIGHT, Port-Starboard, Day is Crystal-night, a leering fright, a kiss-hello, a kiss-goodbye in our OWN personal twilight zone: REACH OUT!!! And touch me...Less we forget, all our Soldier boys who came/sacrificed before.

Is there anybody there? LONDON CALLING: No.9, No.9, No.9! The Twilight Zone. (Ringo Star).

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Village Idiot!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Village Idiot!"

...IT AIN'T ALL BAD BEING the "Village Idiot". The Medieval locals douse U with their excrement (Shit!) or pelt U with rotten fruit, arraying U in the village scaffold-stocks, whilst free to roam their kids hound U like it's "open season" on ALL aspects of humanity that confound or fail to conform? There's "V.I." or an OUTSIDER in everyone. Some hide it; some spit in the wind? And "Woe to the Vanquished!", but U can't KILL what the dumb masses fail to understand? "V.I."s DO disturb! 

It's NOT the worst fate to be considered, the town drunk or the Village Idiot? Show some intelligence -U get summoned/invited to the Royal Court...to BE a King's "Fool"! U get to be Liverpool F.C./Manchester United, top of the League! An appointment, a Village Idiots HOLY GRAIL, that gig of gigs where it's koshered to utter absurdities that is rewarded with Cakes & Ale, no fear of reprimand or that pesky AXE, your vocal-flippant treason- nor London-Tower-on-the-Hill execution!

Being an official buffoon is not the worst of fates. It's not ALL bad delivering that light-prism of a Frank Zappa poem/tune (Cosmic Debris?) And yes, people will talk, thus your legend is secure: "Alas poor Yorick! That Clown from Shakespeare's Hamlet. And less we forget the legendary misfit who haunted the bell tower of Paris's Notre Dame! No cakes & ale, sometimes, historically, a persecution song. Whilst up above, the ANGELS (should they actually exist:) DO the "Hokey-Koike" & dance with U in your Village Idiot mist.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix-Esquire: "BABY-DOLL!!!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BABY-DOLL!"

...BABY! I DIDN'T "diss" U. I was brain-naked, out-clothed/out-classed; no Milano-psycho, no Yakuza-kamikaze! I was ELECTRIC, in a place no-one else can understand. Whether I'd crash in Dubai or Pakistan, my cerebral debris, scattered/littered across the Sahara: A HAFIZ Persian Poet poem? A Love Prophet, quite simply, gone emotional "fiddle-E-Dee!" (It happens!)

BABY! I didn't DISS U. On the road to Damascus! I was a-la BLUES BROTHERS on a Mission from God: S-hard to explain? -A Guitar player/Mariachi looking for that lost chord...& on a 12 string (guitar) U need 3 competent Rockstar ROADIES to assist/several dedicated GROUPIES, optional! Supergroup/famous Bands; Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Black Sabath, cultural predators leave wakes of broken souls? Rolling Stones DO in fact gather moss. It's just never reported!

BABY! I didn't DISS U. I broke my ankle (drunk as usual), the LIMO ran out of gas, an old buddy arrived from out of town, I needed to PAWN my "Gibson Les Paul", my sister got arrested at the Barracuda Club (London). I had to fly over there & bail her out? Stupidity, never short of consequences! The SEVEN WONDERS of who we R" Greed, Envy, Jealousy", just 3 out of 7 to name?

BABEE! (An after thought) I was just slouching down main street, Joplin-Missouri minding my own abstract business. Actually, I was getting my "load on" in some lonesome C/W Bar composing all my excuses 'bout just WHERE WE could/should-a been, but knowing OURSELVES, better we'd reach out for the stars! And now we live with our illusions or get saturated in LOW PLACES, acting out, some private Idaho SOOO faraway from where we belong.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A Place in the Sun."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A Place in the Sun."

(dedicato: Le Marquis, Jean De'Bats.)

"A Place in the Sun."

...A PLACE IN THE SUN, a dimmed/Raybans-sunglasses/polluted sky or some vellum-bright, the one that burnt (Impressionist Painter) DEGAS's eyes/irises enforcing a 2nd career of miniature bronze sculptures of Ballerinas-immobile yet in their epoch majesty...

A place in the Sun... what issue, what dynamic carves your destiny, like Icarus soaring but with wings of WAX, a predestined "Skyfall" (James Bond movie?) or Sisyphus, another Greek legend/the Greeks/historically OWN the franchise! Sisyphus, silly man, the original (Beatles song:) "Nowhere Man", UP-Hill! forever to labor: Keep your eye on the ball: GRAVITY is All! Rolling stones?

A place in the Sun, a maelstrom-Heart, alas, finding nothing at all except a one-way ticket to Palookaville, possibly to foster an epic monologue, "To Bleed or not to Bleed, that is the question!", an abstract epiphany a-waiting until U R "done & dusted". That tumbleweed moment when the saloon piano dude quits playing & flies-a-buzzing, circling round the ceiling fan...drop dead to the floor!

A place in the Sun. A battle un-won! Faint heart never won, never won fair maiden. There's actually NO NEED to go out and MURDER some-one? (Monty Clift movie?)  Jesus!!! A place in the Sun? No worries, Kids. DO NOT DISPAIR!!! There's always Whisky in the JAR-O!!! And as dark as the inside of a Texas-Steers BUTT on a moonless night, it's no crime to come out fighting...for your own personal-Jesus, the right to stand up & ZORRO your Life into the Light. ...A place, a kind of Loving, for YOU...your place in the Sun.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix (Also in his "undercover" name, David Michael Oxley - old family name on Facebook): "Les Belles de Paris!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/A.K.A. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "Les Belles du Paris!" (Après poem by Francois Villon/1400s-dude.)

"Les Belles de Paris!"

...DEM GALS LOVE THEIR finery, their semi-concealed tattoos. They manage their lives like a corporation; do their own Taxes too! They Witter like ONLY Parisians do, an un-necessary flamboyance - an "eclair", in point, of all the Gals in the world? They OUT-TALK the lot! And, in my view, yours too (?), they got me stymied!

DEM GALS SURE have a good time? It doesn't matter if I'm there or not, they have that "joi de vie!". They R always planning a frolic or 2. (They hid my Tuxedo!) Where does that leave U or Me, happily confused, a tad outside yet, foolishly feeling blue? (WOTCHAGONNA-DO!?)

(Singing:) "TRA-LA-LA!" Ad-infinitum: The Paris Gals out-talk the lot! Dem Paris Gals out-talk the lot!...What's a poor GARCON to do?

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Sargasso Sea."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Sargasso Sea."

...WHEN THE WATER, GONE, DRIED UP, Oil prices plummeted, then, the SWIMMING POOL, the swim-pool owners thought they'd got this GIG-failed? A David Hockney canvas. An"A.I." Aquifer!!! A retro-Impressionist oil painting-smudge for your mind?

  When the Water dried up, the Champagne floated on an Ecco-illusion suggesting that those who owned swimming pools - would be alright.

When the Water dried up the MINISTRY (There's always a Ministry/there's always a MOLE, a Cabinet of Incompetence, a LEAK!) some "Gieves & Hawkes" tailored bureaucrat, 

...some sodomite (Eton Prep. school 0r Cambridge University deluge personality, robotically elected to the Houses of Parliament, a true Patriot: Patriotism? (Doctor Johnson!) The last refuge of a Scoundrel! -at some time, will always piss his pants.

When the WATER, gone, get thirsty. That READ (RED!!!) MARK MARKING by your Tutor in your schoolbook rule? When the snow fails to flood the rivers, to belch the ocean & and delivers your Sargasso Sea.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.