Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.10: Swiss-Nazi-Vaults.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.10: Swiss Nazis Vaults.

WHEN YOUR DICK is tied in a Gordian Knot, ANY FORESKIN U had already set sail OR your VAGINA came with a dodgy Zipper then U KNOW... what's THE WORD?

When U R SO BROKE U hear some GOVERMENT CLOWN says "I-ll BUST U for being U!" then U know all bets R off? For THIS U don't have to be IRISH, WELSH, frickers from YORKSHIRE, Geordies, SCOTTISH, et.al. ?

FINALLY, the GREAT BRITISH DICK WAR may commence? Ransack the BANK of ENGLAND. With luck U get some Pens, Laptops, condoms/bottom drawer of big desk, yesterday-s Burrito: The REES-MOGG-Guillotine/soundtrack/60-s Band: The DEVIANTS, may come into place on THREADPENIS STREET; expect insidious PARA-Snipers/Swat-robots/Bobbies. GOV.com folks who actually WANT to kill U? MOW U DOWN: always a ....U want CHANGE? 

WHEN YOUR DICK can't TAKE IT any more? BURN BABY BURN! The ROYAL BANK ACCOUNT will have been TRANSFERED. Credit-Lyonais, Swiss-Nazi Vaults? Meantime? Worthless-Tax=payer U? Y-all might be Murdered, Wounded, BROKE. U get to piss in the ROYAL PALACE...but. if this is what U want?...U will be FREE. Not forgetting...Israeli Occupied Territory: The BBC. A nouveau Bayeau Tapestry.

 Like Caesar's TORSO! Who strikes with the first KNIFE U Pussies? For UK Change WHO will pay with their LIFE?...As for ALL Western European/Peace-Loving Nations? It's time to Militarily INVADE Switzerland, bust open the BANKS, hang a bunch of miscreants,  and RE-distribute EUROPE'S insidious WEALTH to any Euro-Citizen over the age of 65!

 Like ALEXANDER: Cut the GORDIAN KNOT.

c.2021, Corozal, Belize. HOTBED of anathema.

Our Man In Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.9: "Bathing in the Sea."

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix IN BELIZE: No.9: "Bathing in the Sea."

WOTCH YA DOIN? What or WHERE when on sandy beach I saw U there? What were U doing under a half moon light: 

"Just bathin in dah Sea."

What were U doing IN Paris? Hunting down ghosts of Villion's yesteryear? To BE or NOT: Hamlet-s SHRIEK! 

 It's always Wednesday when an empty Tuesday draws near or a Rent day, an ultimatum, like love, love lost, a U or Me; people who live only to catch  a few waves? WHAT FOR!?

And the shoreline MARKED with the wrecks, the forlorn, a Cafe-bistro, a Saxophone call? Someone else's Gig; A Maigret story, leastways a DRAMA: A ZOLA, maybe a Baudelaire!?

What R U doing now it's Spring? A moment, a Dance, a new-founded ZING; what R U doing. YO! What R U doing?

"Amh just bathing in da Sea."

c.davedelacroix, 2021,bayshore drive, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.8: The Window is Open.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in BELIZE, No. 8: The Window is Open.

dedicato: Carol M. Aniello.

The window is open

and the air bares within

sounds from far away,

a Caribbean Opera Score

of lost ventures

of Pirates, Devils, Jesuit Priests,

Cut-throats, Gentlemen-Adventurers,

their promise, the hope, imcumbant desire/

the dreams of evermore

now entombed

under mangrove

sand and quartz

whose voices, in tidal wailing, swirling

CRY OUT!

"Do not GO where I have ventured So!"

to remind a bathing debutante:

the kiss of these Seas

are blind to your perfect Vision

in the cool of a tropic eve's 

shoreline breeze

that envelope's your moment's rapture.

c.2021, dave delacroix, bayshore drive, corozal, belize. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.7: "Mango-Jango!"

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.7: "Mango-Jango!"

MANGO!!! MANGO-JANGO!! Your DUDE on every festive TOURIST Street? MANGO! Mango-Jango! That Sun-God-toned Yusepha-RAMBO, that Shoe-shine KID U meet? U see him HERE, U see him THERE, maybe he's homeless, lives on the street? U don't care, but he's JAMBO-MANGO, that kid, that FIXER, for your every moment-meet: Shoe-shine, Tickets for a Show, some BLOW, or maybe fake-new GUCCI - Mango somehow KNOWS your Gig, your TWIST, your desire?

Mango-Jango! Your DUDE! Your exotic Big Lewbowski. Night & Day, ON parade; yet in quiet hours...he fades away into night's vacuum to feed his awaiting KIN?...And the Stories he tells? Wondrous!!! ...And thus HIS babies can gently go to sleep?

0600hr: "HOLA!! Buoanas dias! YO FRICKERS!!!...Mango. Back on the Beat. Back on Patrol!...WHAD-YA-NEED!?...

c.2021. davedelacroix, corozal-belize.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.6: One Night in Cancun.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.6: One Night in Cancun.

dedicato: Vince Manta.

 IT WASN'T THE TRIDENT of Lightning, nor the RICTUS of Death in the sky? Nor the Alcoholic-toothy GRIN, those Egyptian Eyes that madden or thingy, ASKED WHY, when I ordered U a TAXI, "Lady I love U but THIS ain-t IT?" And U giggled all the way to the Taxi kerb-side and PACO, the driver, said: "Dave!!! Not again!?"

IT WASN-T the frickin Trident, or a symbol of Minerva, Jupiter, or the MOON: those GIGS U fever-over, sweat dogs, or SCREAM, "Babee? I-m just a LOON, that BIRD, that thing,,..in THIS case, too OLD to swoon, my Credit Cards R busted?"....In Spanish?...One Night in Cancun? And just WHO believes U when U say: "Yo! Call me Tomorrow."

It wasn-tthe trident of lightning, the DEVIL in the Sky...Go fill in the BLANK of your Midnight Eye.

c.davedelacroix. Corozal, Belize. March, 21.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No. 4: The Mangrove.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix. In Belize, No.4: The Mangrove.

DOWNSTAIRS they got Malaria, UPstairs I got a Sea Breeze, downstairs the Bugs R biting, UPstairs, some times a Sneeze; downstairs they got a quarrel, Upstairs Mister Lonely-Ville, fixing Coffee, a Curry, or a Cocktail or going Nuts... over U?

Downstairs they're MAKING PLANS like the Plans they should have done? Upstairs the Same-Old-Shit, the age-old GAME, lost before it was won? Downstairs? A flying saucepan!? UPstairs, commiserations, DOWNSTAIRS platitudes whilst Strangers passing by wonder just WHO was who?

DOWNSTAIRS in THEIR Cabana they hear Tropic winds zip by thru bending Palms trees, telegraph wires, a BELIZEAN-Mangrove of desire? Upstairs, a Laptop Light fails to attract the nighttime bugs that scatter in lieu of an approaching Hurricane.

c.davedelacroix, the Ides of March, Bayshore Drive, Corozal, Belize.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, OUR MAN in Europe, IN BELIZE, No. 3: "The Selfie!"

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.3: "The Selfie!"

IT_S ALWAYS TOUGH IF U R IN CHICAGO, Sicily or BELIZE? It-s always TOUGH if U R in some dumb ass U.K. Manchester, KILBORN, Western-Supa-Mare, some PISS-ASS CLASS-DISTINCTION/suck mah-dick SEMI-DETACHED, yrrrrrrhhhh: GIG!!!?....Eton, Oxford, Yale, Harvard, Aston High-Secondary Modern High School?...Yorkshire/West  Riding.

It-s always TOUGH to decide: Red Dress. Bullet Belt. Drainpipes. Pantalone-Swinging Flares? But then it-s NOT bout MONEY! We all dress like TRAMPS. It only COUNTS when there-s a GARDEN PARTY; chances ARE the HOSTS R losing their JEEVES & HAWKES underpantSA on the UK Wall Street.? A NO-BRAINER! The Family Retainers: Agatha Christie! Buried-DUDE!!!

HEY!!! I wanna move ON.  I doin-t have any Money!¬Give ME some MONEy! I wannA jET pLANE TO cHICAGO!!! i want! And a fRICKIN sELFIE!!! gIMMIE DAT? BABEE U DAH MANH!!!...

........THAT TEEN  Selfie that U snap-shot? Can U capture that quintissential kiss of my English-pewking-yesterday/SUMP=thing, a Selfie of U? U VEX me Manh!

C.DAVEDELACROIX, 2021. cOROZAL-bELIZE.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No. 2: The Road to Corozal.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No. 2: The Road to Corozal.

dedicato: Dr. Marc Nadeau.

Can I get a ride to Corozal? Can I get a ride with U? I sold all my Chillies-Mangoes by the roadside and then I thought of U? I thought of our Perfect Summer? I thought of our Paradise=Dream come true?

Ain-t U dat Bikini from 1989? Yup! Well I got OLDER too? We met before!

And I thought about the here-after when two Souls, once, then One became the Universal horizon, that gift of young love? Passions-fuel!?

Yet in  the HERE & NOW: Can I get a ride to Corozal in North Belize? I have Mangoes for Market? And Nobody knows just where I live? Yo!  Nobody knows US? Nobody knows just what we Know, as  nobody dreams for US or cares and WHY...should they, but as they drive on by.... we are fixated in their touristic stare? Pandemic-Selfies!...? The Doctor and Me?

2 freckled-wrinkled human roadside deposits that WERE once-were? Kids who once danced and  loved? Our LADIES, floral, who embue the Carrabean Song night sky, it-s JOY!

YO!!! Do U know the way to Corozal? Do U know it True? And does it mean as much to me as IT does to U... on the road to a town in Belize... called Corozal... where I first met my roadside Love selling Mangoes-Chillies and an open-heart?...

Can I get a ride to Corozal? Can I get a ride with U?...

C. dave delacroix, Corozal, Belize. Beware the Ides of MOMM.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix...IN BELIZE, No. 1: Smuggler-s Cove.

Our Man in Europe,  Dave Delacroix...IN BELIZE, No. 1: Smuggler-s Cove.

 Everybody STEALING MAH SHIT, my Gal, no biggie, my Chevy-good luck, my best Friend/I can afford to lose him/I owe him money, my LEGACY: S-what U GOT? 

Everybody-s STEALING what they DON-T GOT. Nobody-s GOT "Tomorrow". I know? I wrote Songs bout it. Tomorrow...thingy....never comes. Which is why whenever scumbags STEAL my Fire, my MICROPHONE or run Dave-s Gig off the Stage, all they R left with  is their Hell. Their lack of Genius for all the World to see?...It-s THEIR non-statement. Lasts one second. Beyond their Comp.! Yet they prevail; a dysfunction double helix of negative desire? DESIRE!!!

Everybody STEALING. NOBEL PRIZES, Top Jobs, POLOTICS, any SPOTLIGHT gig. And the Obvious question, why bother, for some extra money WHY spend your priceless "time/life" with THESE scumbags? Why go to Hollywood?...And I KNOW: U got responses! JEEZE! Why get UP on Stage? Why cross a Street?

Everybody-s  STEALING. Fish from the Sea. The Fruits of the Earth; sometimes it-s HARD to know whether U R the Thief or the Victim...or the White Stetson/Black one...in the B/W Cowboy movie; or the Italian/Spanish dude ...s-posed to be Navejo/Apache/Lakota...with feathers in his hair?  And last I heard ....U can ADD to this Missive? THIEVERY, like an body-appendix rots and roots in our EGO-S dynamic: in point, this BLOG.

c.2021, dave delacroix, corazol-Belixe.

Headin to Beach Kids. Lookin for the smug Cove.