OUR MAN IN Europe, USA, Belize: "The Early Years" No. 1: ANACREON/Open Casket.

 

OUR MAN in Europe/USA/BELIZE: "The Early Years" No.1: ANACREON/Open Casket!

...I had an open casket, a secret request...so I could see the fuckers who HELD a mirror to my mouth (I'm CORPUS/I wasn't breathing?) no sign of LIFE or JIMBO who stabbed me in my left EYE - I did not flinch! - and the GALS (expectant of my Last Will/Testament $$$?) smeared-lipstick, CURSED ME, stuck a KNITTING NEEDLE in my groin/testicles/missed my good-left NUT and one/TWO left a pitiful POEM: "U left, OFT, like a Dude-star?

JIMMY showed up and spilled his JACK DANIELS all over the Floral tribute of Tulips, coffin, my TUX; some KID - I didn't know? - he was a FAG, tried masturbating ON my Corpse? Pete & Steve dragged his Ass outta the Chapel. I guess it was kind'a weird, but dead & gone, a Bob Dylan song echo? The answer is blowing.

My DEATH? I had an OPEN CASKET, mellow ORGAN chapel music, the LAST atmosphere this Ol Boy had ever wanted or experienced but, S'what folks' thought were apropos? Eventually? My ASHES in a MASON JAR. No worries.  Muscle-fillet, head-strong, psychotic to ASHES; to ANACREON, Greek Poet, we raise our glass to THEE, TIME-consumed, now has EATEN ME; devoured to eternity! Relax. Mortal END-game1

I had an open casket. ANACREON-remembered! But who'll remember U or Me, the Pussy U stroked or how U liked your carrots & peas?

c.davedelacroix/David michael oxley, Jan. 2024. Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Europe/USA, Belize, Dave Delacroix, aka, david michael oxley: :ANACREON in heaven! We SALUTE thee!" (Old British Navy Drinking Song, 1800s)

 

Our Dude in your Face! Dave Delacroix. "ANACREON!!!" (Ancient Greek Poet)

No retribution, no linger! No Saccharine, no indetermined, like a RIOT, no forsaken; ship-wreck Sailors, beaten-ashore by WRECKERS, no...REAL retribution. Only/Just? By kindness, boredom, indifference? Whose COFFIN-CLOSED scant of Guilt for fellowman or Porridge for a History-tale, pre BBC? Whose BRECKENRIGE in Scottland, Colorado, or the MURDOCH MYSTYRIES seeps into custom rites & Souls; WHISKY GALORE! Do DEVILS always Win, Maidens, always "de-flowered"; is anyone NOT a Bastard including the "...to the Manor-born"? No retribution, DEATH & the MAIDEN...whose love we pine, songs OF, forgotten SEA Shanties, ANACREON, we HAIL THEE!...but still her CURSE poisons your Seed? RAPE & pillage in an Ocean of mirrors?

c.Davedelacroix. 68th b-day arriviving, Oct. IN PAIN. Will continue with STYLE U Rockstars!

OUR RIGHTEOUS MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix/david michael Oxley: "It's all over now Babee-Blue!"

 

OUR Man in Belize, "It's all over Now..."

"It's all over now Babee-Blu? It's all over, no Trumpet/7th Cavalry to save the day from those "pesky" locals; Vikings, GAULS, Aztecs, Mayan-bastards, Vandals, punks from Chicago-South-side, Darkies, the Homeless? Jury's still out on Albanians, Sicilians? Muslims catching a FLIGHT? Stress-City!

Its All-over NOW Babee-BLUE, the Color-blind, the SWINES with WEIRD Scottish or IRISH names/accents, how can U trust these bastards? Apparently, Egyptians & Israelis are the MOST mid-east Racist pieces of crap U can encounter regarding their immediate Neighbors? Both regard themselves as top of the heap? 

It's all, yowzah, all over, BABEE-BLUE until some PIED-PIPER of HAMLEIN shows up, grabs everybody's KIDS, take Em away so THE HATE can dissolve?  But what family would sacrifice their KIDS for WORLD PEACE?

It's all over now Babee-Blue? I got (diagnosed) weeks to live. No worries. It's all over NOW (for me) Babee-Blue...Dave-Adieu. Shallom U lunatics! Allah-Akbah? Quit Medaevil-masturbation! Hang the LAWYERS & BURN the PRIESTS!...Y-all might just make it.

Our Man in Belize. Dave delacroix/david michael Oxley, Corozal, Belize.

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix/david michael Oxley, "CASTAWAY."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE: "CASTAWAY."

It's not OVER dear Heart, though wagons of Time roll horizons into well-deserved oblivion, nor friendship vacuum and ambitions dissolve, fine-point, script into verbiage, no wit, joke, laughter, a cunning smile? ALL is UN-lost as it was never uncovered. Yesterday. Footprints. Beaches. Places for a campfire. Idiots and Sunsets. 

It's not over Cheri. Love's BLOOD clings to your mortal coil like sickly virgin olive oil. The stuff stone-ground heralded by yellow-tongued Vipers. U can meet them. Or maybe YOU. Are one? Do U slither?

It's not OVER, over, over, like a frozen un-crashing WAVE; an emotion that singles U out, extends U the spray... but will NEVER release U, to dance, shimmer, on a paradise beach where the braindead trace footprints... and then, yet, to withdraw again, the beach, out of reach?

It's not OVER my love? Never! Locked-eternal, as we R in Love's-THORN matrix? A Calypso in the AIR, unattainable like a shooting star!

c. 2023, sept. dave delacroix/david michael oxley, corozal, belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix/david michael oxley; "old "SHEFFIELD" dude": "THE STIRLINGS in Sheffield on a Saturday Night!"

 

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix/david michael oxley: "The Stirling's in Sheffield on a Saturday Night." (Song: There R few who bear such hardships as WE poor Grinders do?)

NOBODY GOT YA BOO-GA-LOO, non-EXPECTED? Counting village-lonely "Aston-Ville-Piano-recital", high school-lass, (Renee in Treeton) not a hope in heaven? As late evening I walked BY, saw her HELL, ya MOM's Council house thru lace curtains?  SAME-PLACE (Brinsworth) I practiced, damp, in wet, misery, YORKSHIRE Trumpet Scales in "DULLARD-mid 1960s", Parents gift of INSANITY back in the day? 

Damp, worthless, BADGE on your Whoosit;  worthless old School tie? ALL whossits bright & beautiful, and ONWARD U SCUMBAGS, "Christian-Soldiers", to BE a Pilgrim? Uncanny just what our forebears expected? Elton John faggot-dancers on top of a Birthday Cake? It always rains on Sunday? Auntie/Uncle whoosit on a SUNDAY, a savory Pork Pie? 

"That's a NICe piece of HAM Mary!"(Mary-my-Mum) Green salad. Bread & butter. Cups of TEA. After a morning drive in the Yorkshire dales. Old UNCLE, wounded, WW1. Shrapnel in his whoosit.  His GAL/Wife. I drew her portrait but highlighted her WRINKLES...didn't go down well. S-always hard to BE Van Gogh wearing a Xmas wooly JUMPER portraying a disjointed reindeer?

In West Riding, Yorkshire, 1966? : TONY JACKLYN, GOLF-Czar, BROCKLEHURST Car Sales, SHEFFIELD-WEDNESDAY/DEREK DOOLEY, "RAG 65" SHEFF-STUDENTS YAAAH! RUGGER!!! Saturdays. Cup of OXO/BOVRIL, footer in the Snow? NOBODY DIED, nor complained? WOOLEY-Socks. YARSA!!! No snot! Score a bloody TRY? MONEY!!!? Not on the KID-RADAR!

  IN RETROPECT: Maybe ALL U WOKES (2023-50 years later) like REPTILES were awaiting your DECADE-YAAAS!!!, SUCCUBUS? Like SHEFFIELD-TEXAS, USA. (Movie with Paul Newman). Where all the WHORES (non-smokers) become CIVIC leaders, in Silk & Shawls! JUDGE ROY BEAN!? JUDGE ROY FIGLIOLE!~!~~!!!....(C-C-C-C-Changers~!/David Bowie?) Maybe ALL Yorkshire-snotty-KIDS "murphed" into "dialect-attitude"?

WHO SHRIEKS YOUTH! Who "MORPHS" U?  WHO makes the LEAP?  -Ya "Boo-ga-loo!!!" (That Cat with a Uni-degree in Philosophy, mowing a Civic-lawn.) A SEWER-rat TYKE, a HUMAN-LEAGUE, a DEF LEOPARD or that GAL, that KID, outta "nobody's-god"; NOBODY GOT YA BOO-GA-LOO, leastways, not THIS Saturday Night? Sheffield-Wednesday. Clock. Calendar. That School Gal, lonesome practicing her damp-room Piano Scales. And her Classmate...MIO...who got to rule his World by tripping the light-fandango WITH a whiter shade of whoosit!?

Yup. I gotta GO. My time is not over. Whatever happens! Don't walk away Rennee!

c.2023, Corozal, Belize./DAVE; S-WOT, age 67, I got. Lads & Lasses. We OWN our Time!

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix, "ESSO-BUSSO!"

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix/david michael oxley: "Esso Busso!"

 I GOT MAH SNEEZE down on mah knees, with U With U, babee w/U, tell me TRU" or whisyh away on a promenado? Your Alreado!... Your KISSES-STICK, you make it LICK in BUFFALO or PHILORADO? U Sing your Smile, your Boo-ga-loo. a wanna-go-BLUE, don't tempt me? A Mississippi Riverboat comin to get Me? I got my Sneeze, checkin dah breeze, better I climb, give Up or "V" a Sign: Arriverderci!....Tra-la-la. Fools die young. CLOWN-MASKS!....in your Mirror? HELLO!!! Bonjorno- yesterday...IS-what we GOT. S'what WE wrote. U got ya SNEEZE, encapsulated. TIME-demanded to your Skeletal-SOUL bereft of Soul , past explosive VERSUVIUS. A pyroclastic flow. Who SREAMS for their last KISS? Better STILL! Make an intellectual LEAP, a new idea? Teeth & TITS; Esso-Busso!!!

c.davedelacroix,,david michael oxley...

OUR MAN in Europe/BELIZE; "A recherché U Bastards perdu?"(Chanson-Francais)

 

Our Man in Europe/BELIZE: "A recherché U bastards perdu?" (Song/Accordion acomp.Chanson-francais).

OUTTA CHAMPAGNE, outta Champagne, what am I gonna DO without U? Outta Champagne? Outside your LOVE, and those CREDIT-CARDS we USED so... above U?

 Outta Champagne, wine's wisdom prevails as we BENTLEY carouse the "Continent" when U R outta Champas, smokes & a DAME? Jeeze! U R fricked! Caviar on TOAST in our Gaetano-fireside?

(Song Refrain): A la recherche BABEE, a SOIREE-boogaloo and our codex WORD is a noggins fool, a slip, a sly, a pas de Deux, a fashionista, a ferra-gosta kiss? A sentimental bliss? Do we LOVE or DIE?

Outta Champsies, outta vino-Barolo, out of the "rendezvous"? U never wanna talk about? When I met U/ Outta Champagne, we/and I never got to string my Guitar! Al la recherche my Love, U bitch-perdu!....Mi amore?

c.davedelacroix. Corozal, Belize. Aug,2023./Could be SUNG by Maurice Chevalier or Nicola Puleo-Sciacca-Sicily.