Our Man in Europe/now residing in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Melancholy Mood."

 Our Man in Europe/now residing in Belize/ Dave Delacroix: "Melancholy Mood."

...WE AIN'T DEPRESSED (Johnny Depp?), nor hungry or thirsty, nor love-forlorn (I might wanna revise the latter re. Sylvia in Freiburg-Germany) but MOSTLY TOPPO as much as we're supposed to be when U lost that winning lottery ticket, back pocket of your Levis denims & stuck it in the washing machine?

 SHREDS! Shreds. A'la all the seeds we think we've sown, the best laid plans of mice & men, a dirge to haunt tomorrow's yesterdays, yet a HOOP-LA! -don't let it shade your horizon? (Momentary GRRRR!!!!)

Sampan? No Sampan? No super yacht to take U out to sea? We AIN'T "going under", we still gotta a smile like that long-distance hitch-hiker U once were, who just got a ride? YO! We're getting to SOMEPLACE, it  ain't no place at all, but it'll do. Yet without U, I'm in a melancholy mood.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Foot-Dangling in Paradise!"

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Our Man in Europe/now residing in BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "...Only the Moon."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "...Only the Moon."

...DO NOT FEAR my Child, my love, do not fear tomorrow's ill wind? Do not tremble. I will keep U safe. I will keep U warm; it's ONLY the Moon!

Do not fret my Sweet. Do not blanket-cloak your head to stave off Un-founded nightmares? I will lullaby U a song. I'll promise U Tomorrow's joy! As for now? It's only the Moon.

Do not SIGH my love, do not cry. We R on a Voyage of discovery: "LAND-O!!!". Our feet soon upon a distant shore; do we then command? As for now, it's only the Moon.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "DYLAN THOMAS BLUES!"

. Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Dylan Thomas Blues."

...NOW WHEN I WAS A LAD without a Thought below my kneecaps. bruised, bandaged, my Schooldays RUGBY fields knocked, wrestled, kicked SCRUM & PASS, score a "TRY!" on a Yorkshire Winters hard TURF was everything!

A mug of BOVIRIL, 

A RUGGER song.

 On that Rugby Team 1960s Chara banc: 

A  3 hour bus ride home.

...Now when I was LAD, Schooldays trips to London, sandwiches & a flask of coffee, 

Our Man in Europe, now in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix:

 Our Man in Europe, now semi-retired in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix:

,,,IT'S SO HARD, once again TO BE A SEX SYMBOL. U-Lady? U-Dude? Cosmetics bloody expensive; call me MAX FACTOR, Lanvin No.? I'll sell U a clown mask! On jet-plane flights they might come in handy when U need a disguise, an escape from your STALKER!

WHO WHISPERS your name on the wind, on the Internet; some CRAB-like Spider inviting, U oblivious, an entrapment, the Spider & the Fly, a Praying Mantis, Death-Watch Beetle, a Black Widow! That classic Venus Flytrap? to exterminate, usurp, curtail all your Tomorrows?

YESTERDAY'S most famous Stalker, Marcel Proust (French Guy/wrote: "Memories of times past", the one who actually STALKED his Past; but it couldn't last. HE, like his OWN existence expired. Yet generations still wallow in his Stalking pastime.

WAS HE A STALKER or just a frantic masturbator who couldn't let go of his DICK? It HAS, of renown, a German 1800s serial sex murderer asked if he would actually "ejaculate" at the moment of his execution, Religio-Martyrs burnt at the STAKE, this is not necessarily "on record" due to their Oral Infamy; Convent Sisters/NUNS doubly fled these scenes of "Purification" to re-consecrate their sacred vows?...

Our Man in Europe, relocated to BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "In my Solitude" (Après Song by Billie Holliday...)

 Our Man in Europe, relocated to Belize, Dave Delacroix: "In My Solitude..." (Après Song by Billie Holliday, Jazz singer.)

"In My Solitude."

...IN MY SOLITUDE - semi retired - I LAUGH my ass off, far from the madding crowd, autograph hunters, GROUPIES, all they want is a piece of U or "colleagues" to steal your fire? In my solitude I forgot the beginning that knows no end, a 'la the Night that never finds the Day; no mission, no crusade, that illusion/concept U learn in school singing "Onward Christian Soldiers!", worse too, schools of religion, politicians, CULTS who cannot thrive without a piece of U? Your combat Body-Bag awaits! No-worries. A flag over your corpse. Some Iman, Priest, Rabbi will recount your bravery, words U will never hear.

"Allah-Akbar! A-KHADISH, Ave Maria!" -Ancient Iconoclasts, historically did the best they could? (Bob Dylan: "Don't follow Leaders/Watch the Parking Meters!) ... Paintings on temple walls as Caravaggio hunting down a Papal paycheck, Da Vinci, Michaelangelo, Raphael stalling the evolution of Art History -GOTTA BE BIBLICAL DUDE! No Bosch, Bruegel, no Impressionists till the Spanish Inquisition had almost extinguished creative minds? "Allah-Akbar! GOD WILLs IT!!!" Or a Yiddish Kadish, the Red Sea Pharaohs at their heels? - A TSUNAMI saved the day?

In my solitude, Societies pathetic soliloquies of insidious "brain washing", some JU-JU Man, probably Islamic, could ever land U on any kind of an altruistic footing? Pre-arranged marriages, BRIDE-BURNING, Cervical-Surgery less a HIJAB Gal gets "frisky", do U dance the fandango "in flight" or with down-to-earth muddy feet identify, embrace protest this HUMANOID Night?...

...or succumb, cowered, worship a Fascist symbol, a Societal inferno of FEAR? That collective SCREAM, a solitude within solitude apparently pre-destined, within a ROOM where WE, UN-thrived, sneak on our neighbors, where we 'squirrel", where we LIVE...in solitude: to tear down the tapestry of our Youth.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.