OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley -on Facebook-thingy:)....Screen play for new movie: "FIVE EASY -PEASY!"

 Our Lad in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Five Easy-Peasy!"

Narrative whilst "K" is sailing into the ZAMBONI estuary.

"WHY I undertook this strange commission, perhaps thru penury & social advantage, yet had I known!?..."

"Herr K, on recommendation from the highest levels I am instructing U to seek out my husband, the Count/Baron Alphonse-George von Hausfonsteine-Kurtz, presently - by latest reports - active in British East Africa, possibly ALSO, so I am told, upriver in the Congo? We R not certain of his SANITY, his responsibilities over our vast industrial holdings and my DIVORCE papers not least require his immediate signature. Therefore I commission U to locate the Count/Baron. I enclose recompense & a reward awaits your successful mission. -Countess/Baroness Antoinette-Maria Von Hausfonsteine."

(K arrives at riverside landing/Bar)

"IS THERE a DOCTOR HUNTER here?"

(Barflies all point:) "HIM!!!"

"Hello Dr."

"U-"K"? ..."I got a wire from the Countess/Baroness by the DRUM TELEGRAPH 2 days ago. Their percussive punctuation is atrocious! Bloody WOGS!.....MAKUMA!" - he holds up machete/ Makumba grabs it. They walk into the jungle.

(Back at the river/canal:)...Dr H: "These boys will paddle U up river. I can go no further. More than ONE white face in these parts & the DRUMS will start to beat!"

(Images/People on the river journey:)

(Photo-guy:) "Well U know - a-la Christopher Walken - KURTZ is a bit Psycho. This Bicycle-thingy, the natives love him but, YA KNOW, he's kind of weird, but he HIS cool, he kind-a exhudes kharma, but I'm kind-a scared of him? He lets me shoot Heads? And at some point I think he'll let me go? It's ALL groovey?"

(Finally meeting KURTZ sacked out in some jungle hell...apparently managing a BICYCLE REPAIR project/He's nuts:)

"The Baron/Count KURTZ I presume?"

"Wass ist lose!?"

"I bring documents..."

"How is Munchen-Gladbach doing?"

"Munchen..."
"Munchen-Gladbach Fussball team!!!"

"...Er...I think they got relegated, 2nd division?"

"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"

"But the Countess asked me have U sign....."

"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"

(Kurtz immediately expires.)

(Back in civilization with the Countess:) 

(K:) "Contessa, Mlady, I have to sadly report the Baron "et Morte"

(Contessa:) "Did he have any last words?"

(K:) "Munchen-ah! Only words of undying love for U."

c.2025, Dave Delacroix. EURO-AISIAN friends, feel free to USE THIS for a take on Joseph Conrads novel, HEART of DARKNESS/Apocalypse-Now Movie. WE HERE in Belize going - I hope/cinematically - Gangbusters!!!

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Mah Big Bambu!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook:) "Mah Big Bambu!"

(Tra-la-la:) OH U! Driving me crazy!

 What should I do, mah Big Bambu? 

U!!! -making me lazy. What should I do, mah Big Bambu! Mah Big Bambu.

The Keystone Cops R after me, I got NO-where to run? I'm knocking on your big Ol' door, would U please let me in?

OH U! Together we're Hazy, WHOTCHAGONNA-DO, gimmie a break, mah Big Bambu?

O LOVE, a curse or a blessing, mah Big Bambu?

(Baritione:) Mah Big Bambu.

(Tenor:) Mah big Bamboooooo!?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix by the river side. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Chill till Brooklyn."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Chill till Brooklyn."

NO CHILL till BROOLYN, late Saturday night? No CHILL, what U got in your Purse, a Credit Card fright? Some Lanvin No.9 lipstick maybe? No Chill till Piccadilly, Trafalgar Square, thar" no cheer" we tragic-HUGS when Love's gone to ground.

NO CHILL till Brooklyn, no Chill to Queen's, and as for Manhattan, no whisky, 5 Beers too late. An ILLIAD, an Odysseus, a journey, a thing UN-seen, UN-perceived, UN-conceived as the GOD'S dreams unfold to confound, we mortal's schemes. A wisp-in-the-willows; Love's BADDABING! A fairy tale?

No CHILL till Brooklyn. I'll drive thru the night!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Return of the Native."

 OUR Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Return of the Native."

...WHEN I WAS reasonably INSANE, not a care in the world, I YAKED the YAK I talked-Untamed; when I was the Village Idiot, protected by Community shame then IN I walked in God's golden fields?

When I was a MISFIT, a Tatoo on your arm, when I was a REFUGEE, I sang in the dark, but UN-like U, I got to come Home!

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix.David Michael Oxley -on FB: "The Nightlight."

 That NIGHTLIGHT in your Need, the Nightlight, one lone light bulb. The Nightlight on which we feed, that nightlight we all need. That NIGHTLIGHT, that Rock & Roll, the Nightlight upon which we feed.

A Candle isn't worth the handle, lost it SO long ago? We got the Nightlight, a fright night; we got a seed to sow. And a song's a song, a life can be long, a LOVE can belong to U?

That Nightlight, when Love opens her eyes? Yet lost so long ago, I got the Nightlight, WE got the Nightlight, sometimes in our Song.

c.dave.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Canzone!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Canzone!" (Song)

HE WAS a drunken old man, a Man with a song, a catastrophe, a whisky galore. He was a drunken old man who saved your Folklore, a herald of yesterday's past. He was a drunken old bloke, the village-joke, a Gal. HIS Lady-a Witch burnt at the stake. But a drunken old man without any plan, what threat to U? And U stoned him to death, or he died, lonesome in a ditch; strangely, all the young kids, his friends miss his muse. His story gone for evermore. He was a drunken old man, a black & a tan under God's heavens roar.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Meow! -PURR! -cycle,"

 Our BRO in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "The Meow! -Meow! cycle."

The MEOW! -MEOW! Cycle.

DO NOT PURR GENTLY into this good night, betrayals, assassins, skullduggery, bastards everywhere, I promenade down NYC/5th Avenue, tailored suits on their cellphones/blank stares, your LIFE isn't worth a whoopsie, your Kin (no Green Card) in Jail/Deported. DO NOT U know what? An Alfred Hitchcock HOUR, that wrenches your spine, hour after hour, to twist & turn, civilization's spleen, the NAZIS, Trump's ICE-MEN? For dessert, strawberry Ice-cream? Can they ALSO deport your Mommie? -wait Germany/1933 and see!

c.davedelacroix.2025