Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Walker!"

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "The Walker!"

...I GOT A WORLD on my Back consisting of a Sleeping Bag, a change of clothes, a (foodie) Curry-mix for cooking over a backwoods midnight pot fire.

I got a World on my Back; a bicycle, mostly I walk alongside. The Bike? It carries the "walkers" survival freight.

I got a World on my Back. I Pit-Stop at pubs, taverns, Bars/Cafes. I'm always - seemingly - eyed with suspicion. Ergo, I never leave a Tip.

I got a World on my Back, a Back that once knew a cesspit of executive/industrial fools. 

Now I got a World on my back, faraway, as light as a balloon. And I'm walking to da Moon!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Salami with Parmesan Cheese!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Salami with Parmesan Cheese!"

(Singing:) IT'S 4 IN THE MOURNING & once more the dawning; it'll keep, just like World Peace? And AS for your "dynamic", your WOKE ISSUES, your place, this GIG in which we sleep, got NO business sharing with U.

It's 4 in the morning, I got no emotion, Wall-to-Wall and AS for the heat of the night? My story BALLS, like a rolling stone and - yup! - there's NO end in sight.

(CHOIR SINGS:) Who woz dat MASKED-MAN, that phantom of Love's great desire? -Alas, NOBODY other than a fool...who wore your OWN worn-out shoes? (Why IS IT the answer always disappears!? -a bunch of COBBLERS?)

It's 4 in love's mourning yet the Sun also rises & dat first kiss to mirror, your heart's desire of the MAN U thought U'ed might BE; Salami with Parmesan cheese. A potpourri of Love's history. (CHA!-CHA!)

(Second THOUGHTS of course...R always on the Table!)

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: ""...Where have all the flowers gone?..."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Where have all the flowers gone?"

(Song:) ...WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE -long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone long time ago? -Gone to Market to pave Paradise! -a mandrake root for everyone! -when will we ever learn; when will we ever learn.

Where have all the young Men gone, long time passing? Where have all our young Boys gone, long time ago? -Gone to join the CULT-ISLAM, full of HATE no peace on Earth; when will they ever learn, when will they ever...SHALLOM/SALAM-A-LICKUM! ever learn?

Mary-Mary how does your garden grow? Mother-Mary I witness your frowns in sorrow? Where have all the flowers gone, gone to the psycho-cult market where now evil grows.:

(Singing/old English Naval song:)"DEY GOT NO CEREBRAL DEVELOPMENT! No Cerebral WHOOSITS! And the Bible tells me so!!!"

...Where have all the flowers gone; long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone; long time ago? -Gone to Market to PAVE Paradise: When will we ever learn? When will we ever learn...?

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DETOX!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DETOX!"

(Singing:) ...I AIN'T GOT DAT DAMN WHOOSITS anymore! THINK -the Blues without no shoes or your Mammas cookin without chilli? I ain't dat whoosits anymore.

I ain't got no BOOGALOO. I ain't got no Boogaloo. I pawned my guitar/w-Soul, got $29 (no alligator purse), seemed like a good deal at the time, bought me a bottle of "Nigh Train" (fortified wine) & slurped it, back & forth on the Staten Island ferry.

I ain't got no needles, NOR DOOZIES on my arm. She left me for some other suckers' wallet/charms. And I ain't got dat whooses anymore. Every cloud (LOL) has a silver whoosits!?...

And my hair going gray (wotchagonnaDO?) I still place a bet or 2, yesterday I bought a new pair of shoes bit I AIN'T got DEM WHOSSITS anymore.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Life on a Sweet-Roll!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Life on a Sweet Roll!"

(F.Y.I.: A "Sweet Roll" here in BELIZE is a family staple; a bread bun we love.)

"Life on a Sweet Roll."

...LIFE ON A SWEET ROLL, ham/cheese atop & a glass of Champagne & U can wear a High Hat?

Life on a Weekend, a date-night kiss in the dark; that fireworks' night ZING U never forget.

Life ON a Sweet Roll, Belizean-style: A samba, a boogie, a walk down the aisle?

Life in the making until it somehow disappears; life on a Sweet Roll: But never!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "MOJO-LAMENT!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mojo-lament!"

...GOT MAH MOJO WORKING - these days? - mostly in the morning, the light of dawn. 

...I got a ZILLION excuses just why, just WHY I was so blind?

These days: NOW! I'm "auctioned-off!" in some rusted-Used Car lot; the CLASSIC I used to be.

...Still. Got my MOJO - in the morning! My afternoons, a highway cruise.

But wherever these days I'm driving my Motor still purrs as if running to U.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "BRIGADOON!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "BRIGADOON!"

...(I say:) EASY ON THE PARMESAN, it dries up the Pasta sauce; the Linguini will wave its own white flag. AND do NOT go with Habaneros Chilies into that Curry night? Your dinner guests, around your elegant table: A petrified Forest!!! (Poor charred bastards!)

CUCINA (Kitchen) "weekenders" abound including their USE & ABUSE of Garlic/Cilantro, menu extras like Seaweed or "Heart-ti-Choked" laced Colman's mustard which CAN, ahem, prove FATAL; husband-deaths by avaricious Spinsters - I'm sure - Sherlock Holmes uncovered many a Case? GASLIGHTING, in its Societal-infancy I fancy? An Escargot here & there?

And don't get me STARTED! -On Agatha Christie who DID try to be discreet for long-suffering, working class housewives, specifically, non-aristocrats, whose husbands, cantankerous, who, Mill slaves/Coal Miners, whined-abused, probably drunk who "brought home the BACON."

And LESS said 'bout DAT! Bacon, anyways, ignited their Colon Cancer! A Victorian-Age Pathologist's "misty-fiable-conclusion!" Islamist would consider it "Infidel" retribution. Their Widows/with Kids escaped back to the country!

Yet WHO!? (Reiner Maria RILKE, German Poet:) IN the Kitchen, maybe CONNECTED to the Order of the Angels (!?) The ORDER of the GOLDEN SPOON!!? Those white-winged/fluffy/Cats when I CITE THE BORGIAS, culinary-poisoning - de rigeur - or the TIP of a SWORD to dispose of HAMLET; a "Mission-Impossible" ("This TAPE will self-destruct in 30 seconds!), HISTORY'S ENCORE! A bleak silence.

I Just made some SOUP! It's call BRIGADOON! Named after a Scottish Legend, a mystic Country, that only comes, once of a Winter's Year. My SOUP! It's my own recipe. Anybody hungry?... A THOUSAND-YARD STARE & I'll know, Brigadoon; you'll be welcome there!

c.2026. dave delacroix.