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

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

1) LONDON BRIDGE IS falling down, my fair Lady. I flipped a Nickel on Dean street-SOHO, it came up a Dime, don't ask me why. Should-a bought a lottery ticket?

London bridge is falling down, my fair lady. A Billie Holliday song. It resonated! How come it gets "moon-ish", Hemmingway's Death in the Afternoon. Like an unemployed Matador "sans TORO" pawning his gear? 

London bridge is falling down, my fair lady. I got TWO PENNIES trying to mate, a guitar missing a "D" string, a voiceless cancer throat, nothing drums. Yet a PULSE!

London bridge is falling down, my fair lady. Who "da Man" who counts your "counters" down on main street? Money changers in Jerusalem. Jesus without a Credit card or Bitcoin? (Where did it all go wrong?)

2) And ALL THE KINGS HORSES and all the King men couldn't put him back together again. Ya gotta be "Ray Noble" conducting, when "Al Bowlly" croons. A talent unique. Prophets have the worst luck. AL got bombed by a Nazi V-2 rocket in London-WW2! (WotchagonnaDo?)

All the Kings horses & all the Kings men, sticking plaster/band-aid/WD40 maybe? -"I am the WHISTLER and I whistle by night. I seep into your sleep. Conscience, regrets, plague your nap.

All the King horses & all the Kings men. My NEED is your KEEP! - Needy people need needy sleep yet fail to honor their waking hours...Yet who's to judge in this Bi-polar World? The yen for the YEN, ducats, drachmas, COIN, something U cannot eat.

3) RING-A-RING a ROSES, a pocket full of poesies. "ATTICHOO! ATTICHOO!" We all fall down. (No Medicare!)

Ring-a-ring a-roses, a pocket full of poesies. Alas, nothing will ever put our Love back together again. "ATTICHOO! ATTICHOO!" Like clowns. We all fall down. Or fret ourselves into dusty death.

,,,,London Bridge is falling down, my fair Lady. London bridge is falling down, my fair Lady.

c.2026. dave delacroix.

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

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

WE ARE THE "SORRY" MEN", second guess our every move. WE R the SORRY folks, walking on eggshells? We SAY "SORRY!", least five times an hour, sometimes with conviction, sometimes just passing by; WE say "Sorry/excuse a-Mio!" with every breath or sneeze.

We R the SORRY Dudes, doesn't matter for one & All. An Islamist Terrorist murders 20 of our kids, we fire a missile back & then...feel sorry? We say sorry on the phone, ordering a coffee at a kiosk, a sway in a queue for a theatre ticket, a bump in a Pub, gotta require a "Sorry", polite in the belief that Life is a game of Cricket.

WE R the SORRY folks, WW1, over the "TOP" armed only with a Swagger-stick! We R the SORRY RACE, dignified, mowed down in Ypres, 10,000! A Sorry BLOOD -thick as mud!..We R the Sorry BREED but our enemies will never-ever respect our creed...until we WAKE UP!!!

c.2026. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "ORBIT!"

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

...ORIBIT OF THE GODS, our circum-non-navigation is MANIFEST, a random curse or just plain "good luck", we have come so far in our fallibility...in space & time?

In Switzerland, south of Basel, just above the famed "RICOLA"/herb-mouth mint factory, hitch-hiking, backpack, guitar, a lone roadside apple tree. I plucked off 4 & left the other 20 apples for whosoever might follow me...

By Torino, Italy near the FIAT car factory in a warehouse BAR (Ragazzos - MEN - ONLY/1975) the Friday night boys drank mucho Vino & sang their hearts out where 2 "chosen" Tenors sang: "O Sole Mio, etc." & the  (Fiat workers) 300 choir, the lads dutifully accompanied in perfect somber harmony; the Opera at "La Scala" in Milano, THESE GUYS? -their pain, resignation, love, passion without compare.

Hitch hiking across the Nevada desert, U.S.A., my throat parched, heat-stroke, but I managed a whistle brave & true. I was flailing. No water. It was getting Night, but a Hippy B/W bus stopped, gave me a ride to Las Vegas: Lights-Camera-ACTION! Free drinks. Free buffet. (Play BLACKJACK!) Strange things happen but sometimes it's true?

A Satellite of a Satellite zooming round the zodiac, orbiting round some ICON, man-made, never knowing. The Orbit of U.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Damascus."

DO YOU COME from Damascus, do U come from Rome, did U text me from America, did U message me all alone?

Did U SIGNAL an S.O.S. from Sweden, Beijing, Uzbekistan, Ceylon, do U feel all alone in your Internet zone?

Do U ever wonder just who U once WERE now talking to a ghost, in the dark, an alien spectrum, a place, an inner-ECHO, a stark...

Is there an Edvard Munch/painting SCREAM a 'tremble in your soul; do U hail from Damascus, do u hail from Rome.

Do U come from Ireland, a garden of songs? Do U sing of your homeland, far away now gone. Do U come from Damascus? U are not alone.

Do U sing of the rivers of Babylon where we all sat down. "It's cold out there, Baby." You'd better chill out.

c.2026. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix; "THE MANDARIN."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. on Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "THE MANDARIN."

(dedicato: Acountessa Carol Aniello)

"The Mandarin." (The fallibility of a JU-JU-Man)

..."Soldier" is on patrol, roaming the estate/compound. "Bela' "is  killin' geckos/bugs. (Names of my Pet Cats.) It's what OUR CATS DO. So, what do all U boys & girls of yesteryear FEAR, or for that matter, tomorrows horrors? Are we not FELINE protected! (Kharmic PURRS!) No worries.

 ...Pets, Cats, busy scratching/washing PURRING//patrolling? ...Yet a North wind SECRETS your psyche in knots, an Inter-net virus: "OUT DAMNED SPOT!" (Lady Macbeth having a tantrum!) Outside of an ASP, Cleopatra's ghost? ((Cats Anonymous?) or lack of valor? Handguns/.38 Specials not yet invented. Echos of your Opie's Film Noir or your Parents Disco years>

 Do you (dance) "Pogo" do you do "The Toaster! /up & down", the "LURCH"/kind-a Corpse-like, or the "ROBO"., the latter my fave. U adopt a zig-zag stance/stay put till the Disco fog song ends. No exertion needed. (Invented by William Houston from Texas), but AS for your Wars, trouble & strife...centuries before...

...an "Agincourt", A "Crecy" (your ancestors/ battles/long bows/arrow thingies) where English RAIDERS in their self-glory destroyed peaceful French farmers & raped their Maids/Meet the NEW BOSS-SAME AS THE OLD BOSS, new devils, new GODS, that low-life kernel of nature, people had to die (?) And devils in Life's fog... coughing the phlegm to spital, actuality for a viral "reason"?

... No coffee. Not even a decent cigarette! Misery always needs a friend. Form a Trade Union?  Gods un-needed. That SCREAM un-sound!!!

"Soldier" (my Cat) ...on patrol, no control. "Bela" (my other Cat) killing geckos, s-what CATS do. Outside of purring, S-what we morons do too! Propagation S-what's divinely engineered, celibacy not an option. Even the Virgin Mary got knocked up! Wondering if Mohamed had a decent sex life. No mention in the Koran. Allah-Akbah-nice to meet U! "No Intifada on MY "Shorties!" (Underpants)

I AM TIRED OF PISSING MY PANTS! -being NICE to strangers, listening to old songs, well-worn lyrics, that old fashioned -I'm an old-fashioned man, a MANDARIN who outta wisdom; some dude who lived too long. I have no future, but I fear for YOURS! 

Your mirrors, deception, epiphanies, delusions-galore! Your kisses vanish in memory, past fornications, gone with the wind, station to station. With/without U, can U STICK it alone. Can U STICK the cold, can U STICK the rain, usurped by THINKING loss & yet even LESS gain; diamonds, gold, emeralds that dissolve in your hands, abstract thinking, inside what is rare?

"ALLORS!!!"...A Maestro without a song. A Mandarin outta Truth! -it beguiles. Can U carve your name with pride? And all the Truth we've yet to know, as kisses tomorrows on lips unseen;  A'la Chaucer: "Rest after toil. Port after storm, death after life, yet Inter-net porn, occasionally, doth greatly please." A Mandarin in our time. A Poet without a rhyme. And there IS or lies our MYSTERY to un-wind, but hopefully with warmth & a smile.

c.2036. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Paradise, BERLIN< Dave Delacroix, "BERLIN/This Side of Paradise."

 Our Man in Europe, BERLIN, Dave Delacroix: "This side of Paradise."

...This side of PARADISE, once, this side of the Berlin Wall, we had NO rules, WEIRMAR-TOPLESS in City parks, thought nothing erotic, blondes singing sonorous military songs in Berlin's fracture, yesterday's ruins, post war generations anthems or a "Whiter shade of pale."

This side of Paradise, the WAR-won, yet now threatened, a new bloody "fun"; America, China, that Putin-Clown in Russia - invading Ukraine - a breadbasket for AFRICA & just what can he gain: A domestic "HUZZAH!", Cossacks-galore till he discovers now educated Cossacks gone to Paris...and fell in love with Peace?

This side of Paradise, that throw away "FURR-BALL" hat. Gorky Park. No-one's in a rush to get back. As ISLAM/MULLAHS brainwash 5 times a day, people's OWN sense of faith will go their own way; this side of Paradise, "in shah-Allah", my faith belongs to me...leastways, on this side of Paradise. Just when will these greed-tyrants just let people BE?

(Singing:) For SHAME, for Shame! These Jackels FIGHT & Name! For a House divided cannot stand.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.,,,,, 

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Scoop of Youth/The Venus Flytrap!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "A Scoop of Youth." /"The VENUS Flytrap!"

...Enraptured, captured! Your juices at her command. No FIRE EXIT, no escape (WotchagonnaDO?). Paint her portrait or "postmortem" sculpture her likeness? Hauntings anew?

That Black Widow Spider, post-post intimacies where never ever-ever U can, can ever to begin; a deaths-head beetle skull engraved on your heart? Ambitious Genetics without a thought?

A Chrysalis, an evolving song to take U to Love's grave. A majestic SWIRL backpacked across the river Styx, to Hades, that dark Hotel California: YO! U can check out any time, but it never leaves U.

The Venus Flytrap, that succulent-verdant green with all its claw-spikes to pierce your loves eager blue-eyed greed & then to consume. Enraptured. Captured. Your juices at her command. That scoop of Youth.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.