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 PHINX to Tomorrow!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: :3 PHINX to 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..