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

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

...JUST WHO/WHERE R THEY our yesterday's Ghosts who nightly haunt our dreams; what uncanny-diabolic, a river of regrets (?) flood our latter-day waking schemes? (I AM NO IAGO!!!) A Confession?

Just WHO R these ghosts of yesterday. We have robbed, flinched & indirectly murdered OR romantically " A BOUNDER" but why should we be hounded; certainly, not sent to the GUILLOTINE!?U didn't get her pregnant?

UNCANNY lies the map of a Man's MIND, it's twists & turns, its eclectic sinew that resolves: an altruistic or moral conflicted bind? Where & HOW yesterday's Ghosts fester, un-afraid to worry a Soul to the marrow, (Un-spoken/Mac-somebody by Shakespeare) a Scottish Play!

"OUT! OUT! DAMMED SPOT! My TITS MILK turns to GALL -Vinegar!" (Early T.V. Murderer's confession/Law & Boredom series etc. never used. Pity!)

And THERE we lie, awake at night. Not enough SHEEP to count & keep saying: "Not Guilty." In this supernatural existence.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

...I DON'T GOT NO MIDNITE LADY anymore; late at night she doesn't answer my calls: her REAL boyfriend is sometimes always at home? (HE, answers the phone!?)

I don't got NO "Witchy Way Woman" (Eagles-song:), these days, she don't answer her phone; not necessarily a heartbreaker: her lipstick on my pillow! (Her scent still fills my room?)

I don't got no Midnite Lady anymore but YEARS before, I was a Champagne-toast in a taciturn Love but then she became a Ghost? (A twilight of loneliness can usurp a Soul?) "Tra-la-la!" -Who she loves/where she runs?

She was a Midnite Lady, a Moths flight into My light, a sexual existentialist that dissolved in our night. A Midnite Lady no longer in sight. My Midnite Lady. My Lady of the Night!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Where our GLORY lies..."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Where our Glory lies!"

...EMANCIPATED KIDS, we Used to call them Rock & Rollers, BLUES MEN PUNK GALS, MOHICAN HAIRCUTS!! Punk Rockers! London! Trafalgar Square! But now? IN PERSIA/IRAN/AFGHANISTAN why would U even to bother to VACUUM/SAVE EM? What HAS their Geographical/Cultural SEWER become/"By the Rivers of Babylon, where we sat down?" ...Gold, Frankincense or Mer? A hidden shrine of Zarathustra!? Where the DIGNITY of Girls & WOMAN R CUT DOWN!!!

HIJABS wear SPIES, SPIES wear HIJABS! Wotchagonna-DO? And there was ME thinking "Cross-Dressing" began in the Bowery district, Manhattan, New York City or Weimar-Era Belin before the NAZIS started building Germany's Autobahns?

NO NATION can conquer a country, which, essentially in "Western European Terms" is a geographically CULTURAL INSANE ASSYLUM but their mountainous, on the GO Cuisine, chopped Lamb & Basmati rice is not to be dismissed? Cuisine or a national Football game will always reduce/dilute HATE & stop the bullets flying? (Middle East/Jews-Arabs/ conflict-thingy/funny how that works?)

Emancipated KIDS, aged 12, Emancipated HIJAB, whether they want to "infantile' get VIOLATED or not, don't play that ISLAMIC/Medievalist RAGA. It's a RAGA U don't or ever want to know! Your (girls) by an authorized (Islamic) Physician, will TEAR off your Clitoris so U will never feel a Woman's right to Nature Again.

RE-Reading the QUORAN, bestiality towards WOMEN I didn't note. ISLAM, at least in Western Countries; Get out of here before U feel our WRATH!....PAYBACK-Baby!!! (Sorry bout Dat!)

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix/"THE BUSKER!" (Apres, Picasso's - Blue Period - Painting; The Guitarist.)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/DAVE DELACROIX/ A.K.A. David Michael Oxley, age 70 on Facebook but still drinking like a Fish: "THE BUSKER/Street music-making MAN!"

(Apres PICASSO'S - BLUE PERIOD - painting, The Guitarist.)

"THE BUSKER!"

(dedicato to Sylvie in Freiburg/Germany.)

"The BUSKER!"

...HE'S NO GOOD WITHOUT A WOMAN, just the same without a WIFE! He's no good without a JOB, Saturday night, but he'll take that OPTION, go play Cards all night; it's nothing to him to shoot some Dice! Seroius callouses on his Guitar fingertips, no lipstick on his collar. His alibi.

HE'S NO GOOD without a BANJO making DUCATS on the street? And Hugs & kisses, smiles for everyone he's sure to meet? But HE'S "no good" without a WOMAN or he'd be living on the street! Old joke: Musician without a girlfriend? Homeless!!!

He's NO GOOD without a Woman, a symbol, Love's IDEAL on a plate? He never ever looks before he leaps into your life, into your heart. It takes a special -Machiavellian? - talent to conjure a tune which makes a fair Maidens Soul beat?...

There's an invisible/barely audible orchestration, a background serenity 'bout (Poet) Francois Villon in a den of thieves, "Fat Margot" or "This Brothel where we ply our trade.", or "Where ARE the snows of Yesteryear", "La Boulevard/Rue", a STREET MINDSET where anything, alas still goes?

.... But AS U know, he's no good, no good without a Woman. Playing a repetitive SONG after bloody same SONG, OUT THERE playing every Saturday night...A footfall/donating-public "fussganger"-zone constantly passing him by? -Yet some BELLA always in his mind. "Sans" Banjo, a broken Guitar, and in all weathers, rain or shine, sometimes the bleakest Winter cold - BLUE FINGERS ON STRINGS! -she, somehow is always on his mind...

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Mirror of History!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Mirror of History!"

...NEVER PUT IT IN WRITING, never - "Mein Gott!!!" chisel in stone, never feel too much loss when U R broken/past loves ALWAYS a-haunting: just carve her name - on a tree? - with Pride.

Never think U let her down or destroyed her illusions; maybe she too was reaching for something above U when in fact, within your own Life, past failed loves, you recovered in the round? Yet uncertain of this new love U have found?

And all the time, she too was always looking outside, but for you both, in retrospect, & a carnival of kiss-and-tell, joys & triumphs, rage/despair and all the chaos of LOVE IN THE AIR, yet with dignity, what little U have; carve her name with Pride.

In Love? Guilty IS Guilty, not one of us is innocent. We R all as guilty as SIN. Your reflection in the MIRROR belies everyone else's perception & GOD KNOWS what your Lovers see U AS, or they see IN U? (A Rockstar? The Band: "The Swinging Neanderthals"?)

Never put it in writing, never a hieroglyphic handprint on a prehistoric cave wall. Those pesky Archeologists/modern grave-robbers will try to make sense of your Life's Love! (He was a Hunter-Gatherer? /Probably tried having sex with a RHINO/S-how he lost his Test-Tackles/No Inter-net Porn back then.)

 THEY (Archeologists/Historians) will always overlook that tree in the forest, that personal Eden where pre-history's LOVE bloomed, then a kiss dismissed, a regret but later, a place of loneliness, a place in your heart where-in your Soul's divinity U carved her now forgotten...her name with Pride.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.  

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Catfish on the Bone!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Catfish on the Bone!"

(dedicato: Sarah B. Solo.)

"Catfish on the Bone."

(Singing:) DON'T LET THE COOL OF THE EVENING pass U by. Don't let the cool of the evening pass U by. Keep your eye on the prize, oh babee, U know the reason why? Don't let the cool of the evening pass U by.

Don't U ever go downtown-Memphis without Me. Don't U ever go downtown-Memphis without me. We'll go fishing, Arkansas-Green River: Cook Catfish on the bone! Don't U go down to Memphis, Tennessee, without me.

Don't let the Cool of the Evening pass U by. Don't let the Cool of the Evening pass U by. Keep your eye on the prize, cos' U-er the reason why, don't let the cool of the evening pass U by. Don't let the cool of the evening pass US by...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "...I've been around the World!"

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "...I've been around the World."

(Singing:)...BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK; U KNOW just WHAT-WHAT IS! U travelled the 7 Seas; U know a rogue wave's a-coming...when it's in your face? 

Been around the SCENE; thieves & (hippy-talking) gangsters, "de rigour" for Hollywood, wotchagonna-DO, your Life, an answer: IS IT? IS IT?

...Been around the World, I still can't find my Babee, Tropic of Cancer, a Capricorn lack of Mercy? See U on the Greyhound BUS, just where it takes us. Kansas City-Missouri is where we get dumped in a roadside, fast food lullaby.

Been around the BLOCK still going nowhere, veiled kisses & embrace, a hollow SOMEPLACE, an emptiness that resonates like a Cancer-benign, a parallax, a comfort that never lets U totally despair! 

c.2026. Dave Delacroix/Also known on FACEBOOK as "David Michael Oxley" (My Russian K.G.B. SPY name./No good now since I am now employed by the C.I.A/Facebook I.D. still good...I DO NOT wear a Triblby or a Mackintosh raincoat or speak COCKNEY like Actor Michael Caine, but IF I DID I would probably make more Money!)...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix (Double Agant!)