Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "To Kill a Woodpecker!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "To Kill a Woodpecker!"

(Après, To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee.)

"To Kill a Woodpecker."

...TO KILL A WOODPECKER (PUNK-ROCK BIRDIE!) IT TAKES Bureaucrats, Tax-collectors, Airport-Immigration-Nazis, maybe your - Time-keeping - BOSS in your job who prods/chips away at your DIGNITY like "Kleine" Austrian Corporals, Adolf Hitler; give Em half a chance, like a spider emerging from some dark corner who R apt to devour or order: "Quit drinking/polish your Franz Kafka shoes! Make SENSE of all your Blues!!!"

But I got nuttin' to worry about - in "The Castle" or "On Trial!" - which, strangely disturbs me. I got no gold-digging Babee hoping for a wedding ring. Somehow, I gotta KEY to the CITY in everyone's eye! Maybe it's (AHAH!) the money!? -That Hollywood envy, that 1,000 yard - "hello-goodbye" -stare; a PLAYER! A dude who no longer NEEDS to be there!

I got a "Moon over Sunset" (Boulevard), a kind-a meandering/winding freeway that billboard-backdrops your stepping-stone illusions of Fame OR a girl & boy in a famous poise, a symmetry, yet still out of reach, underground? -I ZIG-ZAG/WE ZIG-ZAG un-knowing. It's a perchance, a style that WE have. Witnesses, always fallible! Was he wearing Plaid or Blue? F. Scott Fitzgerald noted Success/Fame is an opiate/absolute greed; Hollywood is over-loaded with "Has-beens", that Hotel California, cliches just bleed!

I got nuttin' to worry about. It really OUGHT to piss me off! For ONCE I got NO money worries which, quite candidly, makes me laugh! Yet, RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!...I still peck at the Tree that gave me Life. As for the Mockingbird, the COCK'S CROW at dawn, the Typewriter drill of a Woodpecker, Nature's witness-observance of our Human Folly is unlikely to go away as freedom from necessity spirals into a Mind's unfathomed labyrinth...A Life spent. A Life wasted. The night is long that never finds the day.

"RAT-ATAT-TAT-TAT!!!"

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mad Dogs & Englishmen."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mad Dogs & Englishmen."

...THERE'S A CONCEPT IN MAH POCKET; there's an IDEA in my MAH HEAD? -The kind of, a "nature" that leads to true love or death? There's a Wish upon a Star, a memory that hasn't warped U too estranged -a benevolent smile so far, an altruistic/intelligent mental gyro?

There's a journey U completed, a high wind to Jamaica, destiny-Un-fathomed, a labyrinth of Sinew tangled up like wire that complexes our Reason, lost in an Islam Minaret's Cultish call to prayer - 5 times per day -; church bells ring pretty much sing the same song for fools & horse on par with Mad Dogs & Englishmen who - in tropic-climes - go out in the Mid-Day sun.

And all DEM GREEK GODS/GODDESSES who dally in the Mystic heavens R/will NOT be satisfied on NO account sympathize for this Earthly love which - singularly -U have found? Let the GODS/Prophets fight amongst themselves, turn off your Hi-tech-media, let us prevail FAR from the madding crowd? (Silence is Golden?)

There's a MINDE, a pocket full of miracles, a scattering of Diamonds in your head in that - always daunting - terrifying though lonely realm, that EDEN U have courageously discovered, full-knowing, to be sure: Earthy-LOVE can bravely stand its ground.

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Valiant."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Valiant."

...YOU DIED WHEN U WERE YOUNG, re-incarnated as U got OLD. Your valiant, those symbols of your Youth like trophies (GUITARS?) hung, gathering dust upon your bedroom walls...

... U disappeared when Love was strong, broken hearts U left behind IN SEARCH: El Dorado, a "Treasure Isle", navigation-confounded, a GIG no-one can Dice?

U DIED when U were Young, most folks DO & in-between U just GOT OLD, a Story, Regrets, nor confess to?

BEER: $54 (Crate)

VODKA: $39,

BUTTER: $10,00.

EGGS: $3.00.

Ans SO your Story's is told!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "UN-CUT DIAMONDS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "UN-CUT DIAMONDS!"

(dedicato: Reese Muuligan.)

"Un-cut Diamonds."

...Un-cut Diamonds, un-cut diamonds; your friends maybe now long since dead & gone? The thieves within your Friend-Soul's groove which in your BOOGALOO U cannot but, in memory, cherish, somehow for ever more? (No one considers themselves a FOOL, but your Altruism - a Genetic tool? - keeps your Pride intact?) Friends-Friends! 2 Years at most? Most friends die or give up the ghost! The ones who owe U money even sooner!

They came & went, a shoulder to cry on, their couch to crash on, a needy loan, a Buddy U could rely on? Their desperate, lonely sense of survival; may be U brought them joy, leastways, something U could offer them back? A GIG, a night on the town. Or an insight into whatever it was that made them feel like Outsiders? (Money in Youth is always tight!)

UN-CUT Diamonds who sparkle, DAZZLE your progress, your love of youthful life making every new day feel like FOREVER or at least something U ORIGINATED...till the money went South? (Penury. A Conquistador's epiphany: EL DORADO! Ponce de Lyons Fountain of Youth does not exist!?) WHO QUARRIES the mind for Life's splendors? That BORN-WITH or HOLLYWOOD LOTTO kiss? Still, LOVE makes dancing fools of us all.

Un-cut diamonds: Friendships, brotherhoods, cliques or Clans, those PERCIEVED Kings/Queens advancing without a Plan where-in U FOLLOW: "For England & ST. GEORGE!" (Just WHO WAS St. George?) -to faithfully follow into battle/Life's adversities, faithful yet blindly without knowing? There's a DIAMOND in everyone's head, but mostly it's sleeping, UN-CUT but awaiting that Day - Boys & Girls! -when it's Yours... (And YES!!! Meantime? It's COOL to get CRAZY!).

Un-cut diamonds. Like worthless pebbles on the seashore. Issac Newton (Gravity Dude) noted it's where we ARE and BEYOND there so much to live for, so MUCH to learn & in a "nutshell" there is FOR US - Get ya Boots on! - so much more!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Ex-Mombasa-Kenya/Africa/Dave Delacroix: "MALAIKA!" (Angel)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Ex-Mombasa-Kenya/Africa/Dave Delacroix: "Malaika!" (Angel.)

(This famous Kenyan Song I barbarously but lovingly translate for ALL our noble East African friends. ...Kenyan SWAHILLI language as HERE in Belize, the CREOLE language does not readily translate into English, nor retro perfecto! This/MY BLOG is famous for abusing PROPER ENGLISH - my fellow BRITS/Carrots stuck up their Upper-Class-Orientated-Systemic Literary ASS, I can only commiserate with for their ANAL evolutionary-prevailing Non-Lingua-Vision! "Alas poor Yorick!" -Dannish Bacon?)

"Malaika!" (Angel.).

..."Malaika (Angel), MakUpenda, Malaika! Malaika, makupenda Malaika! Angel, I love U, I would MARRY U? "Ningekuoa-dadda!" I would marry U. Not deterred by your lack of Fortune? I would marry U.

...Money... is troubling my Soul and I, your young Lover, what can I do? But not dismayed by lack of fortune I would marry U: Malaika! Makupenda Malaika.

Little Bird? I dream of U. Little bird and I, your young lover, what can I do? But not defeated by lack of Fortune, I would marry U any way, my Malaika. Oh, my love my Malaika, makupenda-Malaika!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

(après maestro John Barry's "James Bond" movie soundtrack: "Goldfinger".)

"GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

...GOLD-BLINGER! (WHA-WHA-BOOM!) He's dat CAT who don't give a damn 'bout U?...His Bling is COLD!

 GOLD-BLINGER! (WHA-WHA-BOOM!) -Who'll eat Caviar, or drink Champagne out of your high heel shoes...& never pay the Bill? He got NO Soul!

 -GOLD-BLINGER (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) -will sign your personal cheques & then scat faraway to groovy-groovy groove? DIS CAT is Bold!

(WHA-WHA-WHA-WAH-BOOM!)

,,,HE may come across AS SO SMOOTH but when he's on the MOOCH, he's got a heart of BLING & your lonely heart is HIS Song? Pretty girls, his meat? Fast cars, Monte Carlo, Las Vegas ...& Pussy galore? -U get Left Mummified in his Bling!?

GOLD-BLINGER!!! (Wah-WAH-BOOM!!!) Playing roulette, expect to be bled, a sacrifice & it seems U R willing to lose? - just for a touch of his "Bling"? DAT'S his thing?

 Gold Blinger! Gold-Blinger! (WHA-WHA-WHA-BOOM!) -for a LIFE U once longed. Your song is your Song is your Song. Now lost: His BLING is COLD!!!

GOLD-BLINGER!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) GOLD BLINGER!!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) GOLD-BLINGER!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) ....just U.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

(dedicato: Anne-Marie Yaccbucci)

...MULLETS, ABSTINENCE & FOOT DANGLING never got anybody anywhere but R SURE to change your World. The MULLET (hairstyle) takes - from SKINHEAD - a good month to cultivate where-as FOOT-WHOOSITS, pretty much immediate! The obstinate quorum of ABSTINENCE? -Sometimes your promontory left leg spasmodically climbs - without warning - up atop your right-side desk drawer! The "Office Bottle", bottom left-hand drawer laps UP your addiction full knowing it'll win the War!

...Mullets, abstinence, foot dangling, twix the THREE, a choice never takes too long. "I am not in Love?" (Joan Armatrading song). Persuasion? U-BETCHA!!! S-why I'm goin' for a Mullet! -Making your Mark these days lasts only a nano-second, a fingernail of FAME away. "Did HE who (Wm. Blake Poem) make the Lamb make thee?" In a TYGER's EYE, the Mullet, maybe. Stripes? Certainly. But at THIS point in your, ahem! -Dynamic? No stars in your eyes. Hence, opting for a Mullet?

Mullets, etc., what SEAT upon your GIG must rest? AFRO, DREADLOCKS, MOHICKAN, Mr. SMOOTHIE & that's just for the folks who've got some forelocks left!? As for spasmodic Foot-Dangling attacks, making love with your Babe, don't get TOO erected - someone might get injured! - & as for Abstinence, that's always for some later day.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.