Our FLAKE in Europe, dave Delacroix; "I STILL love Paris!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix": "I Still love Paris!"

How'd U wanna DIE!? A Micky-Fin? Pretty Poison? Lucrezia Borges-liquor? Or Lady Diana, Princess of Wales, probably WHACKED by the U.K. Powers- That -BE? (Gonna BIRTH some brown skin/Egyptian brat!?) Unproven but who's to say? Julius Caesar!!! 27 STABS, a cloak hides his last memento-tyranny, ARSENIC-laced wallpaper in Napoleon's last exile, St. Helana to hasten his demise. WHO KILLED CHARLIE PARKER!!!? Probably drug abuse. As for U & ME? Probably over exposure to the INTERNET. Alas History will not record. We coil & COIL in our own timeline like amateur Pythons a-hunger. Untraveled now. But I still love Paris where once WE didn't give a FRICK, quite spoiled & were Young?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix, /Song "Voulez-Vous & Sur le Seine" my songs on Utube.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, DAVE DELACROIX (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley-on Facebook): "Last Year in Marienbad."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Last Year in Marienbad."

...Last year in Marienbad where OUR kisses-sweet, when Lovers planned MURDER, succinct yet bleak? The Chateaux, the backdrop, we wore LOUIS X1V clothes, pissed in a bucket & stole someone's horse!

Last year in Marienbad GENIUS AROSE. That distilled THOUGHT, that Epiphany/The Postman, a Messenger always rings twice? The Marquis (husband/victim) now framed for rape/murder, a servant girl. Who would care?

Last year in Marienbad (le Marquis) he went stoically to the guillotine. We looked on, a casualty of the Revolution, a Marseillaise song. HEADS R Coconuts in the age of TERROR?

Last year in Marienbad in the Chateaux the marquise & I repose but we BICKER & BICKER, haunted, the destiny we have chosen. Our song is a GENIUS, DARKLING-GUILT, night=nightmares & FRIGHT! As night is Day and Days our Nights?

Last year in Marienbad how we SWEET repined.... Last year in Marienbad, so much in love never noticing the German (NAZI) death-trains to gas chambers trundling by in our very OWN Tomorrow's shadow. The Night is long that never finds the day. And old Sins historically cast long shadows

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix; "LOWRIDER!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize; "LOWRIDER!"

Lowrider? Dark is the night, a silhouette of a swirling Samauri, a black & SILVER, a silken kiss that defies comprehension yet kisses your face, your veil.

LOWRIDER, that Saint or Demon at your frigid door. A sword-swishing, an EVENT U cannot distill that awakens your Dreams into ever-disturbance. (Traffic cruises by.)

Lowrider. When U fumble for crumbles of LOGIC yet cannot explain. And all the King's soldiers & all the King's men ne'er can fix your transient world?

Lowrider. A haunting-mind trouble. The stuff nightmares are made of. That origami. A concept, a digestive-swallowed to usurp the best laid plans of Generals-in-battle, Wise Men & Fools & a certain Lady Macbeth? (Mind? U R not in any Movie!)

Lowrider. That hitch-hiking HIGHWAY without a ride? U hike to a lonesome Interstate Truck-Stop... Change for a coffee? Maybe some kind soul will buy U a piece of pie? The song playing on the Jukebox now perhaps, will haunt U forever.

c. Dave Delacroix.

Our FELLA in EUROPE/Lost Soul, Dave Delacroix: "A GRECO-HIROSHINA!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "An Ancient GREECE-HIROSHIMA!"

OH! -the HORROR!!! -with your arms & legs, twisted, your invisible/VISIBLE "Skeletoni" (It's Italian,), your intimate X-RAY consumed, EXHUMED in the fashionable latest archeological DIG?

A BEAD-NECKLACE, YOUR BRACELET, YOUR hood IN THE WIND-SWEPT Afghan ruin, not a glimpse of joy, that last kiss before - mano-e-mano - bloodied, U, your family slain at your door?

OLIANIS, blood on the pots, KESHA, in the oven, Lycia, ravaged aftermath, a volcano to hide the crime then usurped by "Alieanani", the SEA-PEOPLES who history dissects our sanctity pending a Trattoria of Thought: "conVino sans panini?"

Do U LIKE, like Mio, I SURE Like U-like Me? I was (like) walking down (like) down Melrose-L.A.. It was (like) a California day? And I (like) felt groovy? I wasn't sure if U saw me there. But (like) I saw a TWINKLE (like) in your Eye? A furnace in the sky.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "COCO!!!"

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

"COCO!"

"Here comes a candle to light U to bed. Here comes a Chopper to chop off your head!"

COCO, Coco-CHANEL, copasetic, /capisce!? Stravinsky warned Prokofiev: "Russia EATS its sons?" Everybody KNOWS, like a secret handshake it doesn't matter WHERE U R from. It only matters where U R! A COSSACKS charge into history's delirium? YOUTH can vanish in an instant! And a Song or 2 might burnish the blow of the things we never wish to know whistle Coco-Chanel's scent allows WE to think of happier Times?

"Here comes a Candle to light U to bed. Yet here comes a Chopper to chop off your head."

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "3 SPHINX till Tomorrow!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: :3 SPHINX till Tomorrow."

1)  That late hour SWIM in a Pool or a calming-moonlight sea, that intrinsic reflection never fixtured in its anticipation, a subjection Un heard, a Chorus yet conceived to drive away hunger, desire or greed now saturates the Mind...of Treasure, Spanish Galleons, full sail upon Life's seven seas as every grain of sand upon an exotic shore, that idyllic beach & Tomorrows possibilities. That late hour swim. That Song of U & We.

2)   ...The night was still. THUNDER, yet far-off? No lightning, no "spooky-whoo!"? Yup. The night was whatever. Birds-silent. The CATS had gone to ground; Scorpions too. The night, before the storm. Palm fronds-LANK, no breeze. The Carribean Sea. That's when WE old, exiled Pirates think of home & the Gals we left behind.

3)   What PARDON can redeem your GIG? -3 Banshees/Scottish Play on a KOP to Curse/Huzzah! Do SINS - though they cast long shadows, do they ever forgive and WHO'S to tell your tale, some IAGO!? Lonesome the "Adventurer" now marooned upon Treasure Island surrounded by GOLD but no place to spend.

(I always ask people: Do U know the way to Rivergaro or San Jose?) HAMLET had the same problem.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/ Now-BELIZE!; "Don't get STUPID when U GO DOWN."

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delcroix: :" When U GO DOWN!"

.... DON'T GET STUPID when U GO DOWN, the Grim-Reaper wants your Crown, your Stories-told, your Loves R history, Sinful OR Saint, your tapestry.

Don't get FRAGILE in your 12th hour. A Confessor, likely NO-GOOD, that mythical desire; a WILL to your Kids, a Song of desire that awash-sweeps the beach of Tomorrow? 

OR a voyage to an ISLE, ne-er knew any SORROW where UN-tainted love buttoned your waistcoat? Yet COURAGE stood U in good stead. ("AYE-CARAMBA!!!")

DON'T get STUPID in your final Hour. Don't WAIL, no use wailing. No good PRAYING: lord knows U never did. Novella "happy endings", in the aftermath, UPSTAIRS, we settin-up, a Whisky in the Jar!

 For when U come down. And the writhing of Un-certainty, the Life U have lived! DRESS-NICE! Gonna have a party! Chances R U-will be fine.

c,2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize; Dave delacroix: "We Carve their Names with Pride."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "We Carve their Names with Pride."

...The HISTORY BOOKS sing of battles & Kings, WITCHBURNERS, Ladies of Medicine, Knowledge, Intuition, Intelligence V. Superstition-Religio, the first Doctors? Their names, in sorrow, carve the SPIRIT with Pride. 

Heroines OR Martyrs, Joan of Arc, for their Life's deeds? WE sing of LADIES-FORGOTTEN! Their sacrifice, their MEMORY. We sadly "AVE!" for their lives.

We SING/HUZZAR! for the French Jewish girls, rounded-UP, ushered into train rail cars, then MARCHED by NAZIS-German-uniformed "farm boys" into an ACID-SHOWER-GAS-CHAMBER but - in CHORUS! -singing "Le Marseillaise!" Defiant in their fate!

We carve their HONOR, and ne-er FORGET with Pride.

c.2025, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix; "OTHELO!" (smokey-Bacon)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix: "OTHELLO/Smokey-Bacon!"

WHO's the DEVIL, who's the SCOURGE, who, that ORIENT DRAGON, that's tongue lips your skin? Who's the IAGO, the JUDAS-close that nestles in a pit of vipers? And if it's someplace close, a faithful "Amis", yet paranoia-EXPANDS-proportiate like an inner virus, a Traitor in your mist, a fog which U cannot kiss? 

Who's your silent NEMISIS, that un-seen GLANCE from a crowd, that yellow-jacket-jealousy somehow U aroused, a lack of intuition-far from the madding crowd, the one U cannot identify: "J'Accuse!" Days end? 

Poorer U. SMOKEY-BACON. What to do. Dresses & trinkets have no prize. And LOVE, perhaps, seriously Jaded, waves faintly from a prairie Cowboy's morning fireside where a thin line of smoke only rises into a pale Iago sky? SMOKEY BACON. WotchagonnaDO?

c.davedelacroix,

Our LAD/SPY? in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "THE GODZ!!!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "GOD!!!"

(dedicato: Elissa Guffre)

BLOODY GOD, the Gods, Roman, Greek, Persian, Inca, Mayan, bloody Budda, Abraham, the ICONS who drive we IDIOTS to Peace Or War, the "JU-JU" -Men, Priests, Rabbis, Imans, Orthodox-whatever EVER-READY, a Cultural-Societal internal BATTERIES - as long as their OWN feet don't get wet? -always on hand  to accelerate OUR oblivion & Hollywood, to feed a sugar to help the Medicine go down?

BLOODY GOD (Concept)! Last seen on a "Missing Children's" MILK CARTON sanctified with extra Vitamin "D"? Pour it over your Cornflakes-breakfast for all the good it will do? Or reach for the SKY, heaven knows, beats bowing to a carbon-based ICON, a stone, a crucifix, the one INDOCTRANATE as a Child, your elders imputed/brain-washed?

BLOODY GOD!!! That concept, that mental VACUUM, FAITH? -that culturally usurps Education, SCIENCE, LOGIC and for all the days for U remain.

I AM no-one. Neither R WE. But Whisky-galore? We'll enjoy some glee.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. I TOO have no answers.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Forgotten SEA SHANTY."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Forgotten SEA SHANTY."

Sampans, CLIPPERS, Galleons, we drank & drank, small table manners, WE forlorn SONS, a Sailors life, a "Castrones-Jinx", a crew-beware, a ship-of-WAR with 16 guns, a respected Captain, scared & bruised who would protect U from the SPIGGOT or the hanging tree?

We DRINK & Drink for evermore. The cats & Dogs-aboard do whine & ROAR within our camouflage, the Ship's "doctor" with his SAW & AXE just sometimes MIGHT save a limb or 2, or a BIBLE-handy, to save our Souls?

WE DRINK & drink, a "Privateer", cutlass & pistol, we cost 'EM dear, the PRIZE? It was all. A ZEAL without fear? A surrender or die? (Just give us the god dam money!?)

We drank our OCEAN circumnavigation/a lifetime, from the Indies to Portsmouth Sound; the Life we gave is History. Now LORE! In the end, many died, many drowned for their dreams, and a pitiful FEW came finally ashore. Port harbors, Plymouth, Honfleur, Singapore-etc., echoes resonate in portside taverns? Welsh, Scottish, Mandarin?

We drank & drank. Sailed the Seven Seas. As WE- Full circle, THE GLOBE! As for the Parson with his Clergy. The Clerk with his feathered-Pen. The "WHIGGIE" in Parliament" spouting his OATH, the Wanna-Be-Poet in his Designer Garret/Japanese Prints on exposed brick walls, the Philosopher in the Palazzo or University-Halls? 

We drank & drank. And WE sailed the SEVEN SEAS.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix..

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (Lord Borgo!): "The Naked Planet."

 Our Man n Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Naked Planet."

...There are 4 billion (& counting) STORIES on the Naked Planet...SHE lived, LOVED & died, HE-too, lived, LOVED & died. Yet their story, ne-er to be told, the passion, their hopes & dreams, their first kiss, their needs, perhaps a remembered-singular vacation when Paradise-actualized, then TEARS; who weeps for the Forgotten, station high or low (Was there a child!?), or Time's War & Peace, was there an enforced separation, a  brutal SACRIFICE, a psyche-rendered-rendezvous or a SONG to suffice, or a commemorate-BLUES? And regrets to smolder in a broken heart's furnace, how did they Soldier for as they aged, a darkling eye to sanctify. Forgotten tears for a forlorn heart?

There are 4 billion stories on the Naked Planet. It might be Yours, maybe Mine too? THIS has been one of them.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

Our MAN in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: Out of the Grave in which we lay.

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: Out of the Grave in which we lay.

....A PLATE OF Spaghetti Bolognese/CHIANTI-Classico, maybe a BAROLO, or a General Tao soup with Rice Wine, will ACTIVATE!? 

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Timbral sounds on a foggy night; The Romantics, the LECHERS, the VAMPIRES (always 1 or 2) & the Old Virgins/Cougars looking for a free lunch"

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A FLASH in a morning's MIRROR of just who U R, a period of "NEEDY", no crime we have known. Brows-furrow & smiles-smirk?

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Dance in A-MAYO, a dance thru the night, a dance on Lifes "round-a-bout" a signal OF a real-life, a dance of your desperation, a JOY & and our living dissipation?

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Plate of Yorkshire-PUF, a plate of Irish-Stew. A Scottish Bagpipes echoes through the Glen; alas: There's a BUTTON in your Solar-Plexus...But we never press it.

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN n Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. Davd Michael Oxley...on Facebook): "Quartet Rive-Gauche/RIFIFI!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Quartet Rive-Gauche-RIFIFI!"

1)..."Monsieur, Ces't Moi, le Dermatologist U have consulted; I can confirm your fingerprints/Skin-flakes R ALL over the Credit Lyonnaise' Bank Safe combination lock?  Les "Maigret's HAVE consulted me? CUT ME IN for 10% or I'll shop U to the "Maigret's"?

2)... "Chewing Gum for the Mind."

It's always tough languishing in a sad-Montmartre Hotel. I got to know "FIFI" once but, she gossips, then I got to work for "Maigret"! ( BENT-Cop!) But CIMI there's always ONE of the CREW who'll sell U out, the Bank job, the Kidnapping, who'll spill the beans to save his skin?

3)....Full MOON Still!

Smoking GITANNES drinking Calvados, card playing, POKER, dead man's hand, fortune IS a Woman-alas; desperate, or U who can DREAM of a perfect suicide? Or eternities VAULT to which U can barely, morally intrude?

4).... Reality!

(Grocery list:) Beer/Whisky, Spuds/Celery, Canes for plants, Paint for my box-appmt, CAT FOOD, ATM for - money - Phone....Before they ARREST ME!?

c.2025, dave Delacroix. Tra-La-la.

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

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize (place near Mexico): "The Candle."

R. U. WORTH the Candle? That Shakespearean-IDIOT'S tale? (Hamlet. NOBODY'S called Hamlet these days?)  R. U. devout TO your own Soul? Do U. "Kabuki" (Japanese-Theatre) sword fight, do battle with your CONSCIENCE to the left or TO the right, is it courage or folly that drives U. ON -conveyed by a luxury yacht or an ever-circling Caracol in-sight of Treasure Island? R.U. WORTH the Candle...before it expires?

(VACUUM!)

The turmoil, URGENCE bubbles above & below; chaos or harmony, war & peace. A pretty dance we lead as the Candle dissolves.

c.2035. Aug. Corozal-Belize, Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa. (2.11 a.m./gettin low on Whisky!)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "The Black Mirror."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix, "The Black Mirror."

...MIRROR-MIRROR on the WALL just WHO is the fairest of them All? I ask U in confidence, ZIPPO-LIPS, if U spill the Beans your Wings R clipped!

 Mirror-Mirror on the wall, talk "cold-turkey" or ya GO to an antique junk yard!'

My LADY-BLACK QUEEN I will answer U true, it's true, i have always had my suspicions, relative your "altruism", the stone falling from the Palace Tower, the funny-tasting split-Pea Soup, the weird Minestrone, the Mulligatawny served frigid? 

And the boiling SALAD accented with Garlic/Arsenic?

And the EMPORER with a tummy-ache? He might recover.

MIRROR-MIRROR on the WALL I am, here-in .... the fairest of them All? Standby. I'm on another Call" (A cargo of Cosmetics Arriba!)  "I'll get BACK to U!"

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Swimming-Pool!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Swimming Pool!"

WE DIVE into the SWIMMING POOL, a David Hockney-BIGGER-SPLASH!... with all our JOYS & all our REGRETS. We remember past loves, past great "imagio" as the icy-chilly waters skim our bodies, sometimes our Souls? We DIVE to remember, we dive to forget, we dive to wash away our Virtues & Sins. We DIVE as a retribution, a "flagellation-sans whipping", we dive, away from the Black Death, the PLAGUE of which we HAVE - a-feared-possibly - inherited? We DIVE for JOY, that we still R free or R somehow CLEAN from the Past? We DIVE thank God, that WE can still Dive! Outside of Guilty, Innocence, Greed, Demand, into the POOL as Tomorrow commands. SPLISH-SPLASH!? ...Where's "John the Baptist" when U need him!?....(Answer:) On Public Radio in the USA's Southern States/EVANGELISTS RADIO-TV, money-grubbers abound! A Zillion $$$$$s fools Swimming Pool!

"C'mon Sister! Let that $100 bill slip out of your hands? Give it to JESUS!?"Credit Card Number?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a, Davis Michael Oxley on Facebook): "Seven Samauri!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix,: Seven Samauri!"

...DO YOU REMEMBER ya MOMMAS' SCENT, the swish of her frock, her KITCHEN, the smell, her hustle & bustle, the Chow-Mein, RICE!!!... those beans & Rice, Tabasco, those bacon & eggs-buttered, Toast on the side OR steaming PORIDGE, a Scottish "morr", or a hot Kubaska, fresh bread evermore or hot-dumpling/meat gravy, back from school or toil, your hunger-craving, the SCENT of Onions, Ginger & Garlic?

DO U REMEMBER your 1st heart string, your GLADNESS, a sexual awakening, she FOLLOWED U? Sweet Juanita, Sally, BABUSKA, or that INVISBLE young lady now a Waitress in Shang-Hai? .... HER HEART TOO, now a memory, a MOMMAS' KITCHEN not to be denied of Love, she still recalls your love?

Yet like a future Love, I gota go tomorrow to the BANK's Cash-machine. Cash available? Probably not! And merciless, the SEVEN SAMAURI appear on the horizon to compound our sad-ass Souls! Do I lay in my OWN ashes or find that Young Lady again?...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: REQUIEM/FAURE.

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: Requiem-Faure!

...I have it on good authority (Policeman's report: "Has I was proceeding down Perfume-Ever-Lasting-Street in Kowloon/Hong-Kong" that G. FAURE (Composer?) I heard had actually emigrated to France. His Police Dosier says he was half Turkish/half Cantonese, an American SPY (Aren't they all?) and had a premonition that IN PARIS he had every chance of being assassinated by the Soviet's K.G.B (so many R), but prior to his demise he self-composed this REQUIEM? This of course was back in the 1800's. It's HARD to know what kind of Anarchist/Patriot he WAS other than scrutinizing his foregone Requiem, which is ON Utube, paying attention to the aria: Libero Mi, (I wanna be free & just dance!?) which might also be a suicide note?

Gabriel Faure's Opus 48 Complete/best recording! -on utube. A Crimebuster's fave suicide note!

(after thought/need to go shopping?)

SPUDS/Celery

Sodas

VODKA/Milk

Spaghetti & Sauce

GLAD bags!

OK. That's IT!

c.2025, dave delacroix.

Our Man EUROPE/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The ALLUVIAN!"

 

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

(dedicato: Sarah B. Solo.)

....IN THE ALLUVIAN (changing-chemistry) evening .....my prospect, thinking of U? Lost Loves, NEW FOUND Loves, this Life-EVER drives us to wear new Shoes?

 Plimsouls', Converse, Sandals, Oxfords, Brogues, FILP-Flops, and IN "apres" LOVE just WHERE DO these SHOES all go!?...

Along with the Zippos, the cheap earrings, lipstick-giz, a  mountain of failed Mascara-tubes, shorties, panties, old-kimonos, TU-TU's worn out, bloody "Dicky-bows", TUXEDOES, and that forgotten Song still in your head?

In the Alluvium  (changing-whoosit) of a MOMENT an intrinsic-smile, when U brush that heat from out your face, yet U stare your friends beguile who see your inner moment but not sure just what it means, a SEA inside your TEMPEST, if only, actually, they could see? 

c. dave delacroix. August. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): ""The BLUE ROOM."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, "The Blue Room."

...IN the BLUE ROOM,  she says, "Do U mind if I don't take off my Silk stockings?" A ROOM, a dream. I shook a weary head.

 A Blue Room, in L'Hotel, in CASIS, 20km from Marseilles, "Bouillabaisse"" on-tap? (I wrote about this in my 1st. Novel: "ROMAN HOLIDAY"/Google? Copy around someplace.). She wanted money of course. Everybody's need, but WE, (Silk-whoosits & MIO) this night,  never got it ON as FRENCH Hotels, their chambers/rooms  have "paper-thin" WALLS? So SHE & I drank good local Vino, smoked some "Dobie" played :SNAP!" & and laughed both our ASSES off listening to the amorous debacle going ON on either side of our Chamber!...Then, we being a tad in our CUPS started vocally-imitating our Hotel neighbor's "Sexual Soundtrack"?... (A Double=Album on ONE side?): "Daddy-DADDY!, and "WHIP my Bateau!?"

Checking OUT of the BLUE ROOM, the L'Hotel, the next morning, "Silk-Stockings" ($50 n change) having departed pre-dawn?... I got some HARD STARES from the Hotel's fellow Guest, Cafe-Petite Déjeuner, sipping/nibbling anger-flushed, lounging in the Reception. I kept my OWN voice to a Checkout-whisper!

Weeks later I DID send a Postcard (mid-90s) to the Hotel-Concierge requesting the same Hotel Room for the next BOULE Tournament!....OH! Did I not mention? CASIS has a Boule Festival. From your private Plaza Square hotel-balcony U can enjoy Champion BOULE players compete? And in ROOMS adjacent (d"dans les Hotel Chambres") U can HEAR Balls Click!? My favorite is the BLUE ROOM.

CLACKETY-CLACK!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix

Our Manin Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Feng-Swei!!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Feng-Swei!"

..."Feng-Swei" (cool karma) too late? A Lover's dagger in YOU? Or HER!? Bloodied ,  too late, UN-established, an epitaph, a MESSIAH-concerto,, a SAMOURI-blade  in a "Kabuki" face!? A Shakespeare sonnet about the  Love-U denounce; who knows where that Eastern wind blows...across your Liver?...A cold kiss, yet still hearts R brave? And She?

A "Feng-Swei",  the guilt, perhaps her CURSE? A latent KHARMA, an epitaph, a Messiah-REQUIEM-concerto for your Passing? A Sampan (boat-thingy) to the OTHER-side, coins placed upon your eyes, (ancient GREECE) a serenity for U but the Ferryman's price?

FENG SWEI too late, a Confucius lament, some SONG half-remembered, a postscript to Fate. As new CHILDREN re-build for a new FENG-SWEI, THEIR Tomorrow? And that wicked wind, Cloud-Cumulus Sciroccos, THAT SONG! Yours? Or someone U knew? Did U make her Happy? Or did U make her BLU?

FENG=SWEI,  around & around, that Song of Songs that U have found; regrets R worthless but lessons learned, Philosophy or drunkenness-always an options? Circle & Circle as we MUST & DO; your "Feng-Swei" never going to let go of U....

c.2025. DaveDelacroix. (Mandarin: :Sher-Sher!)

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

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

...As MOST aficionados of THIS BLOG realize, I secretly work for SPECTRE, James Bond's NEMISSIS (Devil ORB. Com)...Always tough wearing a "hoodie" in Rome in August? Stalking that Tuxedo Fricking-Smoothie-Dude with apparently too much money? And trying to "knock him OFF," James B. with shoe-needles (Lotte Lenya), ODD-JOB's and various poisons? So far probably due to John Barry's wicked Soundtracks J.B. prevails? Uncanny! Am thinking of sleeping-WITH/turning Miss Moneypenny to plant an explosive in J.B's Trilby? Suggestions? Machetes "avec" Roulette, somehow seem out of style.

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a on Facebook, David Michael Oxley): "All thru da Night!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "All thru da Night!"

...All thru the night in the MIND'S eye an arrow targets a bullseye, our Soul, bespoke no doubt in its pretensions & secret anonymity, a cloak & dagger melodrama yet with no clues, a Jack the Ripper who came & went, an America-undiscovered? 

All thru the night, a "V" for Vengeance that never quite made it: All thru the Night, the story of me & U. "WHO? (Rilke) "In the order of Angels?"...can now hear our screams?... As a new dawn arrives to belittle our insignificance, an old song, OUR SONG, on the radio to wipe away Life's tears?

(Where's the bloody Whisky!!!)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Old Friends."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Old Friends."

Searching for a TUNE that leads U to da Blues, goes around and round, no direction, something UN-found, a spark in the dark, a ring of a distant bell, a memory that reminds U of Hell, not forgotten, that haunts all your yesterdays, Postcards arriving like ghosts instead of sorry-assed E-mails? How's the Times a 'changing? The water getting too high when U face your LIFE'S great dance & look it in the EYE?

Jokes abound of course. All rivers flow to the sea. Break out the playing cards/a bottle of Vino. Let's BE how we used to be. Being COOL is not requisite, but WE old friends can shuffle-along?

"HEY!!! GOD DAMMIT! U played that Ace of Spades TWICE!!!" (lol).

c. 2025, dave delacroix.

OUR LAD in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Where GONE my Moon?"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Where gone my Moon?"

...Where gone my Moon, where gone my love, to New York City? Where gone Life's ORIGAMI, my heart, now I, a LORD JIM, to Shang-Hai, Hong-Kong or some doomed Yangtse river lullaby that I cannot fathom?

DO YOU know the way to San Jose? Let me know when U find it, post it on a napkin, spit on it/stick it to your kitchen wall for then WHERE to BOW or feel sorrow, a "9-11" to my Soul.

Where gone my Moon? Where goes LOVE, an Elephant's Walk, a sanctuary of Soul that outsides OUR dimension, a ROAR from the Goal!

c.2025. Dave the Rave.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Love's Scream!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, "Love's SCREAM!"

So SLEEP, perchance to DWEEM, perchance to SCREAM, an Edvard MUNCH epiphany, that wrestled-thought, OILED, gripping, lunging, crowd-roaring, Gladiatorial, Death or Victory? A FUCK YOU for your mindless-INFINITY, where, possibly, U belong?

So SLEEP, your WOES, your Victories, your conquests, your "fashions", your insecticides that banished socialite-Un-worthies? Who but GOD cares for your SOUL? Who covets, the Devils within U roils? And as for your dressmaker, your chaperone, that KISS; a Taxi to the OPERA, an aria in the mist?

So SLEEP, I must make an appointment. A rendezvous. I must SLASH my wrists, paint blood on Church-walls. A RIVER in which to drown, a furnace in which to burn. A life LIVED without Love stumbles into anonymity, invisible; so best sleep, those who can. Love's SCREAM, inaudible, for now from ear to ear.

c.davedelacroix