Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix (Also in his "undercover" name, David Michael Oxley - old family name on Facebook): "Les Belles de Paris!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/A.K.A. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "Les Belles du Paris!" (Après poem by Francois Villon/1400s-dude.)

"Les Belles de Paris!"

...DEM GALS LOVE THEIR finery, their semi-concealed tattoos. They manage their lives like a corporation; do their own Taxes too! They Witter like ONLY Parisians do, an un-necessary flamboyance - an "eclair", in point, of all the Gals in the world? They OUT-TALK the lot! And, in my view, yours too (?), they got me stymied!

DEM GALS SURE have a good time? It doesn't matter if I'm there or not, they have that "joi de vie!". They R always planning a frolic or 2. (They hid my Tuxedo!) Where does that leave U or Me, happily confused, a tad outside yet, foolishly feeling blue? (WOTCHAGONNA-DO!?)

(Singing:) "TRA-LA-LA!" Ad-infinitum: The Paris Gals out-talk the lot! Dem Paris Gals out-talk the lot!...What's a poor GARCON to do?

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Sargasso Sea."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Sargasso Sea."

...WHEN THE WATER, GONE, DRIED UP, Oil prices plummeted, then, the SWIMMING POOL, the swim-pool owners thought they'd got this GIG-failed? A David Hockney canvas. An"A.I." Aquifer!!! A retro-Impressionist oil painting-smudge for your mind?

  When the Water dried up, the Champagne floated on an Ecco-illusion suggesting that those who owned swimming pools - would be alright.

When the Water dried up the MINISTRY (There's always a Ministry/there's always a MOLE, a Cabinet of Incompetence, a LEAK!) some "Gieves & Hawkes" tailored bureaucrat, 

...some sodomite (Eton Prep. school 0r Cambridge University deluge personality, robotically elected to the Houses of Parliament, a true Patriot: Patriotism? (Doctor Johnson!) The last refuge of a Scoundrel! -at some time, will always piss his pants.

When the WATER, gone, get thirsty. That READ (RED!!!) MARK MARKING by your Tutor in your schoolbook rule? When the snow fails to flood the rivers, to belch the ocean & and delivers your Sargasso Sea.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/8,000 miles east of Paris-France/Dave Delacroix: "Mlle (Mademoiselle)Maupin!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/8,000 miles East o0f Paris-France/Dave Delacroix: "Mlle Maupin!"

...Mlle Maupin? MY HEART IS BROKEN; a "Grisette" or famous courtesan? Mlle-Maupin U swirl through my society but when U leave, "Le Monde Fini!"

Mlle-Maupin? -historically, a famous O'Murphy who caught the eye of a French King, Mlle-Maupin, writer Theo Gautier captured your glory long after Casanova sent U to the palace of Versailles.

Mlle-Maupin, breasts naked, waving the tricolor on histories barricades. A Papillion, a flight above us all. Le Guillotine, never too far away.

 Mlle-Maupin, but now down on the Paris Metro: "Avez vous un-Franc?" But don't say goodbye, Mlle-Maupin: Your song-immortal! Mlle-Maupin? Don't go away.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize-next to Mexico/Dave Delacroix: "Night of the Cougars!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize-next to Mexico/Dave Delacroix: "Night of the Cougars!"

(dedicato: Leonardo Giannone)

"The Night of the Cougars!"

...NIGHT OF THE COUGARS, not a Gigolo in sight, just an incessant PURR, a Boy Scout Code -to "BE PREPARED", AC/DC, to freak out any Girl Guide/Uniformed of course! The "dress-code" of Martyrs has always been, historically debated; Rags, bejeweled. Un-frocked, De-Tux-ified (The Great Gatsby in his swimming pool?), the Knights-Templars! -who barely had time to bury their gold?

NO full moon, no Moon at all. (Bloody Werewolves - howling - abound!) That "Deutsche-Schwartzwald Forest Dating Agency", those mandatory neck "love-bites" schmoozing, a nod to Celtic RUENS (Nordic-Gaelic-Symbolic lingo) to piss off the Apostles who we believe, long since incinerated, crucified - latest news broadcast - outdated had gone, perhaps deservedly, to eternal slumber?

The Night of the Cougars, Black Friday, the 13th. And beware the Ides of March. (Funny old month/half-assed Winter/barely Spring), Nature's carrion call, domestic pets ever alert whence Banshees stir from their caves & Wizards-vibrant conjure incense & curse to mock logic & prey upon superstition, legend, myth and the ignorant darkness of the fragility of lesser minds: The Night of the Cougars! And yes! The dogs R barking!!!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now residing in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Where Termites fear to tread."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Where Termites fear to tread."

(dedicato: Claudine.)

"Where Termites fear to tread."

...DID U EVER KNOW NOTHING, ever confess, KNOW NOTHING at all? -No-one to talk to, clutching at straws? Did U EVER have NOWHERE, no place to go; Poets show U the signposts (to nowhere) then conveniently, skip away.

Did U EVER have Ambition then climb that hill? Do U ever question, alone, & U sit there still? And to peek back at the Valley, a comfort warm, was there ever a choice? Yet the schoolyard girls/boys rejoice, echoes-chorus in your mind: Cold Comfort Farm. A dynamic, but not exactly U?

(Refrain:) Where Termites fear to tread. Where drunken Angels at the tavern sing OF our mortal whiles & who's to say what rights or wrongs, Love Rape, brutality, sired, delivered our own singular song?

Did U ever know Nothing, nothing at all? No-one to talk to, clutching at straws? Did U ever have nowhere, no place to go; Poets (Dem BANDIDOES!) will always skip away: Or that Song of Songs, a divine embrace, and, sometimes, a place where we belong.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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.