Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "LOU REED!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Lou Reed!"

A'MAH WAITING for MAH MAN! $26 in mah hand! He's never early, he's sometimes too late, just put it down to Urban fate. WOTCHAGONNA-DO? When U R out, just a Junkie Flake. kissing cousins, a New York City 1970s GIG preview?

I'm waiting for my Man. I'm waiting for THE PLAN. Destiny is never too late, U got ya boogie, U get to dance, but when it comes, there's U in a trance. Sorry buddy. As I, waiting for my Jam, buttered toast, Marmalade, some kind of "le dejunier"/homemade! I'm a-waiting for that GAL!'

A'mah a'waiting for the MAn. That Holiest of Holiest to take me off the "lam". That Cat ain't early, and usually ($$$) he's rarely late but when a dark labyrinth stares U in the face and a'waiting for your "needle-man" comes too late on a NOT so perfect day...

..."He/She ploughs the Seas & Sows the Land." -your Junkie, junkie dealer...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Song of Roland."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Song of Roland."

WHY SHOUT WHEN a WHISPER turns a Mind around to find a brand new Winde, to startle the Day, turn your Life around? WHY WAIL, or madly-dance; all the Priests, Imans, Bhudia, Rabbis, the JU-JU-Men, those Missionaries holding the franchise of the "UN-Knowing/GOD!" who've been scalping, extorting, rabidly fooling the ignorant or folks in danger or despair?...

"AVE MARIA!" -for a few dollars more.

... Mandarins, Emperors, Kings, just CON-MEN dressed elegantly, an ARMY to empower; U take the "Dane Gold" U take the "Dane Taxes"...for the rest of your life. And NOTHING's more certain than death & taxes. A brain-death existence & Whisky galore!

 ...Sermons at the Cathedral, Muslim chants/5 times a day, BRAINWASHING!!! -spinning Budda cylindrical boxes, MORMON fantasy, Brahma posters blowing in the wind, (the Religio-Big Guns.) and an amulet on your wrist, a green Evil Eye above your door - to ward off Envy - a Rosarie to kiss, a Crucifix hanging around your neck?... (Crystal power?)

..."To find what winde to serve an honest mind..." (Poet John Donne) still (befuddles) GOBSMACKS! Seems like "Medievalism" is making a Comeback in our ATOMIC-Psyber- internet space age?... History's Prophets never advocated murder. Jet planes & Laser-Beam Satellites, DRONES of course were an inevitable option/for peaceful purposes. There's that?

"Who if I cried out!?" (Reiner-Maria-Rilke, German Poet) he wails to the "order of the Angels" suffering from melancholy or the POX; guess U gotta cry out to SOMEONE even if they don't exist? Yet IF GOD EXISTS, perhaps it's just plainly "within"? It might be IN Vegetarianism or U R NO GOOD at playing POKER, more likely a SONG-remembered, kindness-remembered, tolerance or that bruised identity which U felt denied?

As for ROLAND, a Knight of old full knowing his brothers left to sacrifice by Charlamagne-King in battle against the Islamic hordes, kissed his maiden "farewell" & joined them in Rounsaville (Spanish French border) where they all met their end.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Songs, A DUET for None!"

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Songs, A Duet for None!"

(...apres French Poet, Guillaume Apollinaire)

"Songs: A Duet for None!"

(1) ...U CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU when U go. (U. R. DEAD!) U can't take it with U when U go. Ya Daddy's dead & gone, ya Momma sings a mournful song. U can't take it or FAKE it when U Go. Sons & lovers scramble for your gowns?

U can't take your trinkets WHEN U GO, your TIARA, your velvet gown, your "bits & bobs", your favorite Clown, nothing GOING, WOTS UP!? -where U' gonna go? It's a Solo Gig. (Mortal Coil/shuffle-off etc.) No-one comes back again.

As for my kisses, my hugs, the Worlds sunshine that wrangles/inspires a living mortals Soul. U can't take it with U - including the Maserati! - when U go. And the smart Villa on the Costa Brava/cut price deal/should 'a sold it before the market-crash, leastways before your "over-dose"?

(2) ... I SAID, WHISKY will make a blind man sing da Blues. I said that bottle'll will make a Man into a Mule!  Don't U go out tonight, we'll hold our bodies tight; I said Whisky will make a blind man sing the Blues. (Bad night on the floor of Station-Gare du Sud/headin' Bordeaux/Gendarmes-involved). Whatever.

Don't ya EVER go downtown without ME Don't U ever go DOWNTOWN without Me! Gotta bottle & a dream, I crossed the seven seas, no-one'll BELIEVE ME when I tell 'Em what I've seen.

I said, Whisky'll make a blind man SEE the Stars. Walking down the Bois de Boulogne with a white Cane. A Cabaret Style, a cursory-lipstick smile & the RAT-A-TAT-TAT to disturb U, if not beguile.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize - near Mexico - Dave Delacroix: "Chewing Gum for your mind."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A chewing gum for your mind..."

...SHE LOVES U SHE LOVES U NOT, a four-leaf IRISH Clover to tie U in a knot; lot's' a jokes 'bout this. Lotta jokes 'bout fools who fall in love? Lotta Mandolin rain.  Lotta moments insane. That kiss by the factory wall, a dirty old town? And goodbye Brendan & farewell Sean. The bang of the drum. Our Cause forlorn. Our worn-out clothes.

(And still I remember those towns I loved so well...)

She loves ya NOT, she loves U true> Eileen, Geraldine, that emerald-Isle-blue. With Gaelic bagpipes bursting, horses racing cross a County Mayo beach & granny's fixing supper but OUT of potatoes. The FAMINE struck. "Go West young Man!" to Liverpool, then the U.S.A."It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me but me darling when I think of thee."

(And still I remember those towns I loved so well...)

She loves U Nay, she might just stay when I come back home in GLORY, so long awaited!. She might SING A BANSHEE SONG; she might still be alive; U bang the drum slowly...I am on my way. But she died whilst I was away & the bagpipes, tins & whistles, a premature burial. AS decades pass, a century or 2, who carves out history's cruelty? A chewing gum for your mind. Some solace in the new world?

(And still I remember those towns I loved so well...)

So goodbye Brendan & farewell Sean, PETE in Caven town, and Geraldine, the Queen of the emerald-Isle. I bang the drum slowly for Eileen, Geraldine, me & my own.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man In Europe/Now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Stone."

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

(dedicato: Vladimir PUTIN)

"The Stone."

.... must be nice to be evil, NO WORRIES WHERE u GONNA BE-GONE? no REMORSE, JUST A CONCOURSE OF ALL THE hell u BEGUN? did u ever not send KIDS to DO your dirty work, did U ever have a sweet kiss> did U not send KIDS to WAR? Must be nice to be EVIL, a Plague, a SIN, all yours. Your dark bliss?

Must be nice to be EVIL, that anaconda-reptile smile. Where-from your "in-herent", that beaten into YOU as a child? Maybe or just generic? OH, it's not my fault, I sent Cossacks to their death. And the death-Camps, burning corpses. Who wants to count the rest?

Must be NICE to reside in splendor, must be nice, in comfort, to die alone. No bells RING, and there's that thing, alone, alone, alone. Catch ME! Catch me in the sky. A universal question: Catch ME the question "WHY!?" But there's no kisses on a stone. And MOMS will always weep.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, SPY versus SPY, Dave Delacroix: "Lill' Ol Bi-Polar Me!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, SPY versus SPY, Dave Delacroix: "Lill' Ol Bi-Polar Me!"

(dedicato: Charles Delafay, "PPS to the Queen MOM, 1970s/80s, also known as "Frenchie"/my BRO!)

"Lill' Ol BI-Polar Me!"

THEY AIN'T WRONG, I TOO ain't wrong. UN-expected "Day Guests?" Lill' old Bi-Polar me. Nobody seems to sing the same song, everybody's on their phones...like U R not there?

GROWL!!!

The WORLD ain't wrong. It just moved along; God bless our parents, GRAND PARENTS who probably KNEW, resenting as WE, sing the same old song: "Planes & Boats & Trains go passin' by" U ask me why?

I TIP & DIVE!

... Step outside your Theater. DO NOT mention the "Scottish Play" less we send U outside, U must turn around THREE TIMES so U can come back, join the gang again. There IS no God... Sympathy? It comes at a cost.

...Sadly too, there AIN'T NUTTUN' wrong in your Psyche-Dialysis - that maybe a bottle of Whisky can't cure? - it'll get U calm or beaten up in a Bar; there's always some Nemesis who says: "Let's take this outside!".... (Kickboxing? What's WRONG with these people!?)...

...by which point instant sobriety (The guy's SIX FOOT-FOUR) comes to your aid. Your best punch-Ups R the ones U never engage. Yet "Once more into the breach Me-Lads!" .... Lill' Ol Bi-Polar me!"

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Life sometimes can be UN-forgiving!

Away, away, come aolo9ng with mw & we'll build u7s a hou7se in the mead0ow,,,,

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BELOW the SALT!"

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

WE HAVE NOTHING except the clothes on our backs. The Duke, once in a while throws us a bone like we R dogs. We, if invited banquet, sit "below the Salt" yet when it comes to battle, the fighting, cannon fodder, we R in the front line.

We have little, no pension, no score; Robin Hood in Sherwood Forest seems HE gets ducats galore? My Long Bow at "Crecy" my Long Bow at "Agincourt" for a Prince of my Country, I wonder what for...

So, there I WAS rehearsing Pergolesi's "Stabat Mater" (Roughly translated: "There was an old woman from Swansea!") & I with throat cancer, /early Rod Stewart tonality, reasonably penniless, I UN-hook a Guitar off my bedroom wall, todays LONG BOW, stretch a string or 2 & fire a song into the night & aim wistfully at the moon...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.