Our BLOKE n Europe/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "KIMONO!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/floating on a Sampan outta Hong Kong wearing cheap-ass mascara: "KIMONO!"

(dedicato: Outta RESPECT for the Cool Kids in Singapore, Hong Kong & China- hugs & blessings!)

"KIMONO!"

KIMONO! ~...Have U ever been lonely, have U ever been blue? Have U ever been lonesome, it's up to U. Do U ever go back to the Rice-family-pack. Polish your shoes? And out of the city, goodbye to Shanghai, goodbye to what U knew.

 And IN the CITY what U gonna do? And what good is your Kimono; why not just give it away, sometimes we sing these songs every other day?

Have U ever been lonesome. Some Gal on the street. A Tokyo landscape. Some kid on the street. The KIMONO U pawned long ago. The Song in your heart. The song in your Soul sings for ever more. (Don't lose faith!!!)

 It's tough being lonesome. The Devils U meet. But like a refugee U still got feet? There's some Kid on the corner, maybe COOL; don't cost nothing to say "Hello!"? (Flip a Dime?)

(Singing:) KIMONO! KIMONO! Come back to Me! Where is our destiny? Please set us free. Kimono-Kimona, I sing our song. And with our BITS & BOBS we might just get along.

 Kimono=Kimona, I remember so well when I thought the World was a drinking well. But now?...

Kimono-Kimona. Gotta a smile on my face. Nobody really knows US. WE really got no face. People pass us by. Like U I'm a face in the crowd. Kimono-Kimona. I just say (in Mandarin:) "MEE-HOW!". A face in the crowd.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "The Day of the Misfits!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize: "The DAY of the MISFITS!"

...SO WE DECIEDED to ROB a BANK. S-where they KEEP DA MONEY. Seemed like a good idea at the time. We'd already tried BLACKMAIL, but the Internet went South & we couldn't remember anyone's E-mail/address. Names? Who can remember names? The last Geisha U kissed. "WON TON SUE?" And "STICK EM UP!" on N.Y.C. 5th Avenue? Fashionista-Bitches just slapped us in the FACE!  (I was at my wits end?)  But BACK to the big-Kohona, the BANK JOB... Mandatory of course we should (Humphry Bogart/Casablanca) wear belted gabardines, serious Fedoras in the middle of July, every second guy in Ray bans, a third with a painted-on scar, again with mandatory SNEER & no vocabulary. Identical WATER PISTOLS of course, only ONE that if triggered produced the British flag, we were all set to go, Curly, Larry & Moe; back up were the MARX BROTHERS, recent inductees to our gang, Jewish & broke & OUR GANG, a bunch of neighborhood penniless ghetto KIDS to drive us away in the "get-a-way" Van. I believe "Stymie" was the designated driver? FILM NOIR never had a better smile? After a breakfast of bacon & eggs, 2 or 3 shot of Nightrain (fortified red wine gut) I gathered the TROOPS and was ready to BOOGALOO! We all hit the "D-Train outta Coney Island, separated in different train cars -for camouflage. Bernie Madoff's Lipstick high-rise on Manhattan's whoosits street. THIS GUY was LOADED! We'd "Stick him up!!!" I DID forget my Homburg hat. Yet what could go wrong?...

c.2025. dave delacroix.

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

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

...I NEVER CRIED for my Pizza, no Pizza ever cried for Me? I sailed to Cathay, but Cathay never sailed to me. I never wailed seeing the edge of the world, the state of California was enough. And I never sang of Allah, Budda, or Jesus but I guess those guys sang for me.

I rarely had an original Thought, lord knows we plagiarize as we breathe. Shakespeare or the Bible, recently outsold by "The Da Vinci Code" (?) Quotations/contradictions, will they ever cease? And PIZZAS come & Pizzas go. Who makes Em better, who made them FIRST! The Chinese or Italians? Yet another GULLIVER'S TRAVELS reason to go to war.

It's a long way to Tipperary but MY heart's right there.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man who no longer lives in Denver, Dave Delacroix: "The Big "MEEOW!"

 Our Man who no longer lives in Denver, Dave Delacroix: "The Big "MEEOW!"

(Singing:) It takes SIXTEEN CATS & wad-a-ya get; another "Meow!" & deeper in debt; ah said JEEZE why R we three/crucified hanging here -Curly, Larry & Moe, let's go cracker-barrel at the County store.

It takes 16 CATS: "MEOWS!" -galore! Another day purring on some stranger's mat. Ah-said, U some kind of SIAMEEZE? He/She/transgender say, AMAH jest purring - in Mandarin - for what I can get! AH I SAID, U gotta be from Shanghai? -Nope. (?)... Silence ensued.

...At which point feline conversation dissolves into bible-bashing, Jehovah-Witness, Scientology, a lotta purring, scratching, licking fur-balls - ones who got Em, looking hungry, furtive or spasmodically chasing Geckos by the swim-pool. Did I mention basking in the sun, occasional incestuous sex? (YO! It's OK. We got neutered!) Absolutely NO mention of Franz Kafka, Dostoyevsky, Camus or Knut Hansun. Lotta purring though. A David Hockney painting "sans" splash.

It takes 16 CATS an' wad-a-ya-get, No Jesus, no faith, no TAX RELIEF. U can wander LONELY as a cloud but U'd better not STEP OUTSIDE of the BIG MEEOW!

(There R 65 more verses to this song where the above actually makes sense but I figure I'd spare ya.)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix: "MEE-HOW!!" (Cantonese for "Hello!")

Our DUDE in Europe/SPY versus SPY, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a.David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "THE BARK!!!"

 Our Man in Europe, SPY versus SPY, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "THE BARK!!!"

"The Bark!" (Apres Edvard Munch's painting: "The Scream.")

.... WHY HAVE A DOG and BARK YOURSELF or get with child a mandrake root? No need to SCREAM or Peacock-feather-display less U R going TO a Rave.

As for "have U ever seen the rain?", a monsoon that threatens your earthly sense of security; a MASS of folks never DO like Voting for some Clod or Tyrant they've never met or knew. S-why the World's gone askew. "JEEZE! I never MET the Guy. I was just following Orders!!!?"

It's hard to masturbate in the public eye but SOME (Politicians) DO & get away with it but there's "a HARD RAIN'S gonna fall" and inevitably on their Worldly-Roulette wheel - for a time - will spin your needy gear. Put your Dime on red or black? An obvious GAME is a-foot! But no-one cares or on mind-vacation.  Postcards from Nazis Death Camps - wish u were here - yesteryear?

Why have a Doggie & bark yourself? Because sometimes in our urgency, it's what we do. Who wants to get off the couch? Dogs ain't barking!...

"Whad-ya-say Soldier!?" The World's gone to Hell in a handbag.  And AS for the "Mystery of the Dog in the night?" "SILVER BLAZE!" Sherlock Holmes knew it. Gotta feeling someday U might too.... As for the DOG?... it didn't bark. 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "5 ROADS to CAIRO!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "5 Roads to Cairo!"

1)... No SOCKS today!

...NO SOCKS TODAY, the rain has gone away, bloody MONSOON-"arrivederci", it's back to Shorts & Sandals! The tropics (Belize) we can mostly handle! BUT NO SOCKS today, the LEVIS/slacks back in some cupboard, a glass of (cheap ass) Spumante THE SUN is back...

...we weathered the STORM, (mid 80-degrees/BRRR!) coconuts spit firing off Palms (trees), now families, the KIDS racket in the (swimming) pool, we're back to an every day. I SAY! No SOCKS today, getting past November rain. A Whisky & Soda will do me just fine, shaken-not-blurred, my name is BOND. Dave Bond. Licensed to CHILL. (Poolside half naked!). Bikini-belladonnas saunter swan-like...

There's always danger in a tropic Paradise? The CROCS (not sandals) lurk in the bayou, Snakies & BUGS can chomp, squeeze, devour an entire nuclear family (2.5 kids) in 20 minutes/little time to write a farewell - "all is lost!" - farewell note? "Where's 9-year-old ROSA!!?...No-one knows." "No worries. She'll (?) turn up."

But NO SOCKS TODAY! "Shorties, Bermuda-Pants! Tropic "fashione di oggi!" Let's fire up the BBQ & let the time drift away. On this dock of the bay. No Socks today. Could it BE any other way?

"NO MILK TODAY my Love has gone away... No milk today..."

2)...Have U ever been lonely?

Have U ever been lonely have U ever been BLUE, have U ever gone FRANTIC for your Wife, Kids, or just U? Have U ever gone ballistic, Life's - ahah! - outrageous fortune on the ship U R Captain, it fell off a flat world when U - advised - thought it was round.

So, here's a CIGAR, some CAVIAR, a bottle of CHAMPAGNE but mostly, a needy bowl of Minestrone, a hitchhikers' warmth to carry U through that desolate Kansas-State rain? Have U ever promised a "SUN-DOWNER" a house or a home, a Tomorrow, a future, a brilliant career? Sometimes we do.

LOST & LOST we know it in every song we compose. A solo GIG ain't worth the cost but we do it anyway?

Have U ever been lonely, a hug from a friend, a false wall of security that U can defend? Have U ever sang SOLO in "concert-fright" & gave it your best shot to an audience's delight. And a "mea-culpa", though a "coupe de grace" to remind U that U participate, a world filled with Honor &... Disgrace?

Have U ever been lonely have U ever been Blue? So, decide my dear. It's up to U.

3)...DEVIL in a PORK PIE HAT!

ZE DEVIL in a Pork Pie Hat -Urban SWARMI, almost sober, under rehearsed, like most sleight-of-hand, believers row-on-row; any (Non-Smoking) government will CUFF-U & charge U as a belligerent-innocent bystander? U got NO Rights; your cheap ass Lawyer might be WACKED for being a bright spark?

That Devil in a Pok Pie hat, everybody's CIVIL RIGHTS, your friend in whose hands BRASS justice labyrinths & where all ALTRUISM fails, a guillotine awaits but never mind. The ignorant & poor will erect a shrine. It'll probably look like U.

4)...Devil in a Pork Pie Hat -Part 2!

Devil in a Pork Pie Hat, a WIZRD through the bottle of a Whisky glass, given an hour or 2 to steal your insights, steal your FIRE or didn't U know the "familiar", your CAT? He purrs but knows when to leave your lap. As LOVE, confounded, PURRING R synonymous. Ask any VET.

Devils always "Arriba-sensa-minestrone" in the fog of your distracted BOOGALOO, "shoeless", worn off your feet? That Devil in a Pork Pit Hat. That Devil's emerald, the green-eyed symbol of ENVY/JEALOSY above my Anglo-Turkish door.

5)...5 Roads to Cairo.

Songs & SCRIBBLES of Life's riddles keeps a mattress warm. Belles & Bellas, rockin-boudoirs never did anyone no harm. Drunken poetry, miles & miles to take it where U go but no-one knows the fractures in your soul.

KICKS & punches on the Saloon floor, attitudes & racist-oriental that identify deficient cerebral souls U meet. And yet U MEET them every day, some of granite, mostly of clay whilst guitar busking on the street, a night within a night some say but MUSIC prevails!...

(Singing:) And all the Federales say, the N.Y.P.D, the L.A.P.D., or the I.C.E./USA-Gestapo: "He's nobody we know. We just let him get away... outta kindness I suppose."

Songs & Scribbles, a voice in the dark, a consciousness, some kind of spark, who's to say what your Fascist Neighbor will say: "J'ACCUSE!" or "WOT LARKS!!!" 

Oddly, there R 5 roads to Cairo. The Marrakesh Express is one. CONCORDE never flew there. But nobody told me. I just roadside stuck my thumb out & got a ride!

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No man is an Island."

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Man is an Island."

(dedicato: "the Usual Suspects.)

...GOE, tell it on da mountain, go tell it O-er the deep blue sea, go tell it in Times-labyrinth, go tell it to History.

Go tell it to our MEMORIES that haunt us night by night. That whisper within your dreams, a restless-restless night.

 AND GO SING it on a mountain, go sing it on the Plain and if don't FIGURE... you'd better live your life all over again.

 Yup! GOE sing your melancholy, go sanguine in your wine, a mystery, only a fool (Oh boy!) get to live twice.

....My name is BOND, Dave-frickin-Bond/licensed to CHILL, mostly ailing? My BABES, an "all-sorts-licorice" in a spangled-paper box but, luckily, I never got the POX, there's that! (Ya gotta wonder!?)

GOE catch me a falling star mandrake root, tell me where all past years R, Poet John Donne in St. Paul's cathedral. Short guy, life like statue but, I guess tall for Elizabethan times? Dodged the PLAGUE. Sang of his AGUE. His poetic legacy wails?

As for me & U worried about "influencer-issues" via internet exposure, spotty small tit kids' tellin ya bout the Pantheon (Rome), the Parthenon (Greece), the Coliseum (Rome), the tower of London, etc. THEIR miserable travel epiphany - on a BUDGET - who'd wanna GOE? Maybe Poet John Donne, resuscitated would wail "No man is an island!" and leave it at that? (Wanna makes U stay the frick Home?)

(John Donne orig:) "GOE & catch a falling star, get with child a mandrake root & tell me where all past year's R or who cleft the Devils foot? -Teach me to hear mermaids singing or to stave off envies stinging and find what winde serves to advance an honest mind."

....GOE! But of course! Go West young Man!!! Yes GO! Go tell it on the mountain, go tell it O-er the deep blue sea! Go THROTTLE-CHOKE Time's labyrinth, go tell it my friend for your chosen History.

...Last I heard? No Man is a whoosits! Ya gotta, and SHOULD wonder... Post Shakespeare, John Donne got himself a HIT SONG, ya think?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.