Our Ragazzo in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix:...A Dwinkin Song.
16 Beers & a barrel of Fish,
mah woman left me
I got to clean the dishes.
Pots n Pans, percussion-sound.
I just formed= me another Band!
16 Beers & Spaghetti & sauce
I got a CHIANTI,
that Gal can GO!
Heartbreak-City,
but "wotchagonna-DO?"
16 Beers & a Barrel of Fish!
(fill in da blanks my friends!)......
c.2025. dave delacroix. OLE!!~!
OUr Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: (Sonnet:) "It's only lonesome..."
(dedicato: Carole Striker)
It's only Lonesome when it's U, that Solo Gig just made of U; U walk a Destiny alone, a forgotten kiss, a lost cellphone. (Panic!?) It's always wretched when U think. It's always when U fear, haunted by yesteryears; ghosts will thrive in your active mind? It's only lonesome when it's just U; the U of U that made your life. It's only lonesome when U -U! No-one else U can talk to. That song, eternal. It's only when U madly dance, a weekends trance then gladly, altruistic, tomorrow's hand extends a kiss.
c.dave delacroix, 2025.
Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "U only Blab twice!"
(James Bond theme music if U please...)
.... U ONLY BLAB TWICE... then U get WACKED! U only love ONCE; it's enough.
Flautists, lonely folks like Jethro Tull; "ducks & drakes" skim across the lake, mere mortals.... Poet's sing?... an envious Fate? Yet THE HORROR! OH, the HUMANITY! GRAF ZEPELIN, ka-boom! Some New Jersey Redecks shot it down? Safety/longevity is a Lotto. Hope ya got a lucky number?
And Guitar-6-string complainers with an ache for every Season, resounding myth, legend & Zilch!? to wear a Folk/Jazz Club's ear into mold? As corner-street Camera Cats with Cellphone Videos to capture the moment, INCIDENT, that "Selfie" so En-Dearing? Who dies young & painless, or just gets old?
U only BLAB twice. TAUGHT or knowing better? Commonsense....a scarcity - comes into play, oh Manh! When U R a CHILD "apres midi un faun" after WHICH...U R on your own. And at some point, get OFF that god damned phone!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/Belize: dave delacroix: "Breakfast is a Bloody Mary!"
(dedicato: Claudia Loens.)
Breakfast is a Bloody Mary. Brunch? -a 6-pack of beer. Happy-hour, Whisky & water: Evening, the witchin-zone! In the ZG-ZAG life, that crusty moment...when U find your SCREAM, a dry Martini weeps -me-thinks; a Manhattan blaze dissolves, a Love, some memory? BANSHEES, all 3, harmonize with the wind? THUS, U awake in a negligee by an alley dumpster, a friendless Soul... raw to the BONE, first greeting, on a Winter's morn, a shadow of your dreams, that overcast day; yet perhaps a true friend, to bring a blanket to sweep U off the floor? Buonna-fortunna! Breakfast is a Bloody Mary, but no-one - by design or in your destiny - sings along.
c.2025. dave delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (Sonnet): "When Fools fall in Love."
(dedicato: Evanka.)
...WHEN FOOLS fall in Love, Non-exclusive membership, the NIP in your BUD... from Banker-City Man, Prairie Gal, a farmer's lonely wife or that kid in the ghetto living on the street?
When fools fall in Love we share a kiss, a gig. Outside OF.... is a desolation, a place with no home; when fools fall in Love, "ARRIBA!" Ole!
When fools fall in Love, early or late, happen-stance or focused-Fate; when fools fall in Love, a folly (?), a rite of passage that leads U.... to U.
When fools fall in Love, a song of songs. A bestiality, a torment, a raging sea; either way for girl and boy, somehow, we later swim to the shore. And likely, alas, never to fall in Love evermore...
c.2025. dave d.
Our Man in EuropeBelize, Dave Delacroix: "In God's Mystique."
(dedicat: Loic.)
....IN God's Mystique We Peasants wonder why just who gets to live, who thrives, the best who die too soon?
In God's mystique Colors-blend, seasons-cull, year by year, heroes-cowards reign?
In God's mystique that blanket FATE, is it square or is it round, is it greed, or just what U found in Life's collader (kitchen-thingy/drain pasta) to drain Times song?
In God's mystique QUE a perfume, a "disque-bleu" -a French cigarette, a song, a croissant/cafe au lait & Albert Camus driving, an Outsider, driving to Paris to God's mystique.
c.dave delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "September."
DO U REMEMBER that night in September, a groovy tune which WE BOTH knew, do U remember, do U remember, a cognoscente what We both knew? Do U recall that September night of splendor, do U remember, do U remember, do U recall, an echoes Herald from yesterday?
DO U remember "all our yesterdays", gals in Mini-skirts, gals wrapped in "Stays", dudes in "FLARES", "Afghans" playin Banjo's and all the hoop-la, a spaceship of a student's mind, a serious intent with TOLKIEN or DYLAN/THE DOORS, if U don't DIG, U aint COOL!? -nubile minds full of promise & limitations?
DO U NOW SCENT that latent "le je ne se quoi" fermented, now in your VAT and KICKING YOUR AGING boog-ga-loo looking thru a WINDOW saying: FUCK U!", it's ME U fool -your inner-reflection, not screaming, but MIRROR- MIRROR- MIRROR a reflection: U!?
DO U REMEMBER, a September night when it's not to supposed to rain; remembrance arrives to strain at your Soul, like nostalgia, an Oldie-Goldie, a lingering Debt, some nightmare that comes out of the Cold; some guilt, some shadow, some past SIN, that Tyger-Tyger in the night, symmetry-framed? We dance to dance the things we have all met, a whisper's Song into our tomorrow.
c.2025. DD.
