Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix (awfully famous!): (Song:) "In my little Kibbutz."
In my little Kibbutz
where I found U?
In my little Kibbutz
my only True?
In the days that we dance
I dance with U;
In my little Kibbutz
my One & only true-Blue..
A WORLD in strife
a future, love or a knife,
a kiss or farewell
tomorrow brings;
Heaven or Hell?
In my One sacred World
just loving U?
In my little Kibbutz
Our love is True.
In my little Kibbutz
I belong to U.
c.davedelacroix, corozal-belize.
Our Buddy in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: Is ya Blue Mah Blue?"
Is your Blue my Blue, is your Blue my Gig, the one that dances madly, CRAZY, killer-twist, does it fandango, will it waltz into our eternity, GONE!?
Is your Blue OUR Blue or fade into "Film-Noir" murder, blackmail, betrayal, that cinematic song? Will it mambo, will it tango into our eternity: GONE!?
Is ya bluest-azure memory, only mine, or yours, shared upon a beach; the gentle waves ripple over our entwined bodies, usurping all conception, no yesterday, tonight or the dawn?
c. dave delacroix. nov 2024.corozal-belize. chateaux pelican
Our Man/dude in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Romulus & Remus."
dedelcato, sergei, r.i.p.
ROMULUS & REMUS
Romulus & Remus, founders of ROME; couple O Punks outta (?), ANNEAS, Trojan refugee never officially claimed paternity (Twins?); why would he? And heavenly signs? Tough BIRDS flapped ...in silencio...out of reverence, the LORDS of Island-Helene coughed, Virgins, as Virgins DO...frantic-masturbators are STILL being UN-earthed to give testament by Grave-robbers with College Degrees/motto: "Relax: Your trinkets R safe we US!"...their only purloined-mortal fame? But BACK to our Future! And WHO/where is CALIOPE (lend me your horn?), who sings of the SHE-WOLF, that eternal BITCH who succored 2,000 years of torture, slavery, continental holocaust, SPAS, Taxes & Civic Prudence? REMY & REMUS: No vaudeville act EVER had such historical ECHO or consequence...outside of ANY Man's 11t hour: The Emperor Marcus Aurelius dealing with those pesky Germanics, now todays Semantic Tribes in the Middle East, bereft of a Pied Piper to evacuate all their Children, away, to learn together to join & live in Peace? Bring me your horn Caliope, ARTORIUS (John Heath-Stubbs)? Lend me your Ear, (Shakes-dude), Romulus & Remus, the PLAY's the thing; a repeat of all known everything. Lions & Reptiles do battle.
c.davedelacroix/david mich oxley, poet-dude. chillin in Belize. oct. 2024.
Our Man in Europe, now Belize: Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley: "The Whistler in the Wind."
(dedicato: Ladies of Corozal-Belize, Elizabeth & Evonne.)
The Whistler in the Wind.
MAH SUSHI (in Los Angeles) sent an E.T.A. (pre-fresh/still getting murdered) Never showed up? My Chateaubriand texted me from the restaurant-kitchen FLOOR: "How'd U want ME done? Pulverized or bleeding?" And the LIMO I ordered, impounded by non-SMOKING "body-Nazis" WOKES! (Tricky Society 2024.) AND...of an evening...there's always a FRAIL, deadlier than the Male - methinks? - at the end of every Song: "Shaddup & die Young!" or "Drink UP & BE Somebody!" all wrapped in a KISS ...for your loneliest memory...the Whistler in the wind.
MAH CONCERTINA (in Belize) at Corozal's NATURAL MYSTIC: "Le Cafe", NO microphone/no MESSAGE just a TICKY-TACKY WHA!? And U find me past "sell-date" still on the shelf, same wrecks as we ever Woz STRUMMIN our hour upon Life's commode; different costume, different HAT, mostly foot-dangling, kicking, weekdays, Sundays, always breezy, always perplexed, always WITH a question; Oh-Lordy! And ALWAYS a "frail", deadlier than the Male, leading me On, toward? Easily led? Dick-before-Brain? All joyfully parceled and sealed with a KISS... for your loneliest "Deja-vu"... the Whistler roving in da wind.
c. dave delacroix, Oct. 2024.....My best RAYMOND CHANDLER-Speak Girls!
Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE: dave delacroix: "The Boys by the Lake."
...The Boys by the Lake didn't give much of a hoot. JESUS!? A GIG is a Gig? Prophet numero 20/Life after Death? Gotta ring to it! Pool Guys, Fuller Brush Salesmen? Tele-sales? SPAM!? Always some clown knocking on your spiritual door? Mathew, Mark, Luke or John? Where DO they get these names? WORLD PEACE: The Hatfield's & the McCoys? Never in a month of Sundays! PETER (apparently) had a REAL job. Caught/sold fish. The rest of Em, hanging by the lake, Galilee, STONED, scrouging off the Villages, looking like dirt: who would-a guessed their claim to fame, right time, right place? (The BEATLES!) Nobody played electric guitar but there U have it: if your daughter had brought one home U'd-a gladly passed him on to the ROMANS, lion-fodder for THEIR theatrical games which, oddly is what mostly happened to these misfits. Funny how that worked out. The BOYS by the LAKE's sponging-lifestyle now embossed in the annals of history, the minds of a zillion believers, a chapter in the story of Homo-Sapien, a nano-universe encoring, awaiting the spiritual conveyance of the NEXT bunch, a wilder bunch (?), some crew by a lake, to cork-screw into sundry base, the be-deviled, determined, in the pursuit of the ownership & control of his fellow man's Soul? Cry, WAIL U chanting fools. Mother Nature's Love & kindness vanquishes All. Begone U Fishers of Men!
c. davedelacroix/david michael oxley ON FACEBOOK too. Oct. 2024.
Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, UP-coming Posts!
1: "The League of POOL GUYS!"
2: "My favorite KIBUTZ!"
3: "My DIVA is Quick!"
4: "My GUINNESS is sweating!"
....watch this space.
davedelacroix, dealing with Throat Cancer-thingy. Will post-soonest. INTERNATIONAL HUGS; Y-all can FIND ME on my current Facebook Page: DAVID MICHAEL OXLEY for UP-dates on my PULSE!
Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "A Braid in Plaid."
ARI'S always right when she quakes & googles, nobody's right,
she struts & frets delivering "plat du jour" SWANKS-hips!;
gives U lip-service; better be kind?
ARIADNE too, RIGHT! Serving U TEA, lunch, diner,
a limousine? She UN-weaves-lets down from her tower, HAIR;,
a braid in plaid expecting U to climb?
A KAREN in aspic: dat "jelly", tits-twibblin-tits, mouth, MOUTH
for-swear from she comes? (Horatio dances across a Ballet-stage?)
"My lawn is dead!" she screams. "Gotta BE somebody's fault!?"
c. aug. 2024, dave delacroix, corozal, belize.
