Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Gringo Lane."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Gringo Lane."

ON GRINGO LANE, Limeys, Yank-Canute EX-PATS, lonely specimens, aging Men from Rock & Roll, Hollywood-career-Wars? Culinary half Mexican, served his apprenticeship in Lyon-France? A SARGASSO SEA, a Cultural debris washed UP on Gringo Lane. 

On Gringo Lane a libid, pre-skeletal Elephants Walk, where memory dies, Men's MEMORY tusks might be found in E-Mails to their daughters or the built/creation of a CATAMARAN, never destined to sail the Sea.  Just WHO, if I have not found Love, who can I be?

On Gringo Lane a guitar chord resonates, the hollow-horror of my tropical isolation resonates, my days R done, where-in I lay to pass these days....Maybe I'll get ROCKY to trim these damned palm trees? Will my LOVER ever come back again?... So I slip into the swimming pool... On Gringo Lane.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave Delacroix: LAURA! -The Naked City!!! (Screenplay/Narrative for future Corozal Short-Film Group.)

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "LAURA! -The Naked City!!!"

.... WALDO SLIT the THROAT of (goodnight:) IRENE. She had no time to compose a suicide note, all bets were off, leastways, a long shot. Her SCREAM wrapped in "silencio", a Chicago Raincoat dumped in the L.A. River? 

Lotta bad things happened back then in 1940's HOLLYWOOD, the BLACK DAHLIA, whores, gigolos, Power-Brokers, their grandsons, still there, a GRINDHOUSE of predators, "Weinstein" devils ROAM?...And mostly with limited culinary skills?

IRENE? Infact her name was LAURA. It was a Dumb-fuck WALDO (Film Director) who had killed the wrong Babe? She (LAURA) had, possibly, yet to be later STRANGLED....  

(Waldo:) " My Dear? If I cannot have U then no-one can!"

(Laura:) :OH!!! So who IS this corpse on da floor?"

(Waldo:) "Can I off er U a dry Martini...before U depart this life?"

(Laura:) "With an olive perhaps?"

(Waldo:) "Sophistication departs reality I fear?"

(Laura:) "The babe on the rug?"

(Waldo:) "I mistook her for U."

(Laura:) "Lucky for ME Waldo!? .... I strap on this ELECTRIC, BATTERY-POWERED LAWN MOWER. It'll take your head CLEAN OFF!!!"

(Cops bust in/arrest Waldo.)

(Waldo:) "Can I cop a plea!?"

,,,,There R 8 million stories in the NAKED CITY. ...THIS has bin one of dem.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix, Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a, David Michael Oxley...on Facebook): "DOUBLE-INDOUBTABILITY!"...the screenplay/narrative.

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Double IN doubt-ability!" (screenplay/narrative): DOUBLE-INDOUBTABILITY!

"Double-IN doubt-ability!"

"...At the Funeral they didn't sing they just whispered "Danny-Boy". They had hired a Scottish BAG-Piper - AWOL - he had Asmah -Kilt & All, a carrot up his ass, he didn't show? Not too many (mourners) knew the words, (Danny-whoosits) all 3.5 of them, the Priest, the wife, the Stiff's daughter. I hung back but we hummed, seemed respectful like a Greek salad after a gone-South SUSHI in a Maigret raincoat? Coupla' gawkers?...

Was it raining? Go figure. An echo of Baudelaire's internment too; an "Invitation to a Voyage?"...WHATEVER!!!

 There were TWO murderers at the graveside, Life Insurance profiteers. One was WANDA the deceased Wife, the other the Insurance-Agent, for "ACME-U-B-DEAD/We got U covered/Hope-not!? -Insurance Co." .... That would be Me? The daughter, now a penniless orphan. Some sauce-see=A? The Goose SEEMED cooked! Forget the Priest. Priests R always somehow Origami?

......In Cemetaries there's always a YORRICK, a newfound, un-earthed SKULL, a conscience or a John Donne's newfoundland-hooker-epiphany? But shame on shadows, what NOBLE/King can "Gilde", make ghastly ornate-GUILT'S Lily? It HAS been done!

GUILTY, brutal, hard to look a (daughter) penniless, fatherless Victim in the eye? As gentle as a Faun?....... Even harder to AVOID looking at my Co-conspirator/Co-murderer, the WIFE; eyes buried in mud mascara under a jet-black veil? Certainly, NO victory/no IWO JIMA flag-raise-HUZZAH!!! ...Dark Blankets, History, Scrolls? Murder prevails. Shakespeare BLEEDS this lyric?

We'd fallen in LOVE; her hubby was an abusive/cheap ass ailing BASTARD... And anchoring my heart, she had me round her little finger/HOT PUSSY, money, all the usual vices. She wore me down, So I succumbed & got on-board, fool that I AM, I joined Histories' wicked hoards? I'd WALKED out of the light INTO a passion like a blinded Knight. A Devil's Crusade. "La belle dame sans merci."

WE, WANDA & I, whilst he wasn't LOOKING, we threw him off the California-Zephyr -Chicago to L.A. (Big train/Club Car). He was D.O.A. when his head hit the RAILS/a Cargo-Freight train came along & finished the gig? After that we just met in Drugstores, accidentally but THEN the bitch wanted to "whack" the daughter! -She had INSURANCE on the Kid too!?  .. Guess what, at the price of my OWN liberty, my tomorrow, for my own SOUL ...... Too many ???? marks...Too many doubts?......U KNOW what I had to do...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EURPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The NEEDING!"

 Our Man In Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Needing."

(dedicato: Elizabeth Grant,)

"The Needing/Trouble is our Business."

IS THERE DISPAIR in your lullaby, that inner-cherish, that wrong gone wild, a tap-dance-universal which ICONS your zeal, a BHUDDA in your Liver, your Kidneys to wash away all sins?

Is there a lightning BOLT awakening your Soul that scares U FRIGID yet somehow makes U whole? Is there a "joy de vie" that; a dance thru Life, a majesty yet to define?

And Palm fronds grow as DO they shed, immortality, as an idea in your head?... Like the NEEDING for Tomorrow which sustains our pulse, a song, a poem, a tune, we thrive? As trouble is our business.

Is there a wicked rancor, a shriek of horror or laughter to shatter Life's determined Timeline? An ORBIT out of sync that no scientist nor philosopher can conceive? Coffee? High Tea? HAPPY HOUR! For I know we will always disagree?... Yet uncannily, unlike most Powers that BE....we TWO....live in Peace.

c.2025. davedelacroix. (Just bought some Chicken & Seafood to share.)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Sleep till Brooklyn, Pt 2."

 NO SLEEP till BROOKLYN, part 2

(dedicato: Carol Aniello.)

NO SLEEP till Brooklyn, gigs U wanna or don't wanna go. No sleep to Nirvana, that place, Curry-flavored, that drives U colonistically (WOW!) with desire? No sleep till Brooklyn, over the sea, a Fame or Holly-wood, some place U will never see. No sleep till Brooklyn, your Lady she lies, warmth, in your arms. No sleep till Brooklyn, there lays your WIRE. No sleep till Brooklyn, I'll rip off my shirt. No sleep till Brooklyn. under a Manhattan illusion shadow. PHEW!!!?

....On the OTHER HAND....We can always "Party" with a bottle of NIGHTRAIN on the Staten Island Ferry? Back & forth. There's-that?

c.2025. dave Delacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix;: LONDON ZOO, Regents Park."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "LONDON ZOO, Regents Park."

(dedicato: Rene Jr @ Natural Mystic Tiki-Bar, Corozal-Belize.)

Looks like I'm getting-a CAGING, no more a-wild rover, getting spoon-fed THROUGH BARS/ been biting at the Zoo's VISITORS, like I give a Maceral or a Monkey's ass? DEMENTIA-CITY!!! Guess, like EVERY PSCHO I can put it down to lack of infantile lactate suckling, financial-inability to afford prescription spectacles, a large foreskin, a lack of rejection-recognition; DAMNED If I don't qualify as a CEREAL-MUNCHIE!? (WOT!? No plastic toy in da box!? -I got robbed!!!). See wot a'mean?

SOooo-hard to roll a tobacco cigarette, when your hands, uncontrollably tremble (blame the Whisky!) and U try do it with your toes? Ask me another time to read your Palms, both of Em, when I don't have STINK-FOOT? But I can still baptize U in my swimming pool? WE R - STILL- the PEOPLE!!! (Song by Empire of the Sun). Every Song U loved goes with us to Valhalla! U cannot write them all?

Look's like, forget "all our yesterdays", all my TOMORROWS, they're gonna keep me in a CAGE, the CAGED-DAVE, $10 a-peep. Dementia-Central! Maybe he'll wag his tail? Signs & Wonders! And Angels or Devils transport to where we terminate, clothed in frayed riches in the final Court of Destiny? Better keep those fingernails clean, perhaps STILL a Princess yet to meet in that caged-lonely castle-tower we, alas, R destined to reside? As Hopes Pied-Piper leads a gesture of a bright Tomorrow. HOOP=LA. Fillet-mignon thru the cage-bars. My implant dentures sparkle in your gaze.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "Some of these days,,,"

Our Bloke in Europe/'Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Some of these days."

(dedicato: Greg Perez)

Some of these days, "au munchen taghen" (GER.) I will go to CATHAY, I will go, like Marco Polo to CHINA, that cauldron of Intelligence & rub shoulders with that DYNASTY of KNOWING?  One of these days I will RE-visit the days of my Youth, yet I will find only ASHES as we do. Sone of those days, love still beckons to a Yesterday, a Soul tug-of-war. Yesterday's shoes, yesterday's clothes, a MUSEUM of memory now laundered into infinity, beyond recall like an old "Selfie"? Where's ya BELLA now!? -U ask; sometimes too, SHE asks the same questions -Lonesome just like U? Some of these days, a Summers rain; despite ALL U feel like U made it, whatever that IS. Some of these days, maybe I WILL go to CATHAY. I will go to China. Tomorrow is all 'bout meeting new friends & the gift of your spirit shared. Some of these days my friends. Some of these days. To Cathay Someday. That ship awaits. And Tomorrow's shoes!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.