Our Man in Europe....now MEXICO...dave delacroix: The CANCUN DIARIES: No. 17: The DEVIL in Damascus.

 

Our Man in Europe...now MEXICO...dave delacroix: The CANCUN DIARIES, No. 17: The DEVIL in Damascus...

....Jaded by 2020, in England: Brexit-separatists! Or the Lebanon Explosion, and Micro-Wars continue, though NOT MICRO to the Victims, as well as the casualties of COVID 19, or-then the new Covid Strains to come; Panic-buying in Super-markets and  no neighbors-NO Love,

Yet I saw U in Symarra, YES YOU! DEATH! I was surprised yet terrified and suffering COVID 19 symptoms I cared less for anyone but ME. YA! But from YOU -I MUST ESCAPE!!!

I pushed through the fleeing crowds. Threw my Credit Cards at the stupid Masses!  I hit the Subway  I caught a ferry. I caught a Train. I caught a Plane...to the City of Damascus.

In Damascus, relaxed, I drank the pure water, dined on Olives, Dates. In Shah-Allah... U say. Yet suddenly-DEATH put his hand on my shoulder. I FROZE! I re-coiled! I was astounded! Had I not ESCAPED!!!

I PLEADED:  I saw you! I left U in ENGLAND! In FRANCE! In MANY Countries! In Symarra!!!

Death calmly replied: Yes. I too was surprised to see U there in such a hurry. But DAMASCUS was our rendezvous...

c.dec.2020. dave delacroix. Apres le Persian Poet: HAFIZ....

 

Our Man in Europe...Mexico!...The Cancun Diaries, No. sweet-16: The Drunk!

 

Our Man in Europe...Mexico...The Cancun Diaries, No. 16: The Drunk!

....Reader, adopt a RAGE attitude. GUYS, Masturbate-frantically! GALS! Visit Me and RIPP OFF your Throng!...don-t worry bout Spelling!

The Drunk.

THESE CLOWNS WE ENDURE, infected-loneliness needing their OWN Talk-Show-diversity, swallowing every LUMP of it-s ONLY directionless tongue to BURY pseudo-wisdom: going rate: $10 a Shot! NO-ONE exposes these DRONES, these loneliest of BORES but lets them prevail in Tavern far and wide or ELECTED, Politico to OFFICE with Bar-Drunk twisted, vocal  impunity. And at the KEG and CROWN, did ONCE I hear U make a Stand and  say...MY Round!

c.2020. dave delacroix. Happy in Cancun-Mexico. FRICKIN HOT!!!...Beach.

Our Man in Europe...Mexico!...dave delacroix: The Cancun-Diaries, No. 15: AM I BLUE.

 Our Man in Europe...Mexico...dave delacroix: The Cancun-Diaries-No 15: Am I Blue!

Am I Blue, babee wiv U, am I Blue, I-m gonna kill U.

Am I Blue. Tra-la-la-la, Polishing my left-finger-nail,

MANICURED  to Film-Noir your face, just AS I AM

Blue, I-m getting OVER U attacking me WITH an AXE!

And down upon the Paris-Metro Train, a Hitchcock moment, a KILLER-bride!

U pushed me ON the TRAX but I stepped aside!

Am I Blue, R U too, when I tried to invite U to SURF at 

SURF-Rider Point, Malibu, in retribution

for what U tried to DO me.

Now I-m wearing RIVE-GUACHE and I don-t have a Cause

but I-m keeping ONE EYE on U; and am I Blue: am I Blue!...

c.2020, Dec. dave delacroix=Calle Yalahan...On the Patio, Cancun-Mexicho!

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO!....dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries, No. 13: NEW YORK CITY: The Triple Echo.

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries: No 13: NEW YORK CITY: The Triple Echo.

 NOBODIES IN DAH HOOD. Ma, MOMMIE used to have an Apartment, 2nd-HOWSTEN, BLO-HO, old NYC, Hell-s PARLOUR. Decades later Long Island or Forest Hills Jews took over OUR JEWS; even HELL get-s NO respect. It-s in the OLD-whossit. Robots nodding to a blank Western Wall. WHEN do we hire a Myriad of Psycho-Therapists!!!...GOD IS PEOPLE not a Wall or Broadway!

Nobodies in the HOOD. My Brooklyn love. The Giannoes, the Aniellos, the Gravazzis. U can STILL get a Linguini....reason why they built the Bridge...

Nobodies in the Hood. Bloody Sergie! Katia!....Coney Island never felt so lonely. IVAN! Sing out!!! Borscht on a Sunday! And yet now the tide...

NOBODIES in the HOOD. Nobody-s in the HOOD. Tomorrow-s-Yesterdays CRY OUT, a Cultural triple echo! And our Children, some day HUZZAH!!! And THERE is Me, drunk at McSorley-s Old Ale House, East Greenwich Village, no Irish Brother mistaking ME but as an Englishman, a denizen of Old New York, a triple echo...

c.davedelacroix, dec. 2020, calle yalahan, cancun-mexico.

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix: The Cancun Diaries: No. 12: Aluminum Man!

 

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix: The Cancun Diaries, No. 12...ALUMINUM MAN

Napkins, Dish wash Liq., Air spray, Bug spray, Aloe. Meat, Fish, Sausages, RED WINE, replace broken wine glass, Greens, Spuds, Eggs, Tomato J., Lemon J., Spaghetti, Cilantro, Yoghurt, BRIE. Don-t forget to go to ATM. Leave ALL of  the above at the CASA then catch the 12 Pesos Red Bus to the beach. Look at the sea. Try to remember Tomorrow in the envelope you posted Yesterday. Don-t forget ...to look at the sea.

c.davedelacroix, Dec. 2020. Calle Yalahan. Cancun-mexico. This side of Paradise.

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...The Cancun Diaries, Nos, 10...11. Entitled, GONG! and The 2 DAVE-S.

 Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...The CANCUN DIARIES, Nos. 10 and 11. Entitled....GONG!....and The TWO DAVES.

dedicato: Carol M Aniello.

Y-all need to play Bass, something. Help these Songs along...

10:  Gong!

NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW -10 sheets, OUR thing, 10 sheets to the Wind or a hissie-FIT, a PMS, pro-found, print dress and all that VERSE U curse, your femme-fatale invective which U spew. Me too. In the Economy size, aisle 9. Electric Guitar on aisle 10! Minimalist accoustic chord changes prevail, then: NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW MY Prick, your TIME of the Month, how, AS PEOPLE IN OUR OWN TIME, we failed miserably or  how LESSER MORTALS succeed with our crumbs OR THAT ON A FUTURE tv SHOW, a GONG, failing to acknowledge or respect OUR Clown tears for all the WAZOO with which.... with SONG we entranced our Times! Stop Shouting!...The ENGLISH HATE IT!....funny. ...Yo. NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW where YOU live. Now, maybe where U belong. In BIG SKY Country. The Montana mountain AIR will do U good. Guitar Solo! GONG-GONG-GONG!....feel free.

11: The 2 DAVES.

IT WAS ALWAYS A GOOD deal, Yasmin at the Convenience Store, DAVID, we MET, the 2 DAVES, tropical-recluse-twins. IT WAS ALWAYS A BEACH of Worship, bloody Surf which en-acts life-s BUMP, soulster moments, Aluminum Foil, BEER, Bottled Water, Milk. A Lighter. Nobody STOPS this Traffic. Nobody can!

c.davedelacroix. Calle Yalahan. Cancun-Quintaro-roos, Mexico and a doobie-doo!

Our Man in Europe....MEXICO....dave delacroix....The CANCUN-Mexico Diaries, No.9: A Lute and a Winde!

 

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries: A Lute and a Winde.

GIMMIE your BREWSKI U BITCH, or a Devil-s Crew U Frick,  or Give me  that sinew that rages so old like wine to vinegar and GIMMIE your BENEVOLENCE, an ECHO. How come we live so acid-tongue apart...U in England....Me, now living in re-motest MARS!

....And we sing of Love-s desperation with only a Lute and a winde.

JIMMY my WHISKY, my song, my refrain, lusting for lost-loves that KICKS in your brain. A Situ- splendor, a dour Birthday. A Wish! A fancy ballroom Gig. A silk gown! A kiss. And a Winter-s tale, NO question: the dance of Life, then Death, we hold hands-divesting post-infante, portraiture or Selfies!

....And we sing of Love-s Whatever and nary a boy or a sweet lady to find. The dark shadow of yester-years. And the haunting!

GIMMIE your WHISKY-Frick! I-ll KILL U tonight. Let-s hate who we HATE, Islam-Fascists, let-s put out their Lights to keep our GARDEN, that kernel of EDEN, that GIG, no Prisoners...as THEY who will SCAR and make NO Prisoners of OUR children. Let them be executed!

GIMMIE dat Brewskie, that Tomorrow-s ZEAL that I might Un-sheath my Ethics Sword, cut down divisive forces or BUY EVERYONE a Mother-s kiss, an Excalibur of Soul... in Avalon and with my Lute and Winde serve to progress.

our man in europe. dave delacroix. Cancun-Mexico.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix....IN MEXICO....The Cancun Diaries, No.7...Love Song to David.

 

Our Man in Europe....in MEXICO....The Cancun-Diaries, No. 7....  Love Song to David.

O DAVID dear I found U here

 amongst the boughs, cold Christmas cheer.

 How DO U fame  my bonnie Man

with tears in verse from Nothing.

O DAVID dear I found U here

singing of my sorow,

and I can Sing, an echo

of your Good Morrow.

O David dear I found U here

I danced, I made sweet-morrow

I found, I kissed, I promised

my sweet David.

Oh David dear I found U here

amongst the boughs, cold Christmas Cheer

How DO you fame my bonnie man

in tears of Verse from Nothing

as we greet, we kiss yet all is but tomorrow...

c.2020, davedelacroix, calle yalahan, cancun-mexico, dececember.....NO MASERATI!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SORRY in England! Everybody-s SORRY in the U.K.

 

Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE: dave delacroix. SO SORRY in England. Not SORRY any where Else! ....A Song.

dedicato: Leon Wilkins & Antony Gregory, Dave Wood; BRITS who stuck it out?

NOW!!!...When I was a THIMBLE-Penis tree looking for a Gal that would make it 3 and ALL the repercussions of your 2020 respectability, cascade in the shame of your....I-m Sorry!...Eyes. 

Everybodies ALWAYS , gee, is SORRY in England. 

The BBC.Now when  Dylan Thomas-s DEATH-DOMINION  meant little else except a perfectly...referring to  Israeli Occupied Territory... BBC Production, featuring the Argentina-Vino-here in Mexico that somehow PRE-scribes how do WE Tax-Paying Scumbags CANNOT tear down the BBC ARISTO PYRAMID, the TV LICENCE, the Institutional BASTILLE. post a Placard of DYLAN THOMAS AND DESPITE THE rOYAL fAMILY DEMIGOGE Imago...which U must constantly BLOWJOB...from birth...This IS the BBC!....Brain-DOH!..Like America!..I cannot get a Green Card. Non-YID!...Amazing. My Gentile family from the 50s ON always paid for the National Kibbutz. 

Tough Gig being born ENGLISH. S-posed to have a CARROT up your ASS....so U can pronounce the RRRSSSSS we R NOT singing!

I got out. Soonist! WE  DONT EXPLAIN. WE R TIRED OF YOUR OXBRIUDGE FUCKSTER! Who cares who wins thje frickin Boat Race! Damn U MORANS!!!...ny decent No.10...the BBC...BRAIN-THINK/WORLD-THINK-GEORGE ORWELL and would IMMEDIATELY invesstigate  their FINANCES. WHO gets da MONI THE MONEY! THE MONET!, is IT in-fact  JEWISH OCCUPIED TERRITORY....OR!!!....IS it Palestinian!....CNN wants to know! WHO!!!! AT THE BBC!!! Is Sucking their OWN Dick! Can WE, yes WE close down their INSIDIOUS PYRAMID of CULTURE......A Towel on my Head, a Pair of Tits, a fashionable Townhouse. Can I COMPETE!!!

Now when I was a LAD, fern hill, all those god-damned places. my DICK was Strong. STRAWBERRIE FIELDS FOREVER....and ME and my family...didn-t GO TO WAR...we just GOT things DONE!

c.dave delacroix, belize, corozal, all at sea?...like U, maybe 2?

Our Man in Europe....MEXICO...dave delacroix...The CANCUN DIARIES, No. 6: Happy Xmas Ingmar Bergman!

 Our Man in Europe....MEXICO...dave delacroix...The CANCUN DIARIES, No. 6: Happy Xmas Ingmar Bergman!

IS THERE ANY BEER LEFT U MORONS!!!...So goes that Old sing-a-round the JOANNA XMAS-whoosit song. Or rustle up Old Joe to Fuck Grandma. Righteous! Old Gal-s last chance at JOY! Every lady gets there somehow-some time-way! And Old BOGIE., lost in his OWN retribution like a Dickensian Chapter. Sold Tiny Tim to White-Slavers in his Youth. Still ruminating. Didn-t get the right price. Pisses him OFF, pronounced British -ORF, to THIS day. No accounting for INTEREST. Monetarism, Intellectualism, Existentialism, Prosphetics, a Cerebral transplant and-or ALL the DICKS, man or Woman who wished they-d met or HAD a Route 66...back in their day... on the back seat of a Corvette-55, some nirvana. No Selfie could explain.

On the whoosit day of Xmas YOU can say.... I almost died! U can DIE. It-s OK. Twix heaven and Terra-firma. Like tryin to find a JACCO-TAXI in Cancun-Mexico...normally, like fleas, can-t wave Em off. And THERE I WAS...back in Sedentary-School - sans JIM MORRISON -  with backpack, recyclaboolie Market bags... loaded with KIT-Katz-Ice cream Lollipops,  bottles of CAB SAUV, MERLOT, a discreet bottle of Smirnoff.  And shufflin, albeit temporary....a HAMLET moment...my mortal coil.  U bin there! Yup. A GIG needing oiling. Striving for fatal  results! And SEASONAL REGRETS, quite worthless. So gimmie a SMOKE and I-ll tell U bout LASSIE like a Love-s Historian  re-writing Yesterday and ALL the Songs we may yet compose or devour as we DO in our bleak endeavour.

c.2020, davedelacroix. Casa Yalahan. Cancun-Mexico.