Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "To Kill a Woodpecker!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "To Kill a Woodpecker!"

(Après, To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee.)

"To Kill a Woodpecker."

...TO KILL A WOODPECKER (PUNK-ROCK BIRDIE!) IT TAKES Bureaucrats, Tax-collectors, Airport-Immigration-Nazis, maybe your - Time-keeping - BOSS in your job who prods/chips away at your DIGNITY like "Kleine" Austrian Corporals, Adolf Hitler; give Em half a chance, like a spider emerging from some dark corner who R apt to devour or order: "Quit drinking/polish your Franz Kafka shoes! Make SENSE of all your Blues!!!"

But I got nuttin' to worry about - in "The Castle" or "On Trial!" - which, strangely disturbs me. I got no gold-digging Babee hoping for a wedding ring. Somehow, I gotta KEY to the CITY in everyone's eye! Maybe it's (AHAH!) the money!? -That Hollywood envy, that 1,000 yard - "hello-goodbye" -stare; a PLAYER! A dude who no longer NEEDS to be there!

I got a "Moon over Sunset" (Boulevard), a kind-a meandering/winding freeway that billboard-backdrops your stepping-stone illusions of Fame OR a girl & boy in a famous poise, a symmetry, yet still out of reach, underground? -I ZIG-ZAG/WE ZIG-ZAG un-knowing. It's a perchance, a style that WE have. Witnesses, always fallible! Was he wearing Plaid or Blue? F. Scott Fitzgerald noted Success/Fame is an opiate/absolute greed; Hollywood is over-loaded with "Has-beens", that Hotel California, cliches just bleed!

I got nuttin' to worry about. It really OUGHT to piss me off! For ONCE I got NO money worries which, quite candidly, makes me laugh! Yet, RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!...I still peck at the Tree that gave me Life. As for the Mockingbird, the COCK'S CROW at dawn, the Typewriter drill of a Woodpecker, Nature's witness-observance of our Human Folly is unlikely to go away as freedom from necessity spirals into a Mind's unfathomed labyrinth...A Life spent. A Life wasted. The night is long that never finds the day.

"RAT-ATAT-TAT-TAT!!!"

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mad Dogs & Englishmen."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mad Dogs & Englishmen."

...THERE'S A CONCEPT IN MAH POCKET; there's an IDEA in my MAH HEAD? -The kind of, a "nature" that leads to true love or death? There's a Wish upon a Star, a memory that hasn't warped U too estranged -a benevolent smile so far, an altruistic/intelligent mental gyro?

There's a journey U completed, a high wind to Jamaica, destiny-Un-fathomed, a labyrinth of Sinew tangled up like wire that complexes our Reason, lost in an Islam Minaret's Cultish call to prayer - 5 times per day -; church bells ring pretty much sing the same song for fools & horse on par with Mad Dogs & Englishmen who - in tropic-climes - go out in the Mid-Day sun.

And all DEM GREEK GODS/GODDESSES who dally in the Mystic heavens R/will NOT be satisfied on NO account sympathize for this Earthly love which - singularly -U have found? Let the GODS/Prophets fight amongst themselves, turn off your Hi-tech-media, let us prevail FAR from the madding crowd? (Silence is Golden?)

There's a MINDE, a pocket full of miracles, a scattering of Diamonds in your head in that - always daunting - terrifying though lonely realm, that EDEN U have courageously discovered, full-knowing, to be sure: Earthy-LOVE can bravely stand its ground.

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

...YOU DIED WHEN U WERE YOUNG, re-incarnated as U got OLD. Your valiant, those symbols of your Youth like trophies (GUITARS?) hung, gathering dust upon your bedroom walls...

... U disappeared when Love was strong, broken hearts U left behind IN SEARCH: El Dorado, a "Treasure Isle", navigation-confounded, a GIG no-one can Dice?

U DIED when U were Young, most folks DO & in-between U just GOT OLD, a Story, Regrets, nor confess to?

BEER: $54 (Crate)

VODKA: $39,

BUTTER: $10,00.

EGGS: $3.00.

Ans SO your Story's is told!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "UN-CUT DIAMONDS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "UN-CUT DIAMONDS!"

(dedicato: Reese Muuligan.)

"Un-cut Diamonds."

...Un-cut Diamonds, un-cut diamonds; your friends maybe now long since dead & gone? The thieves within your Friend-Soul's groove which in your BOOGALOO U cannot but, in memory, cherish, somehow for ever more? (No one considers themselves a FOOL, but your Altruism - a Genetic tool? - keeps your Pride intact?) Friends-Friends! 2 Years at most? Most friends die or give up the ghost! The ones who owe U money even sooner!

They came & went, a shoulder to cry on, their couch to crash on, a needy loan, a Buddy U could rely on? Their desperate, lonely sense of survival; may be U brought them joy, leastways, something U could offer them back? A GIG, a night on the town. Or an insight into whatever it was that made them feel like Outsiders? (Money in Youth is always tight!)

UN-CUT Diamonds who sparkle, DAZZLE your progress, your love of youthful life making every new day feel like FOREVER or at least something U ORIGINATED...till the money went South? (Penury. A Conquistador's epiphany: EL DORADO! Ponce de Lyons Fountain of Youth does not exist!?) WHO QUARRIES the mind for Life's splendors? That BORN-WITH or HOLLYWOOD LOTTO kiss? Still, LOVE makes dancing fools of us all.

Un-cut diamonds: Friendships, brotherhoods, cliques or Clans, those PERCIEVED Kings/Queens advancing without a Plan where-in U FOLLOW: "For England & ST. GEORGE!" (Just WHO WAS St. George?) -to faithfully follow into battle/Life's adversities, faithful yet blindly without knowing? There's a DIAMOND in everyone's head, but mostly it's sleeping, UN-CUT but awaiting that Day - Boys & Girls! -when it's Yours... (And YES!!! Meantime? It's COOL to get CRAZY!).

Un-cut diamonds. Like worthless pebbles on the seashore. Issac Newton (Gravity Dude) noted it's where we ARE and BEYOND there so much to live for, so MUCH to learn & in a "nutshell" there is FOR US - Get ya Boots on! - so much more!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Ex-Mombasa-Kenya/Africa/Dave Delacroix: "MALAIKA!" (Angel)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Ex-Mombasa-Kenya/Africa/Dave Delacroix: "Malaika!" (Angel.)

(This famous Kenyan Song I barbarously but lovingly translate for ALL our noble East African friends. ...Kenyan SWAHILLI language as HERE in Belize, the CREOLE language does not readily translate into English, nor retro perfecto! This/MY BLOG is famous for abusing PROPER ENGLISH - my fellow BRITS/Carrots stuck up their Upper-Class-Orientated-Systemic Literary ASS, I can only commiserate with for their ANAL evolutionary-prevailing Non-Lingua-Vision! "Alas poor Yorick!" -Dannish Bacon?)

"Malaika!" (Angel.).

..."Malaika (Angel), MakUpenda, Malaika! Malaika, makupenda Malaika! Angel, I love U, I would MARRY U? "Ningekuoa-dadda!" I would marry U. Not deterred by your lack of Fortune? I would marry U.

...Money... is troubling my Soul and I, your young Lover, what can I do? But not dismayed by lack of fortune I would marry U: Malaika! Makupenda Malaika.

Little Bird? I dream of U. Little bird and I, your young lover, what can I do? But not defeated by lack of Fortune, I would marry U any way, my Malaika. Oh, my love my Malaika, makupenda-Malaika!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

(après maestro John Barry's "James Bond" movie soundtrack: "Goldfinger".)

"GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

...GOLD-BLINGER! (WHA-WHA-BOOM!) He's dat CAT who don't give a damn 'bout U?...His Bling is COLD!

 GOLD-BLINGER! (WHA-WHA-BOOM!) -Who'll eat Caviar, or drink Champagne out of your high heel shoes...& never pay the Bill? He got NO Soul!

 -GOLD-BLINGER (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) -will sign your personal cheques & then scat faraway to groovy-groovy groove? DIS CAT is Bold!

(WHA-WHA-WHA-WAH-BOOM!)

,,,HE may come across AS SO SMOOTH but when he's on the MOOCH, he's got a heart of BLING & your lonely heart is HIS Song? Pretty girls, his meat? Fast cars, Monte Carlo, Las Vegas ...& Pussy galore? -U get Left Mummified in his Bling!?

GOLD-BLINGER!!! (Wah-WAH-BOOM!!!) Playing roulette, expect to be bled, a sacrifice & it seems U R willing to lose? - just for a touch of his "Bling"? DAT'S his thing?

 Gold Blinger! Gold-Blinger! (WHA-WHA-WHA-BOOM!) -for a LIFE U once longed. Your song is your Song is your Song. Now lost: His BLING is COLD!!!

GOLD-BLINGER!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) GOLD BLINGER!!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) GOLD-BLINGER!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) ....just U.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

(dedicato: Anne-Marie Yaccbucci)

...MULLETS, ABSTINENCE & FOOT DANGLING never got anybody anywhere but R SURE to change your World. The MULLET (hairstyle) takes - from SKINHEAD - a good month to cultivate where-as FOOT-WHOOSITS, pretty much immediate! The obstinate quorum of ABSTINENCE? -Sometimes your promontory left leg spasmodically climbs - without warning - up atop your right-side desk drawer! The "Office Bottle", bottom left-hand drawer laps UP your addiction full knowing it'll win the War!

...Mullets, abstinence, foot dangling, twix the THREE, a choice never takes too long. "I am not in Love?" (Joan Armatrading song). Persuasion? U-BETCHA!!! S-why I'm goin' for a Mullet! -Making your Mark these days lasts only a nano-second, a fingernail of FAME away. "Did HE who (Wm. Blake Poem) make the Lamb make thee?" In a TYGER's EYE, the Mullet, maybe. Stripes? Certainly. But at THIS point in your, ahem! -Dynamic? No stars in your eyes. Hence, opting for a Mullet?

Mullets, etc., what SEAT upon your GIG must rest? AFRO, DREADLOCKS, MOHICKAN, Mr. SMOOTHIE & that's just for the folks who've got some forelocks left!? As for spasmodic Foot-Dangling attacks, making love with your Babe, don't get TOO erected - someone might get injured! - & as for Abstinence, that's always for some later day.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Death in the Afternoon."

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Death in the Afternoon."

...BURNT BRIDGES & BROKEN HEARTS we abuse our TIME in search of Fame or Glory! (U fell off a cliff? -Death by "Selfie!"?) Burnt bridges, broken hearts & now NO yesterdays, no one to help U, no EDEN where-to return. Worst STILL, no "Besties!" (Actual Friends): Heartbreaking: The INTERNET ignores U!!! After 6 months FACEBOOK freezes your Page! (Black Arm-band Situ.) An ever-diminishing Mathematica, a Theroux's-Paradox to stamp upon your dead face: 4 X 4 =4 (?) Something like DAT. DEAD! It's of no concern of yours. A distant relative I.D.s your "I love ROCKY" forearm Tattoo in the morgue.

So! Arrivederci-Babee, no more Facebook birthday salutes? E-Mail debunked. Your Myspace/Twitter? Lost in the Cloud! The stuff of future Pscyber-space Archaeologist's IF it's OF INTEREST re. your ISSUES/your VIEWS/"Selfies" of U standing by the Eifel Tower? (Falling off a Cliff?) "Yup! Saw DAT coming!!!" A destiny/trajectory of a Life "goin' South". But don't (Ahem!) think in the "after-life" U can kick-start the FIRST "After-Life.com Blog." THAT hasn't happened yet. Don't think they got WI-FI up there/down there?

Still. Maybe SOMEONE - in REAL Life - along the way will remember/recognize the VALOUR it took to FORGE your way? But mostly, conveniently, U R swept away "a 'la" MEMORIES BROOM, your cohorts' R content to live their own quiet life & happily OFFLINE? But unlikely. SO many - OUT-WEBBED/Poverty-struck - WEB INFLUENCERS have now resorted to smuggling DRUGS! One, recently busted, sentenced to Hanging, big tits & all! (Bangkok-Boogie!) Aged 25. Was that YOU!?

Burnt bridges, broken hearts, no sigh of remorse; what drives this filament, a flickering light to its sticking post? A Cancerous Cell, yet ever ready to BLOAT: The Yorkist, King Richard III MURDERS boy Princes in the Tower; no Nightingale sang at HIS 11th hour. As for Yours?... Perhaps a tad "misdemeanor", comparatively? "JAY-WALKING! -The early years -News/Views & just how I coped?" will RIVET U into sleep! "Failed attempts at Shoplifting" yet another Blog/Influencer Baddaboom!? PURSE-NA-LY I'm considering a new Blog: "The ART of DOING NOTHING!"  Plenty of research involved of course. A work still in progress!

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing, the corner shop, the small-town high-street footfall attractions, singular Book outlets, Music shops/L.P. s! -some Cats kicking off their own Art Gallery, the Juggler/clown on the sidewalk, chased off by Cops: "ALLES VERBOTEN!" Not to mention AS a Mariachi/Busker/Street musician I owe decades of my LIFE to Public Street - now regularly prohibited - freedom? Cops/Inspectors (?), Street patrols ready to give U a Ticket/pocket your hard earnt Change? Baden-Baden, Augsburg in Germany come to mind? & in my early days, 1970s on the London Underground! No Prisoners! They'd bully/steal U blind!

...Yup! Sad Songs. No shortage. And burnt bridges, UN-forgiven, more-so, broken hearts & all division, the light & the dark BONFIRES your gloom, as death comes too soon for ALL the guilty of heart for death in the afternoon. For only TRUE LOVE will blossom under the moon & at the 11th hour it will tear We Sad-Saps Souls apart! -Like a brave Bull fighting Matador now bereft of "afficion"! The mirror-cracked, our earliest self-conscious reflection.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

(dedicato: Dan Randolph)

"Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

...PEOPLE R STRANGE WHEN U R a STRANGER, they skip to a dance U don't understand. People R strange, sometimes WICKED, not knowing the World they think they Command!

WHEN U R STRANGE! - A Los-Angelese basin full of HAS-BEENS & LOSERS? When U R Strange? Best U get OUT of that Hollywood rain! (SO, I DID!!)

People R BI-POLAR. Nuttin' wrong wiv' DAT! I am too. My Valet's the only one who knows how to tie my shoes. People get crazy when I RAGE at the Moon. Poor suckers, never to know, Bi-polar syndrome & enjoined with Dementia, alas mental CHAOS comes all too soon.

And AS the Cocaine-Special Flight flies above over my Corozal Villa en-route to Caye-Caulker/San Pedro to moist, excite Gringo tourist's nasal inner-tubes? Is this the place (Belize) where GRINGO train-wrecks need to come? A splendid example! SICK Christian Missionaries, ISLAMISTS subjecting INNOCENTS, Natives, to their imbecility: SIN!? Thy Name is Faith!!! (Beam me Up Scotty!)

...And People get SADLY, people get happy, a tropic Belizean paradise? Yet Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans w/frail consorts, Tee shirts & shorts, tread furtively thru sargasso stinking seaweed, only that sandy beach smile to semi-restore the Promise on where they've retreated, a Stranger's shore. As for the Word of GOD (?) - Prophets Up the WAZZEE! Quit preaching. Leave the INNOCENTS to their Culture & stick your diatribe into that dark place, look at your ASS, no G.P.S. required! (Happy Jesus-hour!)

People R Strange when U R a Stranger, they skip to a dance U don't understand. People R strange, sometimes wicked not knowing a World that they think THEY command. Whilst Space-Cadets, aging-Cougars & Harridans drain/circle into their inevitable sticking post. An Oubliette of insignificance, wrong or right in a Universe of indifference, WOTCHAGONNA-DO! when some solar METEORITE comes zoomin in on U!? (Let me guess? U say:) :"OH MAH GOD! OH MAH GOD!" Perhaps before IMPACT - U won't have a lot of time? YUP! U'll either start dancing the POGO, flailing your arms-about or get to feeling justifiably blue.

c.2026. Dave Delaccroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt."

(In Medieval times, most notably - in Renaissance paintings - the 1100s thru 1500s, SALT -"SALE" from ROMAN times was traded/Roman Soldiers in far flung provinces, Britain to Syria counted it SALARY/Soldier's PAY - along with Beer, Wine, ergo SALT was a currency, the possession OF -a status symbol & a pre-refrigeration food preservative hence its value. So! ABOVE the Salt at banquets, SEATED, U were somebody/Emperors/Kings/Nobility. BELOW the salt, hired hands, Condotierri/hired mercenaries or Palace/Castle lackies, courtly jesters/professional FOOLS/entertainers, lucky to get invited but BELOW the Salt U were seated! A Baron's Hounds or the Castle Cats would fight U for your Master's discarded pork-hock or Chicken wing!) 

 FY.I.: A 1960s UK band STEELEYE SPAN, music on Utube celebrate in Song this early class system/cultural, social distinction & prejudice... "Below the Salt." A fine folk-rock LP/CD recording!

"Below the Salt." (Nothing's changed!)

...IF IT DON'T RAIN & THE CREEK DON'T RISE or the Cow jumped over da Moon? If your DEVIL don't shine or U don't get lost in the Wine, in "Vino-Veritas" (Splurge the truth?) & say: "I... love... U? AND, if it comes to THAT, DO WE in fact opt to eat the Lean yet happily WALLOW in the Fat; just whose Song R we singing in the end? A Chanson by French Poet Francois Villon: "Ou's sans les Neige d'antan?" Or, roughly translated: "Who da frick moved mah CHEESE!!!"

...BUURRRRT...IF it DON'T rain (stay with me) & DA CREEK don't rise nor the Cow, jumping over the Moon, at a courtly banquet, that distinct pecking order, BELOW the Salt, still finds us there-in enthroned! A fate of fates for ALL must wait, R.S.V.P., as in Life, sometimes "below the Salt" is required. Whilst in Paintings, on Tapestries a Minstrel in the gallery U can well guess probably captures the hour? ("It's LOL been a hard day's night!) Chinese/Curry take-a-ways yet still to be invented? (Dickensian FAGEN: "SHADDUP KIDS & DRINK YA GIN!") Satire-cynicism always lurks in the Well of a decent Broth?

 ...Funny HOW that works? Below the Salt? Seems WE ACTUALLY have the best of it all despite fighting over the Royal/Imperial scraps? Where-as ABOVE/High Table SALT conspiracies thrive; poisonings, a dagger in the back? (Thomas Wyatt, Poet, 1503-1542:) "CIRCA REGNA TONAT" Latin for: "Around the Throne the thunder rolls!" BELOW the Salt WE at least get SOME nourishment without fear of psychopathic (Henry VIII) King Harry's AXE, Caesre Borgia's Machiavellian Salads or TODAYS Powers that Be? (Keeping your head DOWN just might be the key?)

And (Tra-la-la!) if don't rain & the creek don't rise, the Cow, a symbol of happiness/contentment jumping over the moon? Better that than poisoned mutton served as lamb? So below the Salt & a long life to YA!... And don't U go worrying Fate for sure enough: It's ON the make if it don't RAIN & the creek? - U got it! - don't rise. Enjoy your Feed & like jolly good Gentlemen of olden days, rest easy in your beds. Below the Salt is NOT such a bad place to be!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in MONEY/OOPS! /In EUROPE/Dave Delacroix: "...Walk this way before."

 Our Man in MONEY/OOPS! /In Europe/Dave Delacroix: "...Walk this way before!"

(Song.)

...Money in my pocket but it won't last long? -I've walked this way before. Photo of a GIRL in a chain locket, does she know the score?

SO many times, U've walked my way? So many words we never say; tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the Day & walk this way before.

...Say U'll be THERE but never come I've SEEN this place before. Barely walk but promise to RUN & run & run & run.

"Ich liber dich!" -but somehow miss the magic U embrace?... I never wanna walk this way again; please walk & walk away.

Money in my pocket but it won't last long, I've walked this way before. Photo of a Lady in a chain locket; does she know the score? And so many times you've walked my way, so many words we never say, tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the Day & walk this way before. And walk this way before.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The ZENITH of your Zoom!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The ZENITH of your Zoom!"

...THE ZENITH OF YOUR ZOOM, how did it begin, a time when OUR Love filled the room "dans le Champs d'Elyese" when, fashionista U wore flowers in your hair, adapted Elton John stack-heeled shoes to elevate/promenade your "raison-d'Etre", a GIG most mere Mortals can only dream of? "Caviar, le déjeuner, Cognac/Cafe-Noir. C'est Soir?" (Easy on the Dijon mustard when we're kissing!)

How does it begin? A Mandrake root plucked from the womb/SCREAMING? Or a CHILDHOOD inner-thrust within your Soul or GOD-GIVEN-DIAMONDS in your CEREBRALISM, "avec" sometimes, UMBILIC, fatally UN-decided TO BE U on ITS own volition decide to Un-wind, (ENCORE!) failed Love, failed ambition, a self-addressed appalling cacophony of disillusion, an epiphany too late to un-wind the turning of Life's SCREW!? (Escargot? No problem, Sweetie-Pie! Easy on the Garlic!)

(Singing: "AH MET mah Million Dollar Babee at the (Le Cafe) FIVE & DIME!!!) (In New YORK?) Relax! Nothing on this subject is likely to make sense?

A veritable Classic perception. Far from an Impressionist's work. Manet, Monet; a SEURAT, or more blatant, the painting, THE KISS - full of Gold, Silver; the Austrians not only produced Adolf Hitler but GUSTAV KLIMT! Perhaps an inevitable potpourri of the Zenith of your ZOOM, likewise, as for Love? - a doom/ZOOM!? 

Within or without for the Love that once filled your room? Un-prepared, we sit on fates fragile throne, just plain destiny: Why is it we always arrive too soon? (Boulebais? Yes. Occasionally there ARE compensations!) Most folk I know R in need of a Spoon!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "All our Yesterdays!"

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "All our Yesterdays."

...WE NEVER REMEMBER THE NAMES OF CRIME- SERIAL KILLER -VICTIMS, only their MURDERERS (Jack the Ripper? Wayne Gaisy, Green River Dude!), their Bios/photos/terrible childhoods (sic.) -FRONT PAGE! But not their Victims. Society does not honor them with a memorial, village green statue/Law Enforcement's failure? Nor name the MASSES, holocausts, victims of Terrorism. No-one is untouched, historically by this Global guilt, instigating or suffering from!

We never remember (U.S.A.) Presidential "ALSO-RAN" candidates, just the ELECTED scoundrels who play Poker with your Tax dollars. But on a personal level, we hardly ever cherish our OWN lifetime's successes, victories, failures in the 11th. hour clouded with (the Scottish Play) SINS or regrets?

We never get to wash away ("OUT, damned spot!!!") our devious ways & (perhaps?) as if GOD's (If there IS one) altruistic cloud, even on the INTERNET, adverse-somehow prompting to stymie inner-CONSCIENCE: "Please do not walk on my Lawn?" OR Devils in our heads: "Piss off! I'm in a meeting!", "Let's do Lunch! Next year!", or "Alles Verboten!"? As for "Overseas"? "BOMBS-AWAY IRAN!/Keep my gasoline CHEAP!...It ain't mah business!".

...And as we NEVER remember...what we DON'T want to remember (all our yesterdays) the names of those innocent folks who WE or our forefathers, we have directly/indirectly wronged, discriminated-against or EXSTERMINATED; who can BARE their identity, our sometimes ($$$!) wicked deeds, ON RECORD exposed in a future Poet's song, and as a postscript, a TOME, list upon lists of highlighted Victims Names! "I was just obeying ORDERS & singing Societies Song!" Will there ever be a time, a GENERATION likely to do no wrong?

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

...HAVE U EVER BEEN TO XANADO, TIMBUCTOO, or Katmandu or Boulogne-Sur- la-Mer? Have U ever said: "Depend on me!", "I'll pay U back! (Honest!)" or, as faint heart never won fair maiden, omitted to say: "I love U!". (Whilst mandatory groveling, pretty much: (Fr.) "de rigeur!", (GER) "Ab befielh!", (ENG) "Get on ya frickin' knees!"). EVE (as in Adam's Rib) will, to THIS day always be Queen of the Apple Tree!

...Can't help feeling/thinking there's a Hound Dog aspect to this moment: "WOOF! -WOOF!" -Tongue panting? An Odyssey/CIRCE's pigs-wallowing situ.?

Yet, it's ONLY the Lonely who compose our fave songs for the CRIPPLES which, I guess, mostly, somehow, mostly who we R. And it's only the tongue-tied/frenzied-in-love's grasp, uncannily, defines this emotional labyrinth of paradox. Existentialists in search of The Maltese Falcon, the lost Biblical Ark of the Covenant, Ponce de Lyon's Fountain of Youth or that important letter - marked FRICKIN' URGENT! - gone awry at the Caen's (France) Post Office? A majesty in "Gob-smack-confoundation", the limping man abroad. Corpses-whittled bones litter civilizations roadsides!

...Incidentally, after viewing the Bayeau Tapestry have U ever queued up at the CAENS (France) Post Office? -A notorious edifice of government-functioning imbecility, your correspondence sure to be lost. DECEMBER-7th, 1941: "The JAPS R GONNA BOMB PEARL HARBOUR!!!" -no worries, Monsieur! We sent it PAR AVION/Airmail, but the Mail plane is in the SHOP? 

Have U ever - in your despair - WAILED at da MOON!?... I wouldn't worry too much. U R a JANITOR, right? Me too. So just limp along with your broom.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

...MAH "MOJO" AIN'T WORKING ANYMORE, my MOJO GAT-NO-MOJO anymore! Clear signs! -I ain't ejaculating any sincere-Literary concepts, no ERRECT-stalwart - thank God I'm British! - opiniated/reasonably non-racist/non-fascist a 'la diatribe Blogposts by the score? In fact, I'm just "penile" flagging (old age or just too much booze?), getting the SWEATS, drooling over non-overseas travel & past erotic assignations, hotel lobbies, strangers on a train or hitch-hiking w/guitar, belladonnas U R likely/supposed to meet? (Farewell cruel World!)

...It's always (can be) HARD to be a son - even worse for a Gal - to be the spawn of a Preacher-Man. U grow up having to sing all those dreary Psalms/Songs: "Onward Christian Soldiers, marching off to God knows where?" And no wonder ISLAMISTS think we R Kebabs to be culturally devoured, stiffing our buffet/fast food/kiosk servings "sans" (without) Lettice, tomato, Chilli-sprinkles, to think ALLAH gets to score a World Cup Soccer winning goal? (In ya DREAMS!!!)

...I wonder about DAT!...I wonder about that?...Then I resolved to have myself a BEER, a concoction the ancient Egyptians (Pre-Islam!) enjoyed & recorded (Hieroglyphics) to keep their MOJO on top of their MOJO, perhaps crazy in their OWN sometimes desperate Times? Persian Poet HAFIZ (A Shakespeare/Dante/Homer/perhaps a touch of Baudelaire?) writes/WARNS! ..."Do not play with a Tigers Cubs nor rob a young woman of her illusions!" But notably absent in his majestic works - probably getting loaded on Brewskies - he never addressed his MOJO NOT or "in full gear" working! And Whisky-in-the-Jaro! But what da heck! Hemmingway writes: "The Sun also Rises!" And my OWN  MOJO still got Tomorrow!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Kiss of Joy!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Kiss of Joy!"

...JUST A MELANCHOLY MOMENT, just a melancholy Girl. Just a melancholy ZIG-ZAG, the progress she made? Just a melancholy fortune she found in her Night; Melancholy dreams R all we-re about.

...She found her Mission in her passion that no-one can deny. A price above rubies, her ZEALOUSY, no limits, that girl will always reach for the sky!

Just a melancholy moment, a kiss U don't understand. A melancholy kiss of joy, her World in God's hands.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. (For all girls/Ladies subject to Religious, Cults & barbaric Islamic suppression.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Dolphins in the Sea."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Dolphins in the Sea."

...YOU KNOW WHEN U R INTER-NET ADICTED if U got "Inter-net CLAW" (Clenched fingers -hovering above L.T. keyboard, "jonesing" for another coffee; your urinal-sphincter hanging on tight when U desperately need to PISS!) Should I diagnose more? 

Post traumatic L.T. CLAW syndrome THERAPY is, predictably not freely available on Medicaid (USA) or National Health (LOL) in Britain. Unlike booze or smoking it's suggested U just get dead. Save the government a fortune. But in YOUR case? Just get Off-line! (U still gotta decade or 2 that the powers-that-BE can milk U.)

In ancient ROME the LADS (pre. L.T. Claw-syndrome) endured an a-like situs. such as holding onto their GLADIS (sword) instead the of their - under-TOGA - TEST-TACKLES only later to find it really didn't matter once LIONS were let loose with U into the Coliseum arena; Sword or BALLS, no therapy on hand: Issues! Issues! Issues! (Everybody ROARED!!!) Bright young things TEXTED one another on clay tablets?

And as for Roman poet OVID who satired Augustus Ceasar, everyone & his dog and all the powers that be? His "magnus-opus" METAMORPHOSIS, sensitively, I think touches upon TEST-TACKLES & quite insightful regarding the future curse of the Computer Lap-Top Claw! (He was duly exiled to the Black Sea.) Slightly more lenient that Moscow's Lubianka torture chamber or a U.S.A./C.I. A. "black bag OP." -U disappear? (Shortage of rampant Lions? Or ISLAM takeover of Western Culture/not enough Christians?)

OH! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! Don't pin ME down. Let's not argue. We R REMOTE correspondents; as REMOTE (as can be); & a zillion REMOTE jokes/all eyewitnesses, as controversial a 'la the Music-Fame racket: For example: Whose/which band NAME came first!? - The Hatfield & McCoys battle: "Naz Nomad & the Nightmares? GINNY & da Tonics? (These/name-copyrights are fought over to this day!) Worst of all? Who is going to own up for composing the Pop song: "The soggy biscuit of your Love."? (Certainly NOT Me. I was in Chicago! Honest!!!)

All Poets R doomed to dwell in, yes, that (Rimbaud) "Season in Hell", perhaps a self-sacrifice, from HAFIZ to JOHN DONNE who BOTH touched upon life's joys & uncertainty. Not with standing, the - your view not mine - the subject of sexuality, self-abuse, frantic masturbation as to then HIGHLIGHT the WHERE or WHEN WE BEGIN as opposed to that far off horizon (Bobby Darin singing:) "Somewhere across the Sea"...but in the END (Fred Neil singing:) "I've been searching for the Dolphins in the Sea." And as a postscript, sometimes whatever our troubles, within reason (The Beatles:) "let it be."...It's a WONDER we just don't thank this miracle of Life, its blessings: The dolphins in the sea.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

..."MAKE IT LOVE, MAKE IT MINE< MAKE IT BLING!!!"

...We ain't asking for the whole world but sometimes, we do. And IF the Shoe fits wotchagonnaDO-frickin' Boogaloo! So why not JAZZ into that tropic/Calypso night? Make it LOVE, make it - drink up & BE somebody? - make it blue, make it Yours! Sing out loud!

The ZENITH of our Youth; nothing's impossible. Songs, riotously/Mucho-bravado sung (those were the Days!) in urban taverns now demolished in the name of progress & who R we to complain; our placards, street protests, slogans, thinking, somehow, we'd made our mark, but now - clearly - betrayed: All revolutions R usurped by thieves/CROOKS/murderers - out on a Weekend - who, just like in the Music BIZ, "crowded-house" with Mafiosi in designer rags who talk like Hippies.

("Cool Mahn!"): As for the disillusioned, dejected, morally un-seated, the MARCH FOR CHANGE, the lonely, the Critical Mass or just psychologically LAME who now hobble into an un-certain tomorrow, names whitewashed from history, certainly that one hit chart wonder pop song that even rocket scientists cannot figure out just why anyone paid it much attention: "Baby, Amah your Baby!"?

...So; maybe make it LOVE. A lion-rampant on your record label. Perchance, in your present dark corner were-in U WAX: Make it mine, make it YOURS despite where (ahah!) no birds or Angel's sing. But redecorate (?). Make it BLING! Today, in the Here & NOW, it's safe to say, alas WE - as individuals - have little or no Voice!

Cash registers/Credit Cards/money transfers going BLING! BLING! BLING!

The Good News? There a 12 pack of Guinness in my refrigerator with your name on it!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix