Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacrix: " HITLER'S BUNKER!"

our dude in europe/now belizze, dave delacroix, "Hitler's Bunker."

(dedicat: 55 MILLION Souls/loved ones who perished/we DO NOT FORGET!!!)

 HITLER'S BUNKER, the fearless RUSSKIES at OUR door. Probably it would have bothered You too? . Stiff-Prussian guts, (In the Bunker we had Schapp's on tap.).

Medal'd/ we NAZIS, good idea at the time/ came along for disgraced WW-1- German pride? - clicking heels, yet now, but soonest -  "Alles VERBOTEN! /frickin NO SMOKING!!" (Always keep an eye! Never trust a man who doesn't DRINK.. & keep one eye on the non-smokers!)

 Yet NOW (wearing my Iron Cross in Hitlr's bunker) where is Claudia, Heidi, the children on my Bavarian farm? We WHIT, whining about our injuries/casualties but never speak of our harm?

 The Blitz over England, the destruction of Rotterdam, Stalingrad-A RUIN, Jew, Gypsies the "office-HEP-CATS" (USA-Music), as our MANICAL SERVANTS, recently promoted "Brown Shirt: Berlins KU-DAM? -Who finally, cannibalistic now taking refuge in the U-BHAN like MORLOCKS: HITLER (this AUSTRIAN CORPORAL) now orders its flooding to drown the lot?

HITLER's Bunker. Russian artillery pound overhead. But can WE ever KNOW our regimes VICTIMS dread? A firing squad, A Concentration camp. A Gas shower, no washing/cleaning. Nothing but GOD, Some kind of faith/ singing as many NAZIS victims sang, "The Marseillaise! "save our souls? But WE do not forget!?

No doubt in th Hitler's Bunker NO be-Medaled Nazis Officer had THIS in mind in the final hour of the Third Reich? Hitler shot himself and everyone immediately whipped out their cigarettes & started chain smoking !

(Better they had shot themselves!!!)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix,

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: Dave Delacroix: "PISS, Wine & Death!" (McSorley's!)

 PISS! WINE! & DEATH! (McSorley's!)...

Piss! Wine! & Death! The happy Sonority! Bitches in SKIRTS to flirt your penis infatuatedly, outside of your mental "College Campus" psyche-macaroni; what "curriculum" explains your student yearning?

 A boy, LATIN-Learnt, Priest hood on horizon, where "GONE yesterday's snows", (Francois Villon) or his Poet-English fellow in England, "Goe & find a falling star? (John Donne) A emotion-mechanics BEFORE Archimedes.... Greek guy who could " fixed your IN-door Plumbing-PLUS create World War 3, toys and all?

-Now lost, dead, genius shrouded in verse? And piss, wine & death not with-standing murder by a Roman soldier in Syracuse-Sicily. The equivalent of murdering Frank Loydd Wright, buying a newspaper on 5th. Ave., NYC., the EAR that Vincent van Gogh lost?

PISS! WINE! & DEATH! Old McSorley's' Pub in Manhattan, N.Y.C. (Astor, NYC subway Sta.) where we HOLLERED, WAILED, sang "Danny-Boy!"

 NO ladies' toilets till 1966, when GOTHAM tried to BE respectable/ had to build a "sit-down"/toilet for the - West Greenwich Village - "local Virgins" (?) The WOKE - Lady - NON-SMOKERS? -Predictable. The WHORES became 'town Criers"/all FUN went South.

But WE old Lads remember it well.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our MAN in EUROPE,/now Belize, Dave Delacroix/just turned 70 years-yound: "Last Train from YUMA! (Texas-Town)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last Train from YUMA!"

...Last train from YUMA, Texas-town, the DEVIL never sleeps awaiting life's-nature-defeat -culled by WAR, suicide or just outright exhaustion, a fate of fates for whom all awaits -begging for a GIG in Heaven, leastways-later a Kaddish?

Last train from YUMA, a Stock Market CRASH, MEN-BANKERS! -threw themselves out of high Rise, New York citadels of fragile wealth? SHAME on SHAME! -and their entitled daughters enrolled in elite finishing schools, the last train from Yuma kissed, reluctantly, then sent them South?

...NODOBY KNOWS just what they "say" -FRIGHT-LAUGHTER-FEAR-a Social "auto de fe"? (buried in Jazz, Swing, decades of Yesterday?), teenage-fashion, JIVE, Dat GROOVE that keeps WE a- searching for some horizon into our fragile future.

Last train from Yuma. No worries. The Conductor gave US ALL a Ticket! "DING-DONG" every railroad station we pass on by? There's a Mail-drop, an E-Mail. Some pathos in our journey "...and/SONG: "City of New Orleans": the grinding of our OWN automotive wheels! -REGISTERES the gristle in our bones

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Aged Mandarin."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The aged Mandarin.".

What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) to entrance a MANDARIN, a man at Court, a power! What tune to enhance a Courtesan (CYMBAL!!!)  she RULES without a tower.

 She bequeaths your goals, might-BE she saves your souls, silken splendor she endures & walks amongst/pays for your Kids to go to university. A MYSTIC prevails! (Don't forget!)

What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) in Shehzan or old Shanghai/got rid of "the gang of 4", and from a swarm of bicycles to a myriad of Hatch-back-polluting FORDS! The Forbidden City in danger of corroding? A CHINA of Tomorrow.

 We ALL got Cellphones, Internet, let the Politicians/Generals figure IT OUT but don't BOMMB-RAID on my House. I live by the "3-god-damnned-DAM!!!" (My family already GOT running water?)

Because my MOM lives there, her UN-married SISTER with a KID, we have a bag of rice & our kitchen is clean, Uncles sometimes - in their best clothes - come visit with rice wine & fruits - and there's a CYMBAL there and sometimes we pray to our Gods!

(CYMBAL! CYMBAL! CYMBAL!)

In this CHANGING WORLD, leave US alone. WotchagonnaDO?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

 Now, as I - a teenager - was sticking out my foreskin/DICK in the wind/lamenting a lost girlfriend - on a high hill away from prying eyes - once happy dancing on the "bough" and if anyone can tell me just what a "bough" IS or means.... this is where I run out of Words. Every Writer (I certainly) looks at their composition, and the composition - MEAN-EYED! -right back at U - just STARES? (Reach for the Whiskey!)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

(dedicato: Diane Striker/longtime resident in Hong Kong.)

It's called "Writers BLANK", a creative torpedo which on contact doesn't EXPLODE. There's no gravestone, no weathered marker, no "Doobie-Doo!" And "JA-Bitch!" An eternal labyrinth. It's universally UN-fair. Self-Pity walks in the door & U piss off your friends by the score. Heartbreak by a pen's comma" is a "Scottish Play" away! Inkwell-spill? Oh boy!!! A heart will tremble. (Maybe take a swipe at Main Street?).

Now, (all grown up) as I was walking, main street, SUITED, bowler hat on my head, swinging my sword albeit a jet-black umbrella, Regents St, -London or Trafalgar Square. A man of Position, vitality & zeal, a world, a MARKET of opportunity; to get a-head what's on offer, what's to STEAL! A mishmash of Deals, "bits & bobs", a house in the country, a Trophy wife? Yet the BLANK PAGE never goes away. That lingering doubt. In life's silence that Edvard Munch painting: SHOUT! So, a Napoleonic "retreat from Moscow" to rescue...of who U once were.

Now, AGED, retired on my estate in Corozal-Belize, as I was a "RAGGAMUFFIN", fell off the Doyly Carte-cake Tray... in some Savoy, Ritz Hotel which my credit card couldn't pay? I semi-implored Monsieur whoopsies to give me (a 'la Oscar Wilde) another day? Leastways I wasn't - Financial frivolities - outside of the slope. but my teenage love, a DICK can droop. A Writers BLANK, like Poe's "Tell-tale-Heart" never actually gets to leave U alone.

Hold that Thought. Just gotta an E-mail from Hong Kong!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "GO TELL the SPARTANS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Go tell the Spartans!"

TRAVELLER WHO PASS on by, our battlefields, our palatial ruins, destroyed ornate baths & gardens or a retreat cottage or barn in which where we thrived/survived, lived & died; a humble wedding and where we prayed to our Gods, a romance where young folks fell in love, where hopeful children danced, where we unfolded life's mysteries, told horror stories 'round a campfire on moonless nights? (Brutal stuff/raise the HAIRS on your Cats back?)

Where we conspired against Tyrants and wondered ALL desires, and friendships bonded or WERE betrayed & Clerks/Monks with pen & paper/frosted mitten hands notated all our past ways? Yet SHIPS  come sailing 'cross the seas, a "Sea-Peoples" to crush all that we Be, a song to be silenced, a poem to be erased, a Tyrants ignorance, an Intelligence-disgraced Yet ELECTRA-in the Morning, a St. Cecilia, or Joan of Arc, lone voices usurped by wolves, throughout the ages we still sing/echo their Song?

Stranger, Traveller, U who pass on by? Go tell the Spartans how we fought, lived & died. A Lyre or an electric guitar accompaniment, whatever your desire. Go tell the Spartans!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "HEY JOLEEN! Under the Midnight Sun."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Hey JOLEEN! -Under the Midnight Sun."

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams, let's drink some Whiskey; where DO all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, get kind'a frisky under the midnight sun.

It's hard to shrink, today they call it "down-sizing"; I too have looked into that hole of a life in which U don't belong and where a man can lose his soul.

It's a "witch-a-way" World, nobody to teach U, U just want/gotta find your own Soul and the "slings & arrows" of outrageous fortune will steer U from your path of gold.

This ain't Natures grande-epiphany, nor no College degree, no parental guidance, no Royal decree just a lonesome Gig, U R on your own-KID! -to your zig-zag path TO your goal.

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams. Let's drink some Whiskey; where do all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, some Winters night, or frisky, we gonna RUMBLE! -under the midnight sun.

Hey Joleen! Joleen! Tonight, we'll have some fun! (Pass dat whiskey Babe/leastways save me some!?)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Oct. 11th/one day into my 70th year.)