Our Man in Europe, now in Belize, Dave Delacroix:"Full Moon!"

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Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Full Moon!"

Gotta FULL MOON IN Mah POCKET, a SUN around my head, ORION"S BELT around my whoosits, a UNIVERSE in Mah head. Gotta POLAR STAR I keep in a jar, I'll show it U some time.

 I gotta INTERNET that no-one's ever meta-met and I ain't texting with U... As for PONCE DE LEON & his fountain of YOUTH, wotchagonnaDO?

...NO SMART PHONE's gonna get U HOME, no APPS, no Guitar Foot-Pedal? Your voice is ya VOICE, REJOICE! -yet perhaps no-one will hear? Is this what U fear?

Gotta full moon in mah jacket less the rain it comes along. Snow boots in da closet, an old guitar to sing a song. Gotta a crazy past, a doubtful tomorrow, donating BAGS of Joy & Sadness to the GOODWILL County store.

Still. Gotta full moon, any way U look at it. It stares US in the face. That "SELFIE" U wish your buddies would erase. "Who knows where the time goes?" (Sandy Denny/Songwriter), old photos stuck on the kitchen "fridge", a portrait on your bedroom wall, friends won or gone & that full moon - look in your wardrobe/it's in an old coat pocket somewhere - lost?

Gotta FULL MOON in mah POCKET. A'mah thinking 'bout AEROBICS BY PROXY. Or SKIING the "Mahogany-Ridge", sucking on SOME "trip da light-fandango", arguing at the BAR: "U IZ WOT U IZ!" And as I say, when U got a FULL MOON in ya Pocket?  Argument? ....U can't lose! Getting a free brewski? Probably not.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A MURDER of Crows."

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Murder of Crows."

IN THE BEAT OF the NIGHT, a murder of CROWS: CAW! CAW! CAW! In the beat of the Night, your lonesome NAME don't count nuttin' at all. (In da beat of the Night.).

In HEAT of the DAY, funny how sometimes it gets away from U? One day she's there, next day she's gone away? And in the heat of the Night, Whisky-Blues!

In the BEAT, that resounding, that reverb, that ECHO how U shouted your "farewells", trashed furniture, smashed mirror, clothes thrown out upon the street, she strode off into West Hollywood & said "hope we never meet!!" (Again).

Again & again, who rhymes & reasons the sphincter of LOVE that opens & closes like, well, the wings of some white bird always hovering, swirling

 less the beat of the Night comes to PROMETHOUS BOUND to peck at your heart gizzards ripped out, by a murder of Crows: CAW! CAW! CAW!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Hello FULL MOON! -rising above Corozal bay-Belize!)

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

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

The ORCHESTRA.

...The Bitch on Oboe, Nipples-Oh-Susannah! stole the heart of the 1st. Violinist in the Orchestra. The Mezzo-Soprano, waiting for some big-wig celeb soprano to sing/fail, maybe steal her role, "knocked-up" by the Bassoon player, apparently, some rich kid, her "andante" still not yet showing? 

The "flake" Conductor" - La Dude who stands in Stage-front/the Tuxedo ICON who frantically waves his Arms all about - can take his Orchestral-GIRLIE-GOUPIE-PICK except HE'S GAY; he's in love with "drummer-boy" out back on "Kettles"!? (Big Drums.)

As for THE CHOIR, all FIFTY SINGING SOULS surrounding the Orchestra, belting it out IN FULL GUSTO but downright INCESTUOUS; can't tell the Fags from the Castratos? (Does it matter?) The ladies dilute all focus. Who can guess the Jazz between the Blues? (Put a LID on it?).

Yet orchestral backstage "fumbles" in taffeta & tuxedoes; who's 'a guessed twix "Oratorios" or an elongated "Fugue"? Panting in the Dressing Room! All Orchestras have their OWN requiem, that off-stage urgence, a performance to an adorning "Cavalcante" mask? Rameau's "Gallant Indians" comes to mind, History's Lotto! A yesterday's shadow.

...That Bitch on Oboe. Heartbroken, sounding ON my Fugal Horn. The whole wind section is in sympathy. Will I EVER fit into a Classical orchestra, a "COPY BAND" of yesterday's GENIUS, Beethoven, Mozart, all those cool Cats, ever again? Love, will U ever come back, like Music again? 

As for that GLANCE of POETRY no unique singer/artist cannot disguise, a beauty, an innocence from where they began shines on stage enveloped in Natures rhapsody. A kiss of death to surrounding mediocrity 'less they wear Salieri's crown.  

c.2025. Dave Delacroix/"Non baton/sans Tuxedo.".

 

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Taste of Fame."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Taste of Fame."

...A touch of Fame, that brutal game, to usurp the aspic of your given name? That touch of fame, demonic shadow, a kiss of fate. In utero yet aborted, somehow?

DANCE! DANCE! Wherever U may be. I am the Lord of the Dance said He an' I'll lead U all even stuck up on a Tree, I'll cough up a song or 2 for thee!

PRANCE! PRANCE! But nothing is for free. When the music ends do U still get a seat? I'M the Cat who pulls all the strings. Come along & sing wiv' Mio! (Ghostly sounds!)

Ain't no sunshine when IT'S lost. A "has-been" in Hollywood, join the flock. A touch of Fame, Medusa's STARE & U. R. nowhere. And the Golden Fleece? Ever illusive. A taste of Fame.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our BONNIE LAD in Europe, now Belize, dave delacroix: "The PLAID Sky."

 

Our BONNIE LAD in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The PLAID Sky."

ALL THE LEAVES R BROWN & the sky is PLAID; my Sporran's in the wash & my Kilts all frayed. Guess U gonna CATCH ME in my Under shorts; nutting to worry, whisky in the JAR-O! (Tra-la!)

I went into a Church. Strictly dress-code. Got thrown out on my ear...on a Winter's Day? The bristles on my thighs & calves (BRRR!), don't think I'm gonna stay. All the leaves R brown. On such a Winters day.

The BAGPIPES DRONE (Drone-drone-drone!) they got something to say. Romance, History so I got down - KILT-less - on mah knees? I gotta share it 'wiv U; JEEZE-CHRISTIE! All the leaves R brown & the sky is plaid.

(Song ends here. Ran out of song, California-Dreaming Alt. ideas. 3.a.m. Cats need feeding & am running low on Scotch. Sorry bout dat.)

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Song for a Cougar."

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, dave delacroix: "Song for a Cougar."

...WHEN THE NIGHT has come, U feel like U don't belong, those Crochet lessons didn't work out & ya JUDO exercises somehow seem dumb-ass wrong. So don't TRY, don't bloody well Try. Put on that Kimono, pour a Whisky & soda. No worries. I will stand by U.

Now IF your Stocks & Shares on Wall Street ...get to tumble & fall and that GIG-A-LIG-LIO U been hiding out found some other Cougar to fall? It ain't the NIGHT, it ain't no blight; sweet SISTA, we gotta fight throughout it all? I will stand, stand by U. I will give U my shoes. (the Left one) I will always...stand by U.

Don't be AFRAID! Don't be afraid. Don't GROWL at what U made. Night or Day, which-ever-ways the wind blows, I'll stand by U. (Keep repeating till, like me, U climb up a tree!) Get off that Cellphone to NODODY important! Find ya-self an honest Toy-Boy, get ya-self a decent BOOK, Camus, Sartre, or some Bodice-ripping historical Romance!

(Just a thought.)

When the NIGHT has come, ya feel like U don't belong? Just know, I will stand by U. S-WOT WE GOT! I will stand by U & be true. I will stand, stand by U, stand by U.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Euro pe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Calvary!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Calvary!"

HEY HOSANNA! Where have U gone? And that street laced with Palms, your Caravanserai, the "carpet" for the dude who threw-out Shekels from the Temple WAILING "Love & Peace" must prevail? 

(On Calvary!)

HEY HOSANNA. Mary Magdelin! Did U kiss her too? Have KIDS!? And after that "river-gig", JOHNNY-B, did he wash away your Sins, make U new?

(On Calvary!)

HEY HOSANNA. We R awash in our desert, we're lost in the fold...."WOOLIES-SOCKS", U steal ME, we steal U? Hurtling thru SPACE, a universal revolver of consequence; whotcha gonna DO?

(On Calvary!)

And as for that Christ, a-splayed on the cross, foretold for ALL man, we ALL gotta go there some day, a place, a reservation, some Calvary awaits. Foot dangling? Nope. Calvary don't sleep.

(Singing:) "Oh Susannah, come sing along with Me? Gotta JAR-O on the table & a Banjo on mah knee!"

c.2025. dave delacroix.