Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Man on the Eifel Tower!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Man on the Eifel Tower!"

.... THE EIFEL TOWER & ME, feeling small? YUP! Inspector Maigret hot on my trail -but I was feeling guilty, everyone in PARIS somehow feels guilty over Baudelaire, or the duel twix Verlaine & Rimbaud not to mention "the Man in the Iron Mask"?

(Relax! The latter idiot was compensated!)

The Eifel Tower & Mio, an antiquated icon/imagio who, film-noir-over-shadows/a STILLETO-skyline pierces our Coen Bros. majestic Manhattan music backdrop; did anyone ever get out of the BOWERY, New York's "Hell's Kitchen" maimed or leastways, escaped with a walking stick? (Health-Care-thingy.)

...Generation after generation, now Tourist after Tourists, money layered upon money, folks just living the best they can... "CBGB's/Beirut Cafe?" N.Y.C.

"Dans Paris!" Immortalized by Degas, Renoir & associate Absinthe-aficionados (Pour quoi?): How does it go atop with only a creaking clutch of words, seminal-worthless in the eyes of our franchised World, that casino "one-armed-bandit", infinity favors fortune! (Craps, Roulette, 21!)

Like the man atop the Eifel Tower who perhaps NEVER but must decide to thrive or jump & die. The kids down on the ground: "Mama, I just saw a man die!?" -"HUSH. Wipe your nose. Keep walking along..."

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "She got BLING!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/a.k.a. David Michael Oxley -on Facebook: "SHE got BLING!"

(dedicato: Carol Aniello.)

"She got Bling!"

(Song:) SHE GOT BLING! Everybody says so? She got Bling. I DO believe so....SOooo happy U R mine, your Bling in my mind. She's got Bling; the World is her Oyster.

She got Bling, the people adore her. She got Bling; all thru the night? She got Bling. The boys scramble for her attentions! So happy in Time. So happy she's mine...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now residing in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Silence of the Lambs!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/ a.k.a. David Michael Oxley -on Facebook: "The Silence of the Lambs!"

"OH-SIRIUS!" (Internet public Q & A. lifestyle APP). Maybe there's One for broken hearts? "OH-SIRIUS! Where do lonely hearts inter-network-sad-saps like me go? -But GOD-FORBIDS, whoever THAT CLOWN IS; whotchagoona-DO if U want to tear off your HIJAB? (98 Lashes!!!?) or condemn Sharia-Insane-Law? 

"OH Sirius!  can U direct me; who should I contact/synthetic BIRD-CALLS or indirectly connect with some Pakistani HACKER (why R they - it seems - ALL Islamic/Pakistanis) who'll also seduce me for my bank account number, strip me clean/later to locally GROOM my - sex slave - teenage daughter? What KERNAL of EVIL groomed THEM in the first place? (Islam? Or just ground dirt greed?)

"OH! SIRIUS!" Do my Internet questions/innocent requests expose me/my Kids to ISLAM-TERROR, the cultural decline of (Even Cricket!!!) the destruction of cultural-International Trust; historically, when any which way, philosophically, was just "life's WICKETS" just WAS!? Or this "OWWZAT era of Western complacency?

"OH-SIRIUS, Internet/Computer/A.I. Maybe OUT THERE an APP for Broken Hearts; some careless Gals, out there on a lonely Saturday night on a British street. Un-afraid, in anticipation of the Spring of Life that THEY should expect to greet? 2026-OPEN SEASON on a mini-skirt blonde or brunette who night ventures into a Pakistani-Islamist night! (Muslim-Open Season on our Lady Fashionistas!)

...I HAVE a few IRANIANS, well-educated buddies, both, in their college years, penalized for not adhering to strict Muslim Laws who found a gig in Western Europe finally. But I will never understand WHY they don't raise their voices against the MEDAEVILISM in their own Country where GIRLS R deprived Education/civil emancipation? Why does that not matter? To THEM!!!

ENGLAND, under the threat of NAZIS/TYRANNY, we built a SPITFIRE/fought back!!! Islam, now invasive in Europe as now abandoned the MIDDLE EAST SEWER they made? Now we have ISLAM, 250,000 U.K. girls/WOMEN assaulted. (I guess the Pakistanis got bored with Cricket?). My Muslim friends. Reticent. (???). SHAME!!! It's NO LONGER a game of polite Cricket. Like letting HITLER rule the World. Your Silence is your SHAME: -The Silence of the Lambs! 

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

...DO U "DO-DA-DOOBIE" in the morning? Do U "do-da-doobie" at night? OR...do U do-dah Bossa Nova, under the moon? Or, at midday; make the Sun go crazy!

Do U Mambo, Jumambi, Ju-Ju-karma? Do U LIMBO under the sky? Do U intestate-kamikaze, that inner spasm, just never wondering why.

Do U cleanse your Soul, a cerebral Tsunami, to feel that U R sometimes worthy, sometimes whole? Is it necessary to go shopping to get out of this groove;

1) Bambu/cigarette papers.

2) Case of Milk.

3) Tobacco.

4) VINO!

5) Bug Spray.

6) Chutney, to garnish Samosas.

...And Uncle Tom Cobbly & all!

Do U DO-BE-DOOBIE in the morning, at your laptop or on the street?  A Jumambi. A VOODOO! That worm in the bud/the turning of your screw. Would anyone understand except, maybe, some stranger U have yet to meet. That yeast in the air to ferment/focus on all, alas, we still feel is missing.

OK!!! Back to shopping:

1) A Pink inflatable Giraffe! (Life size)

2) A 45-foot Yacht!

3) Solar powered LEAR JET.

4) Unlimited supply of Madras Curry powder!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Ode on Indolence."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Ode on Indolence." (Après poem by John Keats.)

...A-MAH BIN WORKING ON MAH tropical (Belize) morning chorus-bird calls: "Coo-whoosits/CAW-CAW/Swoop=SWOP, Crack-a-fricking too!!!"; also catching up on my foot-dangling & trimming my MULLET (hairstyle). This doesn't leave me a lot of time for "indolence".

...I've been busy, managing/delegating in monosyllables to Rosa, Villa-housekeeping, Gerry, swimming pool maintenance & new kid on Campus, Kendrick, our Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa compound landscaping dude which does not leave me a lot of time for "indolence".

I'm even getting complaints for my absenteeism @ my Corozal-Belize local bar, the "Natural Mystic"! ..."Where's U bin? How de doody?" etc. fully knowing they're blasting out (song) Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic"/one of my faves. And WOTCHAGONNA-DO, flip-flops instead of (Irish?) Brogues. Out here in the tropics, not a lot of time for "indolence".

Predictably, folks like me get a lot of Hate-Mail. They don't see what WE see, back-to-back bicyclists on a sandy street/we call it GRIDLOCK or standing at a Belize bus stop, sharing with a BZ Matriarch loaded down with groceries/we call that OVER CROWDING & if there's tumbleweeds blowing around the local mini market aisles, ya KNOW ya getting chiseled; alas, "indolence doesn't stand a chance! 

I've been -so-so working on my tropical bird calls, catching up on my foot-dangling & trimming my Mullet, and righteously, I'm sure you'll agree. Indolence is a MOOD-THINGY that needs to get a hold of me! But maybe not yet. I'll get back to U!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "...At the Gringo Bar!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "...At the Gringo Bar!"

(dedicato: Rene Jr/Rene Snr @ the Natural Mystic Pub, Corozal-Belize.)

"...At the Gringo Bar!"

...AT THE GRINGO BAR WE only talk to the Bartender, we never confess (Why should we?) or to our Priests; we only spill the Beans to fellow drunks, hitchhikers, highway encounters, never-likely to confide in Lovers-close. (E-Mail is SO passe?) "I left my heart in San Diego; holler back?"

We only talk "facia-a-facia" to Strangers, hoping it will "OUT-WASH/RINSE" our Conscience/GUILT (?), that "sang-froid", (OKLAHOMA WINTER), cold, the rot that resides in our Souls; Gold, Mir & Frankincense; a Curry where all myths, religion, redundant theology BOOGALOOS in your mind? -Keep those drinks a-coming!!!

We only converse, eloquent, raw-thirst, as our HUNGER becomes a DUST BOWL, ashes to ashes/funk to funky, nothing left, that ECCO-Holocaust, whence Kids once wallpapered their sad-Shack bedrooms with Newspapers, made dresses out of patterned flour sack cloth, devout in their FAMINE, no Banjo on Campus/no Charlie Chaplin in sight?

As with the Gringo Bar. No grapes, no wrath! Just a hopeless sojourn. A lame Crusade, a transmigration, Knights-Templars, Black Fridy (13th). A BUDWEISER NEON flickers. A Natural Mystic that labyrinthine's U into your own personal oubliette! At the Gringo Bar; a sad final retreat, for so many, a forgetting: (HAPPY-HAPPY!!!).

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "ROMEO on CAMPUS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Romeo on Campus!"

(It's a Song/Music-thing.)

....NO REASON TO get lonely, no reason to just get PHONEY! It ain't no crime...to fall in love.

No reason, no vivid adventure; wotchagonna-DO: (fill in the .......blanks!)

...NO SENSE, no sensibility, no way of looking, U sometimes SEE the world upside down?

No reason TO get lonely. Ask me? -The World's way too phony. But like your average SAD-SAP (Just shoot me!) I'll fall in love at the drop of a hat!?

No reason to get lonely. No reason to BE PHONEY! It ain't no crime to fall in love.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.