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Thursday, October 23, 2025

Our Man in Europe. Dave Delacroix. "SONG!" (via John Donne.)

 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "SONG!" (via John Donne)


GOE U MUCKERS & find a falling Star, tell me what RABBI cut off your foreskin-whostits, DO these religio-butchers, legal, still prevail? -Islamic Witch-D0octors, cutting OFF young GRLS GENITALIA- BEASTIALITY!!! Let's take it TO THER PENIS-HOME!!!.... Burn their Hoburg Hat/their Talmud!!? 

GOE catch a falling Star, get with child a mandrake root, a KADDSH for Raechel, a price above rubies, were U EVER gonna give that Gal a break?

U wrankle-wrankle who U R, your wring your hands in pre-disdain, your life-ajar, no song, no joy, no logic to CLOY in a Gentile's World of nothingness.

GOE & find your shooting Star, it's always tough to find your GIG yet find what winde serves to an advance an honest mind.

c.dave delacroix. 2025.

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacrix: " HITLER'S BUNKER!"

our dude in europe/now belizze, dave delacroix, "Hitler's Bunker."

(dedicat: 55 MILLION Souls/loved ones who perished/we DO NOT FORGET!!!)


 HITLER'S BUNKER, the fearless RUSSKIES at OUR door. Probably it would have bothered You too? . Stiff-Prussian guts, (In the Bunker we had Schapp's on tap.).

Medal'd/ we NAZIS, good idea at the time/ came along for disgraced WW-1- German pride? - clicking heels, yet now, but soonest -  "Alles VERBOTEN! /frickin NO SMOKING!!" (Always keep an eye! Never trust a man who doesn't DRINK.. & keep one eye on the non-smokers!)

 Yet NOW (wearing my Iron Cross in Hitlr's bunker) where is Claudia, Heidi, the children on my Bavarian farm? We WHIT, whining about our injuries/casualties but never speak of our harm?

 The Blitz over England, the destruction of Rotterdam, Stalingrad-A RUIN, Jew, Gypsies the "office-HEP-CATS" (USA-Music), as our MANICAL SERVANTS, recently promoted "Brown Shirt: Berlins KU-DAM? -Who finally, cannibalistic now taking refuge in the U-BHAN like MORLOCKS: HITLER (this AUSTRIAN CORPORAL) now orders its flooding to drown the lot?

HITLER's Bunker. Russian artillery pound overhead. But can WE ever KNOW our regimes VICTIMS dread? A firing squad, A Concentration camp. A Gas shower, no washing/cleaning. Nothing but GOD, Some kind of faith/ singing as many NAZIS victims sang, "The Marseillaise! "save our souls? But WE do not forget!?

No doubt in th Hitler's Bunker NO be-Medaled Nazis Officer had THIS in mind in the final hour of the Third Reich? Hitler shot himself and everyone immediately whipped out their cigarettes & started chain smoking !

(Better they had shot themselves!!!)


c.2025. Dave Delacroix,

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: Dave Delacroix: "PISS, Wine & Death!" (McSorley's!)

 PISS! WINE! & DEATH! (McSorley's!)...

Piss! Wine! & Death! The happy Sonority! Bitches in SKIRTS to flirt your penis infatuatedly, outside of your mental "College Campus" psyche-macaroni; what "curriculum" explains your student yearning?

 A boy, LATIN-Learnt, Priest hood on horizon, where "GONE yesterday's snows", (Francois Villon) or his Poet-English fellow in England, "Goe & find a falling star? (John Donne) A emotion-mechanics BEFORE Archimedes.... Greek guy who could " fixed your IN-door Plumbing-PLUS create World War 3, toys and all?

-Now lost, dead, genius shrouded in verse? And piss, wine & death not with-standing murder by a Roman soldier in Syracuse-Sicily. The equivalent of murdering Frank Loydd Wright, buying a newspaper on 5th. Ave., NYC., the EAR that Vincent van Gogh lost?

PISS! WINE! & DEATH! Old McSorley's' Pub in Manhattan, N.Y.C. (Astor, NYC subway Sta.) where we HOLLERED, WAILED, sang "Danny-Boy!"

 NO ladies' toilets till 1966, when GOTHAM tried to BE respectable/ had to build a "sit-down"/toilet for the - West Greenwich Village - "local Virgins" (?) The WOKE - Lady - NON-SMOKERS? -Predictable. The WHORES became 'town Criers"/all FUN went South.

But WE old Lads remember it well.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.


Our MAN in EUROPE,/now Belize, Dave Delacroix/just turned 70 years-yound: "Last Train from YUMA! (Texas-Town)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last Train from YUMA!"

...Last train from YUMA, Texas-town, the DEVIL never sleeps awaiting life's-nature-defeat -culled by WAR, suicide or just outright exhaustion, a fate of fates for whom all awaits -begging for a GIG in Heaven, leastways-later a Kaddish?

Last train from YUMA, a Stock Market CRASH, MEN-BANKERS! -threw themselves out of high Rise, New York citadels of fragile wealth? SHAME on SHAME! -and their entitled daughters enrolled in elite finishing schools, the last train from Yuma kissed, reluctantly, then sent them South?

...NODOBY KNOWS just what they "say" -FRIGHT-LAUGHTER-FEAR-a Social "auto de fe"? (buried in Jazz, Swing, decades of Yesterday?), teenage-fashion, JIVE, Dat GROOVE that keeps WE a- searching for some horizon into our fragile future.

Last train from Yuma. No worries. The Conductor gave US ALL a Ticket! "DING-DONG" every railroad station we pass on by? There's a Mail-drop, an E-Mail. Some pathos in our journey "...and/SONG: "City of New Orleans": the grinding of our OWN automotive wheels! -REGISTERES the gristle in our bones

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Monday, October 13, 2025

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Aged Mandarin."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The aged Mandarin.".


What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) to entrance a MANDARIN, a man at Court, a power! What tune to enhance a Courtesan (CYMBAL!!!)  she RULES without a tower.

 She bequeaths your goals, might-BE she saves your souls, silken splendor she endures & walks amongst/pays for your Kids to go to university. A MYSTIC prevails! (Don't forget!)

What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) in Shehzan or old Shanghai/got rid of "the gang of 4", and from a swarm of bicycles to a myriad of Hatch-back-polluting FORDS! The Forbidden City in danger of corroding? A CHINA of Tomorrow.

 We ALL got Cellphones, Internet, let the Politicians/Generals figure IT OUT but don't BOMMB-RAID on my House. I live by the "3-god-damnned-DAM!!!" (My family already GOT running water?)

Because my MOM lives there, her UN-married SISTER with a KID, we have a bag of rice & our kitchen is clean, Uncles sometimes - in their best clothes - come visit with rice wine & fruits - and there's a CYMBAL there and sometimes we pray to our Gods!

(CYMBAL! CYMBAL! CYMBAL!)

In this CHANGING WORLD, leave US alone. WotchagonnaDO?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

 Now, as I - a teenager - was sticking out my foreskin/DICK in the wind/lamenting a lost girlfriend - on a high hill away from prying eyes - once happy dancing on the "bough" and if anyone can tell me just what a "bough" IS or means.... this is where I run out of Words. Every Writer (I certainly) looks at their composition, and the composition - MEAN-EYED! -right back at U - just STARES? (Reach for the Whiskey!)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

(dedicato: Diane Striker/longtime resident in Hong Kong.)


It's called "Writers BLANK", a creative torpedo which on contact doesn't EXPLODE. There's no gravestone, no weathered marker, no "Doobie-Doo!" And "JA-Bitch!" An eternal labyrinth. It's universally UN-fair. Self-Pity walks in the door & U piss off your friends by the score. Heartbreak by a pen's comma" is a "Scottish Play" away! Inkwell-spill? Oh boy!!! A heart will tremble. (Maybe take a swipe at Main Street?).

Now, (all grown up) as I was walking, main street, SUITED, bowler hat on my head, swinging my sword albeit a jet-black umbrella, Regents St, -London or Trafalgar Square. A man of Position, vitality & zeal, a world, a MARKET of opportunity; to get a-head what's on offer, what's to STEAL! A mishmash of Deals, "bits & bobs", a house in the country, a Trophy wife? Yet the BLANK PAGE never goes away. That lingering doubt. In life's silence that Edvard Munch painting: SHOUT! So, a Napoleonic "retreat from Moscow" to rescue...of who U once were.

Now, AGED, retired on my estate in Corozal-Belize, as I was a "RAGGAMUFFIN", fell off the Doyly Carte-cake Tray... in some Savoy, Ritz Hotel which my credit card couldn't pay? I semi-implored Monsieur whoopsies to give me (a 'la Oscar Wilde) another day? Leastways I wasn't - Financial frivolities - outside of the slope. but my teenage love, a DICK can droop. A Writers BLANK, like Poe's "Tell-tale-Heart" never actually gets to leave U alone.

Hold that Thought. Just gotta an E-mail from Hong Kong!!!


c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Sunday, October 12, 2025

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "GO TELL the SPARTANS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Go tell the Spartans!"

TRAVELLER WHO PASS on by, our battlefields, our palatial ruins, destroyed ornate baths & gardens or a retreat cottage or barn in which where we thrived/survived, lived & died; a humble wedding and where we prayed to our Gods, a romance where young folks fell in love, where hopeful children danced, where we unfolded life's mysteries, told horror stories 'round a campfire on moonless nights? (Brutal stuff/raise the HAIRS on your Cats back?)

Where we conspired against Tyrants and wondered ALL desires, and friendships bonded or WERE betrayed & Clerks/Monks with pen & paper/frosted mitten hands notated all our past ways? Yet SHIPS  come sailing 'cross the seas, a "Sea-Peoples" to crush all that we Be, a song to be silenced, a poem to be erased, a Tyrants ignorance, an Intelligence-disgraced Yet ELECTRA-in the Morning, a St. Cecilia, or Joan of Arc, lone voices usurped by wolves, throughout the ages we still sing/echo their Song?

Stranger, Traveller, U who pass on by? Go tell the Spartans how we fought, lived & died. A Lyre or an electric guitar accompaniment, whatever your desire. Go tell the Spartans!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.