Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Some of these Days/(Ger:) "Au München Tagen."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Some of these Days/ (Ger:) "Au München Tagen."

...SOME OF THESE DAYS when the Sun goes down? Some of these days when we're feeling Blue? Some of these days they come right up to U? -Some of these days belong to U.

Some of these days, try & catch a falling Star? Some of these days, no need to wonder just who we R? Some of these days, they come right up to U? Some of these days belong to U.

...Some of these days U look so scared? -Look into my eyes & I'll take U anywhere!...

SOME OF THESE DAYS when the Sun goes down, some of these days no need to wear a frown. Some of these days, the feeling comes right up to U? Some of these days belong to U: Some of these days belong to Me & U!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Lee-Shore of our Dreams."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Lee-Shore of our Dreams."

...THE FUTURE ALWAYS, SO THEY SAY looks brighter from the bottom of a Glass? -I beg to disagree! My own, personal REGRETS, ever needy would always desire ORDERING yet another (Dwinkies), make it a DOUBLE, U understand, to keep the Cold out? Even the Village Idiot, the Town Drunk is not bereft of some modicum of Logic? (Without VODKA, half of RUSSIA - no central heating - would be dead!?)

...Which is not easy to grasp for the "WOKE", Fascist NON-SMOKING-MADDING CROWD, AN(SY)NOMINOUS-ALCOHOLICS with their prescribed 13 STEPS, to swarth IN, their sense of aversion to re-affirm Societal "white bread's" great plan whilst some of we MISFITS Wheat or RYE, especially with our morning coffee look upon a new day, festive-a-la-mode!?

...Believe it or not...I have NOT exactly wandered like a Cloud nor ever second-guessed, stumbled, stuttered, tripped the Light Fandango to escape the commonplace cultural mire. But NOR can I accept/digest/drink the world's insipid SLUICE! Organized Religion/ Politicians/Tyrants will always see us as a threat? (We consider paying TAXES as optional!)

But: Acknowledged! Yes. The WORLD has to be a "give & take" survival. A RUGBY TRY to Love thy Neighbor, a respectful parity; if only EVERYONE, altruism- in - Spades! -would agree, adrift in Universal ORBITAL space devoid of GREED!

Yet like a Voyager a-sea: Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink? So thus, inevitably/predictably (?) surviving life's slings/arrows/prejudice, we find ourselves marooned (sadly LOL) upon an Island in the (Gulf?) stream; NOT the windward Isles but coming to rest upon the Lee-Shore, far from a Winter, WAR Cruise (?) Missiles or Classroom PEA SHOOTERS; so much U try to forget but rarely forgive...

... unlike so many, without, but for SOME (we happy few?) the Village Idiot, the Town drunk who somehow made it through? -now WITHIN... to bask upon the Lee-Shore of our fragile dreams.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/DAVE DELACROIX: "Une faun de la après Midi!" (The Faun in the Afternoon..)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Un faun de la après midi! /The Faun in the afternoon!"

...IT IS NOT YET UNCOVERED, a mental aberration/dislocation just how OUR BLUES comes Un-shoed: "Un Faun après le midi!"...A Faun in the Afternoon; a Nijinsky ballet, a Diaghilev-Ballet RUSS production! -To dance a mind into the moon? Bugs itching our skin? Aches & pains from within! A Cortisone cream, an Eau-de-Cologne, a Nose-gay of wishes! Love's broken-heart transplants no one can ever afford? And always an EGO, zigzagging of fortune's frustration!

It's not yet DISCOVERED, nor CAESARIAN-birth-protrusion, an "infective", a body of Soul who, sometimes, uncannily-adjectively becomes a temporary, the Ruler of the World? No Philosophers stone ever turned base metal into Gold! -though Fools & Funkers, ever duped, prevail? -This ROCK, PEBBLE, JEWEL, HOLY BOOK/QUORAN I show U - a donation/customary-expected will gets U 97 Virgins (willing OR un-willing) in the "afterlife & ensure your Immortal pathetic Soul? (Lucky if U get a Date/one-nightstand with an aging Camel?)

It's never EVER been deciphered/UN-explained why Histories LOSERS always get the blame within that SAGA of GREED in which, sadly all MEN feed, apoplectic, an "economy-size" illusive portrayed by a Nijinsky ballet; Une faun de la Midi. The faun in the afternoon. But when this THEATRE-curtain of LUNACY/lack of Cerebral-Development comes down & U rotting in the ground, Ballet-maestro but certainly a MURDERER, U will - in 3 generations time - unlikely to BE remembered. Perhaps a clay cup from which U supped; an exhibit in a museum?

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. (Pardon my French.)

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

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "(Marlon) Brando on Brando!"

...(COMMERCIAL) BRAND NAMES on BRAND NAMES, maybe a LOGO, a Cadbury's music-Advertisement: ",,,Everyone's a Fruit & Nutcase" (Chocolate) "avec" Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" soundtrack where-with U instinctively understand like a Texas Longhorn steer, once burnt, never forgotten, your HIDE/BRAIN once branded; Edith Piaf's song: "No regrets", a song U'll never ever ask a D.J. to play? (Less U. R. a Masochist.) But ya gotta move ON!

Still. A life-long TATTOO, a brand on brand, an Expressionists/Cubist/IMPRESSIONIST imprint/design U. R. NOT supposed to understand nor question its validity: "It's SRICTLY FROM COMMERCIAL!" (Frank ZAPPA) So U. just GO OUT & BUY the Gig! (Probably by the Case!)...

Yet if only U knew of that Industrial/Commercial "Street-Fight!" it took for an "O.K. CORAL SHOOTOUT" for that BRAND to get - Media - elected? It's always that Scottish Play which should never be named (MACBETH!), perhaps a FORCE OF EVIL; Richard III?

...He WAS a Yorkshire Man after all; "Shine out fair Sun!?" Probably was good playing Tennis, certainly Cricket? And History? Always a FARCE! No-one since records when, for his Court he hired musicians/Bands to play Medieval Cover Tunes? Even the DEVIL, we suppose has some lightest moments? Murder by necessity but keep the Plebes happy?

A BRAND on BRAND, Media, daily assailed. Some IMAGO-profound, some GONE, the Mind's wind? Whence scared memories quickly secreted to an abandoned attic room; that ignored BIC Razor, BRUT After-shave (for Men who don't have to TRY SO HARD) or Shampoo, or Gieves & Hawkes (Saville Row) or the MEN'S WAREHOUSE, OFF da PEG; yet it all comes down to "U": BUY! BUY! BYE!.. Cash or Credit?

Marlon Brando, Movie: On da Waterfront! -"I could-a bin a Contender, Charlie!"...But regrets they get U No-where! And as for the rich, the poor, thieves, devils or saints, our last-deathbed mortal words are NOT for our loved ones but some Media JINGLE we have been too much exposed? -"SIGNAL (Toothpaste!) PROTECTING! SIGNAL-CLEANING! FIGHTING TOOTH DECAY BY BRUSHING EVERYDAY!"

The DEAD don't, contrary to public opinion DO NOT immediately expire but carry with them a Media Jukebox of MEDIA VERBAGE into eternity which we can only suppose...chuckle the bones of the Devils or Angels awaiting? And, lastly, with all sincerity; wise or fool? The Contender? U & Me! And like MARLON BRANDON, "On the Waterfront" nevertheless show OUR OWN TRUR GRIT, facing Eternity: Will - it's in our Nature! - come out Swinging!

(F.Y.I. It rapidly came to my attention on posting THIS (Brando on Brando) that the latest fashion of FOLKS EXPIRING/DYING uttering: "I could-a bin a Contender! But not addressed to Marlon Brando's "Charlie". Sometimes it was to their loved one, and in one case the Donkey a carried his commerce-load faithfully, workday by day. But mostly, some Gal his wife had never heard of!...The Ladies? Contenders-ALL! They always knew how to keep a Secret!!!)

...And I SALUTE everyone of them!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

(après Bob Dylan lyric "up all night on the - New York City - D-train. )

"The D-Train."

...LOTTA STRESS IN THE WORLD, lotta nuttin' meaning nuttin' coming outta everyone's cowboy mouth! There's a lotta bravado, self-proclaiming, PATRIOTS, full of Twist & Shout!

 And there's a lotta ANXIETY, a lotta refugee-squeeze, a zillion of NEEDY who can't figure out: "Lend me a Dime if U please?"

Gotta a moment in CRISIS, could BE U or Me. Got nowhere to turn to. It's dark but it's clean. RICKY, don't U lose my Number! But when U need it U R never there! And these Pop songs, these "biscuits" only worthy, like a 1,000-yard stare.

Lotta STRESS just breathing on the "D" train every night. Will I see U tomorrow, like a bad penny, U just might...I ride the "D" train, downtown over to Coney Island. It's Winter, everything is closed. A shuttered Fun-fair. Just where do I go?

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix. (D.D. aficionados can listen to my Song: THIS TRAIN/Dave Delacroix on Utube/enjoy)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Into the POOL!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Into the POOL!"

(dedicato: Elizabeth Grant.)

"Into the Pool."

...WE DIVE, WE SWIM UNDERWATER, our charcoal silhouette/shadow in sunlight upon that swimming pool blue? -Breaststrokes, like out-sized Bullfrogs, occasionally treading water, like riding a bicycle. And presently - underwater, "bubble-silencio" - DEVOID of all memory for a minute or 2? I sometimes wonder if in this INSTANT karmic Amnesia, for Me, affects U too? 

-And with face-down, eyes wide open in this "splish-splash" choral; a childhood, a memory, a Kids first delight! A cheeky SMILE? Why is it we elect, like a lightning bolt in our minds, wreck less, we don't give a heck! To DIE INSIDE full knowing Safety is at hand at a hand reach away, or that kiss-"Goodnite!", that illusion, the promise of Tomorrow! ~ Does she/he love U 2? (Hand me dat towel, Honey? I gotta go to da Loo!)

And we dive into the Pool, we're nobody's fool, yet full knowing, we dive into the Pool, a sanctuary, an "Oubliette", a medieval castle's dungeon of TORTURE to brainwash captives. Yet WE now seek out our OWN Nothingness... As only a charcoal, a penciled enigma, for some moments, without anxiety, a frolic, our nano-shadow in the Sun, and for what it's worth: U KNOW where U can stick your views!  (GEE! I'm looking FWD to dat SWIM!!!)... BBQ & BREWSKIES! Y-all have a good time!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

...THERE'S SOMETHING - I WAS BORN WITH - in my EYE; a SPECK, a flaw that I can't get out/rectify. It worries my mind. A life-long handicap which sometimes U R apt to hide. Chain smoking & galoshes of beer & Scotch Whisky do their best to compensate. 

(My old MOM used to say: "All Artists R renown for having bad eyesight!?")

All MAN wears unspeakable shadows in the penury-pit of their unforgiving Souls. U should hear just HALF of these cretins, kneel-side by their mattress, nightly, begging a fictious Allah, Buda or GOD looking for redemption for enjoying brutal Internet Porn! -The pastimes of Priests, Imans, Rabbis & Politicians! Possibly, your favorite Uncle? (We tremble!!!).

My own story? I have "Canvasari" (an Arabian wagon train) across deserts & lands and as for the 7-SEAS, I faced mortality but survived, and in retrospect, sometimes, one wished one had died...but that speck in my EYE, my proscribed "Lazy Eye" would always urge me forward, despite this incumbent to somehow SEE.

...I witnessed, firsthand, POVERTY, the "badlands!", saw tragedy, degradation laid at my own front door & the HORROR of Man versus Man; I never ever VOTED. Like a Coward or a Refugee, I always voted with my feet?

There's SOMETHING in my EYE or in my mind. A legacy of something from the Past, something half buried, perhaps in my flawed Eye? ODYESSUS, post Trojan War just trying to get home? Such is a half blind man, no Smartphone, no G.P.S, adrift on an ocean's breeze. The Sun always rises. Maybe/It SHOULD be our GOD...Leastways, even thru my Lazy Eye, I perceive, it always arrives at dawn with a sense of glee!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.