Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix, the Cancun Diaries, No. 5: 2020!

 

Our Man in Europe...Mexico...davedelacroix, the CANCUN Diaries, No. 5: 2020. TWENTY-TWENTY!!!

....IN 2020 EVERYBODY didnt have a Cold, everybody was Perfect. ASK the Bastards! January, everybody was REAL GOOD at playing Spanish Guitar, playing the Facebook-WAZOO, making a SELFIE-VIDEO and Snappies of their Recipes, CATS, taking out the BIN mostly, and Cold-Emotions, kidnapped by UFO-s -with the CAT under a pastoral sunset whilst Uncle-s tenor Sax wailing in the background begging for a deal with the William-Moron-Agency, situ. that Concrete disaster In-land from Santa-Monica, California where Reptile-tentacles put Coronovirus in a B-Movie shade and  U-tube-self loathing gets carried away apart from Conscientious Kids picking up the crap most folks chuck out of car windows/trash pristine beaches, put it in baggies....in 2020...on-going, always Un-sung!

IN 2020. WHOO-AH! Presidents, like Girlfriends, like Guitars! They come and Go. Who-s to SAY what the GIG is. It IS, yup, IZ wot it IZ. That birth, that kernel seed, that depression, that DESIRE, that Need. And WHO-s to CLAIM the perception, that double-helix of Understanding which undermines THIS  HELL we have made and sends promptly, our ASSES back to Nature-s way! A couple of Volcanoes! Don-t hold your breath. ATTISHOO!!!...Like shaking off a global POMPEII cold! It-s happened before. Ask the Dinosaurs!

At the beginning of 2020, nobody...sniff-sniff...had a Cold....

c.2020, davedelacroix. cancun-Mex. Off to da beach manana.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix....All the Fiona-s and Other Tales, 1 to 3.

 Our Man in MEXICO, dave delacroix... ALL THE FIONA-S and Other Tales, 1 to 3.

1...All the Fiona-s

ALL THE FIONA-S and OTHER tales of Man, Maid or Beast usurp the sanctity of our Shakespearean souls like a Chinese-drip or a splash of ice cold water at dawn, a morning-thingy, pre-happy hour! The EYES have it!... -subject to a beneficial re-count, yet reaching for NAYS like an addict, Un-believing In-credulous! A fantasy! Asking, could that be ME walking in Man-s grace with a twinkle-eye, saliva on lips, sweat brooding on brow like a Tsunami of illumination. All THAT and Fiona too! Am I the SUM of Man!..? So I dialed 1-800-All Fucked Up ...and got put on Hold!

2...Via con Dios.

VIA con Dios works for Me. Always that faraway Pay-day drunken nite when, un-cannily, something don-t work like a mis-matched Tie, a fiesta at a funereal or how-s your Mom, dog or distant relation; the bastard died! Or a wrong invitation. LET-S PARTY -going to a Wake and YOU, popping out of Life-s servile Cake...in a mortuary. And the twists and turns of outrageous fortune, embalming your dynamic that leads you on for vanity and dust yet never-more...Do you GRIT life-s fortune or via con Dios...Wanna take a Selfie!!!

3...WISHMAS!

Do U want Wishmas like I want Wishmas with U. Do U want Wishmas, red, white and blue, that Wishmas in your heart and soul. That Wishmas without Blues. 

Do U want Wishmas. Always SO cool. That wishmas that U and I once knew. Do you want WISHMAS like I want Wishmas with U...

c.2020. davedelacroix, calle Yalahan, Cancun, Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, Mexico, dave delacroix....Malibu-Surf.

Our Man in Europe-MEXICO, dave delacroix....Mailbu-Surf.

dedicato. Jan-Michael Vincent.

Always tough to go SURF

when that KID inside

getting loaded at the Malibu-Baja-Cantina.

Like exotic Guitars on your wall,

Longboards.

Ans it-s always TOUGH

to say, YO BRFO

I can-t come today

because it OVER

and with a fatal Smile,

Camaraderi

disolves.

It-s always tough

a Brother-s touch,

but a Brother Understands...

c.2020. davedelacroix. cancun-mexico.

Our Man in Europe-MEXICO, dave delacroix....The Great British Smiley People....THE SPOON. The CANCUN-DIARIES No. 3.

 

Our Man in Europe-now Mexico, dave delacroix...The GREAT BRITISH SMILEY PEOPLE...THE SPOON. The CANCUN DIARIES No. 3.

dedicato. John Hartman. Reely Groovey Films.

ALL GODS and GOVERNMENTS...not keen on their Constituents, rabid Supporters, bad-tailored Student-types,  a gal with a Freedom song OR ...TV back-chat-conscience or BELARUSIAN minimal Cerebeal development, THRUST! And WHO if I cried OUT would HEAR me amongst the....HEINE...order of the WHOSSIT! Your INNER RAPE or your SAD masturbation!...shopping in London, Camden market. Do we NEED a BLITZ to tell us what IS is IS!!!!....The RAIN...IN SPAIN...is IN your Boog-a-loo!!! Gotta thorn in my foot. WOTCHAGONNADO!...lol...Nobody without a clue. 2020. Hearing WISDOM like Andy Warhol =s pictorial Campbells=Soup!...The selection of NOTHING is All-important! Ya got CHOICES!!!...Mushroom.  Chicken. Keep going. It gets more complex. ALL GODS and GOVERNMENTS. All ARTISTS, all POLITICO Tyrants maybe your best friend who will TRY to SOUP your SOUL .It-s up to YOU if U DO NOT pick up the Spoon.....YOWSA! Mulligatawny! But only for a moment. YOU should live so long!

c.2020, dave delacroix...knee-high socks. Look-smiling!..cancun-mexico.

Our Man in....in MEXICO. Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN Diaries. She dances in the Waves.

Our Man in...in MEXICO...Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN DIARIES. She dances in the Waves.

 She dances in the waves, lithe, Unobtrusive, sinewy as the emerald waves that catch her contour. She dances in the on-coming tide, apres-le-midi de une faun, Un-bleating. And the swirl and cluster of each wave bathes her beauty as TWO eagles, sky-circle in a baptism of rejoicing that covert the moment until beachward eyes project and denzil evil in voyeur cacophany. A cloud perhaps. A shadow. A prophesy. She dances in the surf, that Nyrid of innocence. Tomorrow,-s sordid BITCOIN splashing gayfully in the On-coming tide. As she dances in the waves. She dances in the waves. She dances...in the waves. And all my cares, like a South Sea bubble just sail away UN-like the greed that festers or rots in tide-less Souls!

c.2020, davedelacroix, Calle Xhallana, Cancun-Mexico. At Punte-Cancun, public beach.

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries...YASMINE & Co.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix....The Cancun Diaries....YASMINE & Co. 

dedicato ...LALO.

OUR MAN IN Santiago-CUBA Sebastian, black skinned Liverpudlian, born an whossit-U.K. reminded me today at the 11th hour that MANANA-tomorrow was a Public Holiday in Cancun-Mexico. I reminded him that I had once MET Sergio Mendes, could Hitch-hike by night just by the STARS and  please purloin some towels from our recent shared Hotel for my new Urban Pad sans bits and bobs.

 One of THOSE moments. Outside of hitting on a Beladonna we both promised NOT to make a note of it in our Under-pillow Diaries. Liberating Bathrobes from Hotels might come back to fiscally Credit-Card haunt. Covid Days. And ethically...Old Sins cast long shadows. On the OTHER hand would they want that complimentary Toothbrush back!

UNEXPECTED. My new Mexican Landlord....I needed to meet his MOM. COOL!!!..Dave! Then...This is my Grandmother and  I gotta turn U ON to YUCATAN Cuisine. OH! And dont forget to switch off the AC if U go out. I think I got the picture most Joyously! Made sure he-family, OUR MAN IN CUBA, some French folks were my first house-CURRY-dinner balmy-patio guests. PIX on Facebook someplace! Tropic night.

AS FOR the next days Public Holiday....Had a FIX on a nearby liquor store. YASMINE and Christian. Cool Kids blasting out VAN MORRISON....Public holiday or NO, my 12 pack of Brewskies was assured!...Our Man in Cuba. Our Man Dave. And my Mexican buddies in Cancun...And Our Man in CUBA, heading home next days. Gonna miss this Cancun-Cuba BRO. Old giggles cast Tomorrows Smiles. Yasmina & Co. too! Asta la vista!...Guess, all good, just sometimes its the way it goes like every cloud has a Silver whossit!

c.2020.davedelacroix. Xalahal Ave.S.M. Cancun, Mexico.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix... GATO NEGRO...The Black Cat.

 

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave delacroix... Gato Negro-The Black Cat.

....Now there was an old Woman who lived in the woods, a-ween a-weena-war-yah, she had 10 kids, prime-ministers, presidents, dictators, tyrants, gato-negro every one, down by the river Whore-Ya.

Just checked out the limited swimming pool situ  at Cancun-Mexcico=s Hotel Colonial. The Night-Punk watchman is almost a Costa-Rican Non-smoking Fascist. Funny how non-obesity-latino MALES with no cerebal possibilities gravitate to HEIL HITLER. Their chubby amigoes, happy in food, life, love couldnt give a whoosit! In 50 years, a Bergen-Belsen, perchance...only with palm trees. Glad I=ll be out of the Gig. A Free Khadish! And I KNOW I get accused of being Palestinian or Jewish or Irish and its a tough responsibility, not even a member of a decent London Old Boys Club, a DARK HORSE, a D.H.Lawrence, a Swizel-stick, a black beard. A-HUM! In-divisably. A Young Frankenstein. A BUNCH of syllables! READ MY LIPS! PUT THE CANDLESTICK...BACK! U-betcha. Riding THEE Gig. And a-back of Histories Holocaust MILLIONS, chartering the un-forseen, potentially tragic waters of Tomorrow, as the sad-sap course of Life is inevitable... or STRIKE OUT fair Youth!!! And like ANACREON, Greek Poet-dude,  an old Guitar, a buzz, a hum without a strum. PEELUNG!!!...THAT-S a STRUM!

Meantime, not losing HOPE ....there was an Old Gal who lived in the woods, etc...A Gato Nero. A Black Cat. Perhaps she WALKED in front of U. God forbid she walked in front of Me.

c.2020, davedelacroix, hotel colonial, cancun-mexico.

OUR MAN in Mexico.... Have U ever been to Kilarney...

 

Our Man in Mexico... Have U ever been to Kilarney...

dedicato to ALL the Geraldines! Not exactly a Rifle Battalion.

Now when I was THERE but not quite THERE by the loughs, in the ferns, by a lonely willow tree and I Es-pied your heaving bosom with my Grandfather-s ancient telescope, a precursor to PORNHUB.Com, and have U a A LA RECHERCHE ...all the fiddling in adolescence which, twix then and NOW, Smoking-permitted, were neither HERE OR, U got it. wandering LONELY as a CLOUD. BE-jeeze! There were tough times in Co. Mayo. County Waterford too! Bloody Crystal! And little salad to speak of back in Mayo... Which of course now explains many things.... Have U ever been to Kilarney. Some folks, I hear, never have!

c, 2020. davedelacroix. Hotel Colonial. Cancun-Mexico.

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave ddelacroix... Way over Yonder.

 

OUR Man  in Mexico, dave delacroix... Way Over Yonder.

way over YONDER, MAH gAL, ACTUALLY, MY eNGLISH GIRLFRIEND who IS Dyslectec...as gone. Been a while till I got around to writing this Song. She discovered the Irish Chain of Murphys Bars and the good Lord knows that aint SO wrong!

Way over yonder I-ve been chewing mah CUD. Not so easy when U....think of several rhymes, chances R U-ll hit the mark which is WHY I-m way over Yonder polishing mah BLUES. UN-pawning the Six-String,  No loose change on the sideboard and NOTHING to crow home about...except my bereft-cerebal dynamic. I checked it! Its true! Took an M.R.I. And then I looked in the Mirror! DID YOU!!!

OK. Saxophone. Settle down.

 I-m just way over Yonder, way over Yonder, a Loser for that GAL called You...

c.davedelacroix, nov-2020, hotel-colonial, cancun-mexico....

Our Man in...now in Mexico. Dave Delacroix...HAMLET

 Our Man...now in Mexico, dave delacroix.... Hamlet.

dedicato. Marc Pierson.

WHAD WUD U WANT- what would U GIVE, what CAN U give for the HORROR U see. SMILELY!!! What SONG U sing, what bell ring, and what harmony from even MY old bones can resound. Your inner-Smuck! LIP-SMACKING! What is OUR worth, blood and dirt, spent pissing off a WORLD-not doing much in Vino Veritas. YA RENTAL, never got to OWN what anything-s bond, Some Gal got big Bazookas. Some Male Masterdon!.....And dust to whatever, whad U wud want. But BEFORE I get on the Story of .... O Sweet Marie! O Sweet Marie! O Sweer Marie!¬intrinsic-vibe and Life-s electricali...and THERE, emblazoned, full costumed, on your knees! Her name was...

c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe-NOW in MEXICO, dave delacroix... Bonjour Tristesse. Good Morning Sadness.

 Our Man in Europe-moved to Mexico...dave delacroix... Bonjoure Tristresse. Good Morning Sadness.

Dedicato. Sylvia in Freiburg. 

DAHLING, my Tux is fake, your Lamia-a snake, 

I dont have the MONEY to pay for your CAMPARI. ..

.My KISS is smeared by your LIPSTICK KISSED--I look like COCO DA CLOWN

 in bad lighting. 

But when I strum my Guitar...

DAHLING, my Texas-BOLO, 

when I WHIPP out my YAHOW, still nobody listens to our GROOVE.

 Its just a sad refrain, and the MARIACHIS strain to sing 

YOUR Soul and ALL the INFERNO that WE cant possibly know... 

that twists and turns,

 as my KISS is SMEARed on your lips= cross-painted,

 looking like a Road sign ...

and I, predictably, jaded,in the shade,

 a SILHOUTTE

 whilst U bask in the sun, 

bonjour tristesse 

and all the god damned world applause

gives US a standing ovation!...

c.davedelacroix. Pitiful. 2020.

OUR MAN, presently in a TACO BAR....Dante-Twist!

Our Man...In Cancun-Mexico...Sans Sombrero...Dante-Twist!

I left my Lefty at the 7-11

Dante-twist at the 5 and  dime

and timeless songs

got U strangely thinking

buddy, can U spare a dime.

I left my Passport,

my Monet too, frickin canvas

and my Zippo lighter

gone home to U

I left my Mojo

at the Gig they were  taking

I queued all day

to say I was SO

AND

I walked in front of a BUS 

they were driving

to get CLOSER to U

...and the MAN said

lie down...

and U will be OK.

and the MAN said, ECHO!!!!!

And THAT is all I can remember. 

........

c.2020, davedelacroix. Hotel Colonial. Cancun-Mexico.

MAN...in MEXICO, dave delacroix.... MOON upon the SEA.

 Our Man...in MEXICO, dave delacroix... MOON upon the SEA!

...MOON UPON The SEA

sublime-light-silhouette

telling Me

LOVE is true.

MOON upon the sea,

Pre-destined

for THIS Sad-sap

on the Cancun-Mexican shore:

and all the years, seasons, celebrations

could not combine

to feast the moment

when Moon upon Sea

whispers....you BE.

c.2020, davedelacroix, hotel colonial, cancun-mexico.

Our Man in ....now MEXICO...Dave Delacroix, Our DUDE at Large.

 Our Man in...now MEXICO...Dave Delacroix, Our DUDE at Large. Montezuma-s Revenge!

.....Montezsuma-s Revenge.

SO THERE I WAS WALKIN on the backstreets of Cancun-Mexico...Say! Has anyone seen the SEA. Lost and found it seems to be that CIRCLES, Frickin CIRCLES, get directions HERE, get directions THERE. NO accounting for roadside advice. Comes UP every time. Nobody KNOWS, with the best Intentions, a Buck for a Dime. And the COGNISCENTI, knowing ALL=rumour has it!... never give advice less they LOSE their Cogniscenti savoir-faire STATUS... It HARD to deal a STRAIGHT Vinge-Une...21...Card game, that lost-tuxedo, that TEJAS BOLO and that SHIT, intellectually, RE-stuffed back UP their own backsides to know they-ve met their servile-match. Tough to KNOW if they even know it, I mean, really, way down in your GUT.  

And so THERE I was walkin... Didnt need a toilet. Just a view of the SEA! Maybe later. A Tequeila, a Burrito. A Senorita. And all that Heaven allows...

c. davedelacroix, our man in europe, cancun, mexico, nov, 2020

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Cinco De Mayo