Our Man in Belize, dave Delacroix, No:105, the Great Silk Road.

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 105, the Great Silk Road.

I AM THE GHOST of the Old great, Silk Road; my Canvasarai transpired into eternity, the Marco Polo's so many, who graced the Court of the Great Khan, the Commerce-Passports with which we enjoined, to Europa, Australasia, ALL were dynamic to what WE know as U & Me; Merchants, Lovers cast upon the seven seas?

I am a Ghost, a PROPHET, of all U know, the words of wisdom which U now, perhaps enjoy, deify or DEFY to wage WAR, that gristle in LOVE'S Meat which U abhor and wrap-TARTAR on your impetuous saddle as U invade that which U cannot own nor covet in your death?

I am the GHOST of the Old Silk Road. I shiver, WHISPER, shudder all that U will... and pray, on that long, long journey, that  journey's end, the HEART U left behind...will find U again?

I AM THE GHOST of the ORIGINAL Old great Silk Road; My splendour, like stars in the night, testament my grateful humility. A Canvasarai in a sandstorm-Mongolian desert. Wrought with turmoil/Angst! My grit. And my ancient resolve! The Great Silk Road. Memory hovers; as for my lost love, I await her where I lie,

c.2021/31 dec. 2021/davedelacroix.

Our Man in Belize, Dave Delacroix, No: 104: "Mississippi Queen!"

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix, No: 104; MISSISSIPPI QUEEN

(apres MOUNTAIN/Band...for Marc Pierson)

YOWSA, there goes my BRAIN, arms & legs sure to follow; the ONLY WOMAN I EVER LOVED culled me into a TOLSTOY Cull-evermore! What could go WRONG/what was EVER to go wrong, the bad-twitch of my heart, the TREMOLO of a genius thought? 

How/just did I become Love's BAD BASTARD where Pappas/COUSINS/6 generations LATER still wanna GROUND my Soul into dirt? Surely, I wasn't that bad? Surely, I too had a heart? Tradition is ONE thing but a CURSE; we gotta talk?

Sweet 16 and SPLENDOUR-in-the-grass, they made a movie; the GAL an emotional victim, bloody SALLY straddled my ass!?

Must-a been tough METABULIZING-SEXUALLY in the Cities; Country-matters, no such scruples; Natures call. Nature, free!?....No Country for Tee-total-ers or obsessed Sanitary/Non-smoking Pads!? The STENCH of ARISTOCRACY whisps through Social-Cannablism: English garden Parties/grinding dentures! 

A le recherche du temps perdu; SHE was my Mississippi Queen and I was her Mississippi Gamblin'Man. 1960's Yorkshire, England. I played CRICKET and she laundered my Whites! (Spell bloody MSSI!)

And NOW, on death's door, MELLANOMA, or "failed-Dick-Syndrome", I worry History with this epistle like all good Poet's should; thinking the Chain-Smoking/whisky-slugging ANGELS smile?

c.2021, dave delacroix. Fuck U WOKE-folks!!!!....late nite post.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, No: 103: dave delacroix: OLD Belize Music Man!

 

Our Man in Belize, No:103: dave delacroix: Old Belize Music Man!

I ran into an Old Music Man in Corozal-Belize, long ago in a Seaman's tavern; outside of playing a Hand-Accordion; he told me many love stories, I thought they were just  a wheeze..?

Just ONE-MORE Senorita, just one more Belle-de-jour, just one more English Rose just one more Belladonna...Just one more BOOGALOO, Yo Babe It's only U; my one and only True, my love's heart!?...Drunken words to that effect?

He didnt beat about the bush, his SEVENTY years or more, a Gentleman never discloses intimacies, this old boy never closed the door? And I soon became exhausted with all the tales he'd tell and if we'd never meet again I'm sure he'd go to Hell!? But his "encounters" countered for something more? Leastways, his Stories, I listened?

How he captured, off CAYE-something, a Pirate's ship, delivered twelve maidens to BELIZE CITY, drank toasts with all and HAD everyone? Or serviced IN-fertile Captains gals/kept a low profile? Bed posts were CARVED, not by HIM, but by his Initials!? Songs were SUNG/quickly outlawed? Gallant Gals resorted to Convents or shipped back to Portugal?...

He died  in Corozal, age 75; and I was ASKED to identify his Corpse, a worn out "thing" they had upon mortician's a slab; but out of my EYE I noticed a "Squirrel" activity, centre-corpis beneath the Medic blanket, I guess he still had something to say: All Men have regrets?....

Just one more Senorita, just one more belle-du jour, just one more English Rose which the ORIENTALS wish to score? Just one more  Ebony Queen, just one more Boogaloo; that Belladonna, the angler's dream; or BUT the one that got away!?

c.2021.davedelacroix. ourmaninbelize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, No: 102: "The Finger."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, No: 102: The FINGER

When the finger on da button CUTS OFF your Internet/ Telephone Call, same FINGER wags at U and says; "We're done?" When the finger of YOUR LIFE raises A VOTE but no-one see's it, the FINGER U waGGED TO SAY, "i'M DROWNING!?"

When the FINGER indicated; a GAL says "NO!?" or the FINGER that's stuck in your craw, but U don't KNOW just how to deal with it? That figure-TAIWAN, to CHINA sayin LEAVE DEMOCRACY ALONE; how do U stop their fighter-jets intrusion Zone? Invasion or RAPE of Nan-King?

When the FINGER points at RUSSIA or the USA; how anyone of YOU gets the GIG: Let's leave each other ALONE, and the FINGER, that INNER FINGER, wagged by INNER GOVERMENT "Sswines", lookin for  Promotion? That Reptilian Osmosis in EVERY Government, left UN-checked, for too long?

When the FINGER wraps itself round a YAMAKA, a BURKA, a noble Arab-head-dress; who cries ALLAH to shed blood, the Prophet of Peace? "NOT!" -says U know WHO!?....Mohamed. By  all accounts, a dude with whom U could, maybe not drink a Brewski, but have a good "Chin-wag"!?

WHEN THE FINGER grasps CONTROL of ALL men's logic, OUT of Man's Control, just WHO in CHINA, land of Eternal Peace, will apologize: When the FINGER on the button starts WORLD WAR 3!...

The FINGER my Lady traces across my naked breast writes POETRY, more than MAN can say?...

c.2021, dave delacroix, belize.

Our Man in BELIZE, dave delacroix: No: 101: Kitchen Floor.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 101: "Kitchen Floor."

dedicato: Michael Durliat, esq.

A LONG DAYS DRINKING into night, that reservation, that residual of broken streaming, the O.K. Coral of your AWOKEN, where ghosts, nightmares wanna strut their stuff and the LIFE-REWIND tape of your memories come at U with a CLUB or inject yesterdays GUILT, the bum deals ya made with a Countess, a Society Belle, maybe a HORSE ya loved, a Maid?

A long days DRINKING, nobody who CARES would give a hoot without a Bill-fold, maybe a 2 week reputation, a clean pair of pants, or last nights hash-brown U can hold? And NOBODY loves U, seems like the last thing that CARED was the DOG U left on the Plantation, got wild, shot long ago? Remind me; Battle of Waterloo?

A long days WHOOSIT, EGO in control; beat down with RAGE then say "SORRY" for one or 2 days which don't even wear THIN in REALITY town, no babe wants to KNOW U when the money runs out and the CAPOS, Taxi, Valet, WIPE-YA-ASS groupies?

I wonder, wonder for THEM and U? 

A long days Drinking. Some COUSIN sent U a telegram from New York. Your "entourage" all a-glee but slipping on the hash-house kitchen floor!....Somehow U come clean.

c.2021`, dec. davedelacroix.

Our Man in BELIZE, No: 100: "How I lost mah EDEN Virginity."

 Our Man in Belize, No: 100: "How I lost mah EDEN Virginity."

.....IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT, the MATE said, "Its Alright!" Fortunately, in the Bay of COROZAL -BELIZE, the ship's BOSUN had a MACHETE and HAS I was wearing flannel trousers/pantalone, when the "SWARBY Knave" had ETON-COLLEGE intentions/pre-quest-ANNAL-rights of passage to a GIG in the UK CIVIL SERVICE, had \Obviously been exercising his REMONSTRANCE PENIS on the Belizean Natives, 5$ BZD a half hour, naturally, what could I say; Personally, I was SAFE? Yuk faggot City? And, sleepy-ME; just when I thought I'd found EDEN?....HELL in EDEN: UPS. No worries. SHIT DELIVERS!!!....Where's U at Christopher Columbus!???...The LAST HETRO! ...Overseas-Faggots in BELIZE abound!...PUKE!...Targeting, like EPSTEIN, the innocent?...Shoot on sight!!!!..How I LOST my TOLERANCE for ......U fill in da blanks!

cdavedelacroix.VIVA-BELIZE.

OUR Man in Belize, No: 99: WE ALL get to Die

OUR MAN in Belize, No:99: WE ALL get to die

WE ALL get to DIE, rich or poor, worthless or COOL, pretty ladies ALL in a row, the Attitude-Gentlemen, flipped at their GIG. Heroes, Heroines, Loves-lost, that ALAMO; mortality encroaches and kisses U goodbye?

WE ALL GET the big-kahuna; COVID/OMICROM, what a PISSER just when we figured the LOTTERY; its ONLY the numbers ya gotta figure: Numero-zero? YOURS? (Sniff?)

WE ALL GET TO CROAK; how'd ya wanna go? In a War-time Trench, hitch-hiking across SIBERIA, or in the arms of your MILANO-babee asking if U want an extra glass of Milk?

We all get to Croak, DIE, mostly, miserably. Surprise?

c.2021, dave delacroix; in Milan with a Milkshake.

Our Man in WHEREVER, No: 98: Jonathan Swift's Curse!

 

Our Man in Where Ever/BELIZE, No: 98: Jonathan's Swift Curse!

WHAT  FACEBOOK don't SHARE your whims N' wiles, your "memes", your kisses, grunts, your Inter-net UNCTION; which ANGEL cries out for U? Kiss, happy, SAD  or whatever? Is your LOVED ONE in despair, or hanging in the OUBLIET of psyberspace, that kiss-remembered? Last year by the Factory Wall, last GROPE on a Cambridge Pont, last GIG, faggots too, that got your last very BRITISH promotion?

1) Operation Madeleine; despite CAPTURED Girl  AGENTS morse coding back to LONDON, missing INTENTIONAL code-omisions, HQ responded, don't forget to INCLUDE the Omissions? Agents subsequently executed by German-Nazis.

2) The CHARGE of the LIGHT BRIGADE./ZULU movie Perfect Military DISASTERS. Bodies for HUMAN BLOOD.

3) USA/UK AFGHANISTAN withdrawal: PISS OFF!!!

Strange? Today? I cannot SHARE ANYTHING on Facebook! Fricking Chinese? ....Maybe nearer to HOME so my BUTCH Gals/Bros insinuate?.... JONATHAN SWIFT curse?... Gulliver's Travels; The SECRET or the DISCIPLINE: Which END do you crack a Boiled Egg!?

c2021, dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No:97: DEAD GUY.

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 97: Dead Guy..

WHEN U GOT TO DIE, amazingly, more than expected, people came out of the Woodwork. Old Paramours, old Loves, dudes who owed U MONEY, quashed debts on your DEATH but paid their "respects"...this was in England"? People flew in, not in SPITFIRES, but nevertheless wanted to commemorate/make sure U were dead; it was that kind of whoosit?

WHEN U GOT TO DIE, predictably, that Fashionista-SALSA, U had trolled Latin Countries. At the APRES-DEAD-DUDE gathering at the "CROWN", nearest pub to dead body grave there were MANY "OLES", "AUGURI-BASTARDO!" and "SLANGE", your Irish Banshees (all 2) who had trolled U on the Internet/lost contact in Bulgaria when u ran off with a Gal called "IFFY"?

At the "Reception "IFFY" (showed up) blurted out YOU were NOT DEAD; Moms and "serious Aunts" went into paroxysms, Tuxedoed Pall-bearers tried to keep a straight-face? -they knew your "Ways"? But the Multitudes, the MEDIA were a tad conflicted on as how to...after 6 jovial single malt whiskies...to proceed? Texting was, at least, hurried and confused?

Somebody FAMOUS croaks; wotchagonnado? WHERE's da MONEY? Film-maker?

When U gotta DIE, sometimes, choiceless. We ALL go at some point, maybe, 2021, a 70 year round ticket? Anyhow, "IFFY" cast dispersions on the deceased "mortem-actual". NEWS, to my dismay and it got out? Everyone wanted to INVEST in his residuals and, technically, ensure his eternity. Still ALIVE!?

 This really pissed me OFF because I knew for a fact I'd STABBED the sonofabitch through the heart 2 weeks earlier and chucked his corpse in the river Lithe in Dublin?....

c.dave delacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Belize, Dave Delacroix: No:96: Iguana Breakfast!

OUR MAN in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix, No: 96: Iguana Breakfast!

ALL WE DID was make excuses, blame it on the OTHER guy, his MOTHER, or the KID? All we did was whine and SHRIEK, that BETRAYAL our Inner God from whom we cannot fail, a Lawyer or 2 to make it sOOO so smooth? I didn'a DO IT; must'a bin U? Nobody ever gets to know the truth. Every body Lies!

ALL WE DID was follow OUR JUST GREED, the one the DEVIL gives U to ensure your COLD FEED which, according to Charles Darwin (Charlie?), the Iguanas eat (cold feed), stuff  it down then sit on a hot ROCK and the stuff COOKS in their reptile belly?...Pity TRUTH?...And just where it comes out...nobody wants to know.

c.2021, dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No:95: MARLOWE, Private Dick; R.I.P.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 95: MARLOWE, Private Dick, R.I.P.

When Private Detective P. MARLOWE died WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE turned in his grave; COPS, FRAILS, HOODS, Pimps, OLD LIQUOR Hollywood SISTAS fumbled for a Single Malt? Faggots galore, renegade BANKERS on the run, the iconic FUGITIVE in search of a one=armed-Ivy-League FRAUD masquerading as your Mother-s Uncle sans/wearing Lanvin No.11: the only lipstick a porter on the Sunset-Limited Amtrak train would Closet-wear inside a rail-cubicle? Carey Grant, maybe, North by Northwest!...Asking for a GIBSON?

WHEN DICKSTER-PEEPSTER Phillip Marlowe bit the hard shoulder of an Under-developed San Fernando Valley 405 OFF-ramp, CITIZENS munching down at the BIG EATS DINER, the adjacent Drive-In movie lot, that pseudo-English Tudor Motel/drug store when prophalactics cost more than a 30 minute room, only the Pontiac Valet would have given a damned if he hadn't been murdered by the Hat-Check Gal who in-turn was murdered by the French Concierge? The Organization? City Hall?  Better results than Betty Ford!

When scumbag-PEEPER Marlowe, once KNOWN to hover in exalted circles; Bel-Air, Beverly Whoosit, hosted by Hollyweirds finest as a puppet-on-a-string, like GATSBY'S minions, but IN L.A. they play for keeps, every dual-annual generation of talent, scum, STARS, plus scum agents who value "sang-froid"; blood for Gold Bars and/or who muddies the KISMET, the showcase Cocktail bar, mixed IN a little too much ragamatoo 

 (Marlowe, what WERE U thinking?) or deprives the slavish GUTS of the Voyeur-Audience-locusts?" Crime murmurs! Crime Cicadas! Then: Ring-ring! Ring-Ring!"..."Sorry; this is Charlene? No. Mr Marlowe, right now, is out of the Office!...Would U like to leave a message?... He never ASKS for Names and Numbers?..."

c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Belize/HOLLYWOOD, No:94: NO WOKE in Hollywood, Manh!"

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, No. 94: "NO WOKE in HOLLYWOOD, Manh!"

SOMETIMES THAT JOCKEY JEWISH TALENT AGENT can't help U? Certainly, U don't want HIM/DYKE bulldog to put U in bed at night? U R s-posed to HAVE ONE, every which way, so the WILLIAM-MORRIS AGENCY says? But DOES HE/Miss Shapiro have to crawl into your bed like a PIKANESE, some bird to be fed? Not paying RENT and every Night, audition, auditions?

NOEL COWARD: Don't put your Gentiles on the STAGE Mrs Worthington!

I'm getting pretty tired about THE JEWS. Bloody MUSLIMS too? If I run across a BHUDDIST he's getting a PIZZA in his MUSH! Last I heard nobody was Nobody as the World turns? Traditions/Attitudes R TEN-a-penny! Rampant TALENT must be crushed less " leetle" Agents lose their jobs? In Hollywood? ...KIBUTZ. ....Must I lose my foreskin? HOLLYWOOD.....IS...RASCIST......AGENTS......No WOKE in Hollywood, Manh!? The SLIVER. S-what U get. SLIVER? 

If U have $100. ZOOM!!!....Do U know the way to San Jose?

I wandered lonely as a cloud. Must I leave my foreskin on Sunset & Vine?

No worries. Untouched! I wrote a Song!

c.2021: dave delacroix; EXECO: William-Morris AGY: John PTECK where R U!!!...

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 93: The Sailor's Widdah!

 OUR MAN in Belize, No: 93: : The Sailor's Widdah!

The SAILOR'S WIDDAH from shore to shore, Atlantic swell or Pacific ROAR, the last thing that her Sailor Man would YORE has he watched his shipmates washed over board?

The Sailor's WIDDAH, that lonely gal ..who now sings songs about HER brave young Man ,who plied the Seas for Gold, for LORE, and sent back his story to the Widdah, Miss Eleanor.

The Sailor's WIDDAH, bewitch some say? A JONAH, if love comes a Sailor's way? And yet she carries in her womb, the promise of that Sailor's wound?

Ashore-ashore; Writers-galore!? My Eleanor; gone from thee? The cruel Sea took it all away from me.

c.2021. davedelacroix, corozal-belize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, No: 92: The (Berliner) ORCHESTRA.

 OUR MAN in BELIZE: No: 92: The (Berliner) ORCHESTRA

Like NONE, like MOST, 1933, the ORCHESTRA:

Strings: Ludbecker hated Schaff. Never paid him for new Violin strings. Horsehair bow? Unpaid. Artist debts are unforgiveable. NEVER borrow a book. Only LEND it with a Deposit! Musical stuff? Like stealing someone's Soul? Musicians DO this on a daily basis. Welcome to Hollywood?

More Strings: Lachnau hated Schneider because he'd banged up his daughter, the happy-go-lightly-Fraulein Sally/bosom, economy size? A likely Quartet? Lachnau had married Schneiders Mother (?)...Quartet?

Woodwind: THIS gets interesting? Fabio and Deiter, Flute and Clarinet; never to be re-united after HELMUT (Basoon) refused to engage in a musical menage de trois chamber music project; Unlikely you ask, but true? Chamber Pots were THROWN!...Ask the Landlady! Songs of New Colon!!!

HORNS: Herr Valmach & Herr WEISDORF, both portending to be actual DUKES were locked in horns at first sight? Horns-primeavel: tuba, cornet, trombone; a TRUMPAH internectiscide. Orchestral Canabilism! Cafe Weimar barred all 3 of them! Lonely-tuxedoed, mustachioed strasse-Olden...now senile?

PIANO GAL; Jewish missfit, Mutter-Gutter-Maria. Prone to nose bleeds on the ivories? Age 58. Berlin born & bred. Sexless. Known throughout Charlottenburg; no Giggilo had a chance? Or maybe...Gerontaphalia? Choices? Piano lessons?

Conductor: ZANTS van Heppleheimer, from Hollande. Conducted a few Fritz Lang movie soundtracks. Considered a "failed-failed", but NOT HE -he said? The KONIG of KREUSBERG with his above stella ORCHESTRA he bored the Tears out of the Tiergarten and more but became a temporary legend and the toast of der UBer-Volks on the KU-DAMM with "der leider": "Liselle uber mein Ass", orchestrated.....in 1933 Nazi Germany. 

NOBODY in the ORCHESTRA survived the Nazis holocaust  but I like to think, when ever I hear an old Tea Garden Party/minimum Park Orchestration that their INNER-GIG, joys, fits and potential hopes RESOUND in History...I sing of THEM less there is only silence.

c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal-belize. 

OUR MAN in BELIZE: dave delacroix, No: 91: "QUO VADIS?"

 OUR MAN in BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: No: 91: "QUO VADIS?"

Quo VADIS and other bloody road signs I've ignored? That bloody road sign/HEART-sign; who cries for the miss-directed FOOL who WADDLES into oblivion? The WORLD is FLAT so I sail, being ABLE to afford a MERCEDEZ-BENZ to drive off the WORLD'S frickin edge, and why not? I gotta coupl'a extra BUCKS, lines of COCAINE, two blonde RUSSKI Bimbos who'll go with me, why shouldn't I prove...the fastest way to CATHAY is in your HEAD? Chinese fricks don't give a damned/happy for the Yankee Dollar? Who would'a guessed the GLOBE would have become a CHINESE Laundry?...MUSLIMS in Concentration Camps! Even the JEWS are REALLY pissed off!!!...lol....(Please? NO woke.) Quo Vadis?

c.dave delacroix, 2021, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Corozal, dave delacroix, No: 90:

OUR MAN in Corozal-Belize, No: 90:  

iT MUST BE tough in AMERICA with 20 breakfast options before U get on the Road?

c.2021, davedelacroix.

OUR MAN in COROZAL, dave delacroix: No. 89: "SHEFFIELD."

 89

OUR MAN in COROZAL; dave delacroix: No. 89: "SHEFFIELD."

Across the GIG, Sheffield, across your heart, across the slimey canal, the river DON where U hear splosh, sink, then seem like nothing; that last taste of honey, bubble UP, that renaissance of abstract ART? Or at the GRAVES ART GALLERY, aptly named; Squirrel-squid, encompasses your PRIMITIVE; sez: where WE began? MUM's hands worn to BEATLES music bone? I was PUSHED in thr River D.by a Skin-head/got Typhus for a week? I SEE this punk till the day I die, his ASS is mine! Sheffield promise. I'll kill his kids!?..Brooklyn NYC, no worries. Thought of becoming a Painter?

ACROSS, brutally, slings, bloody Cross-bows, your bloodied INDUSTRIAL heart, awaiting some Skeleton at the factory door? What GRIT romance or vanquished dis-memberment...on 2 legs...can U find JOY at the Sheffield RAG Market, abolished, incorporated...and almost IN SITU, designed, but IS no more? What Sheffield CRETINS, for wealth,  designed it SO? CASTLE MARKET?...Or the outlying Mansions and Manor Houses, demolished by local property predators, sights and scenes, on bicycle I would, in "old England" explore? All seemed polluted or demolished? Archeology in Britain-1960s wasn't valued?....Love to WOKE THAT money trail?

Across the RIVER DON, Student, 1966, clean it UP-Project .The SONS/DAUGHTER thigh-high, pulling out industrial TRASH from the River.  SHEFFIELD. The last English-Industrial "SHITHOLE"; the last "URBAN RE-MODEL". 1960s STUDENTS were ABSOLUTELY COOL.

 Up/commers/wannabe Students would connect out CAMPING-WEEKENDS in the PEAK DISTRICT; they mostly studied PHILOSOPHY and mostly ALL  ended up as Gardeners, Sanitary Workers, "kept-men",  or joining some obscure LUTE band?...They HAD... these Students...the honour of Graffitti-ing the Central Bus Station ARC by X by! No one complained. Upper deck BUS passengers enjoyed the "YA!!!"...Not EASY to have a "YA!" in B/W grimey 1960s England on TOP of the Bus Station? "RAG-65!!!"....For NON-Brits, "Rag-Day", the day University Students collect CHARITY MONEY/Rattle Coin boxes, permitted to have a good time. Mischief, within reason Ok. S-posed.

People LIVED. SHEFFIELD. They had a couple of LYONS TEA SHOPS, JEWISH CAFE, next to the Victorian City Hall... In the CITY HALL? Like Washington D.C., USA, cluttered with MONEY FOLKS, like today, toe-rags. Across the GIG, cheap-ass High rises were built & collapsed, SOCIAL WORKERS invaded to "Fix" whatever good old Hippies were protesting to be done; most of Em got the frick out ASAP . The Hippies/college, buzzed off? The FIRST TV Cable outfit was launched! I played a song or 2 IN a "TV STUDIO!?... SHEFFIELD. The original STEEL TOWN dating back to mention in the "Canterbury Tales.". Me and HUMAN LEAGUE! ...lol.

No worries. Even in MY lifetime; JOE COCKER, Def Leopard, Human League, Metabelious-3, Cabaret Voltaire, Thompson Twins, correct me if I am in err. Every COMMUNITY ejects its "bright sparks"; S-way it is? SHEFFIELD, the INCUBUS: The Pastoral, the INSIDIOUS INDUSTRIAL, the later SOCIAL CANNIBALISM....it lies at a Survivors feet.

c.2021, dave delacroix,our man in Corozal, always homesick I guess.

OUR MAN in COROZAL-Belize: No.88; "In a Tight Corner".

 Our Man in Corozal-Belize: No.88: "In a Tight Corner".

Greatest pick of  BAND line-up of ALL-TIME; personal choice? SHWAT!! ...recovering from blow-to-head, includes dudes/dudettes from Strawbs, Jethro Tull, MOUNTAIN, Sergio Mendes-Brazil 66 AND Arlo Guthrie. S-every one's CALL/puts U in a tight corner. Critics out there!

c.davedelacroix, our man in where-ever, 2021, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:87: "CORTEZ!"

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 87:  "CORTEZ." 

WHERE WAS I LAST by HIGHWAY 666, MEANSTREETS, the DEVILS ROAD, that place, LONESOME, meant to BE, where was THE DUDE, yours truly, wallowing in some VACUUM of inert love/POVERTY, hanging out, the GREAT AMERICAN DISSAPOINTMENT -  Photo-ed in Monument Valley mosey-ing in to CORTEZ-Colorado; the 50s DINER with table slot Juke-boxes; buck-a-pop, Everly Bros/song? "Let it be me?": Waitress, old school, pours coffee/re-fills over your head then suggests local motel owned by an EX-Malibu-Cal.-COP, luckily, whose PEOPLE I knew? Old MPD Guy. Retired from Cop shoot-out/his kin owned P.C.H restaurant. Now here! Small World? Anyhow, CORTEZ? It was NAVEJO USA BENEFIT CHECK NIGHT. Dark-thunderhead clouds; Town bars hoppin. Maybe SOME stories, till later, or drag an HOUR worth hanging like family photos, a recipe on a piece of your grandma's Chatellaine, that thing that makes mystery and that IN TIME you too will endorse? Such are Co-incidence/memories when they collide? .......When I was then by CORTEZ just off Highway 666, a devil's highway, in my USA travels, I had memories, like anyone, but IN CORTEZ I let my memories rest.

c.2021, davedelacroix. Cortez, Colorado, USA.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 85: "When I died I saw your Joy."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 85: "When I died I saw your joy."

when I died I saw ya joy

when I died, I counted ya money

I saw your GOLD 

and threw it on the street

When I died I gave

my Turkisk Robe,

got it fake

didnt matter, WE both looked ok

drinking weird coffee;

I tried to be respectabillo;

no one will ever know

the Enigma of our Paris-closet.

c.2021, dave delacroix

Our man in Belixe; dave delacroix: 85: "CAN ARABS fight for their GIG/IF NOT? ....."

Our Man in Belize, dsave delacroix: No: 85:

THE ENGLISH GENTILLe, the NON ARAB, who witnesses CHANNEL CROSSING; MUSLIM Refugee fighting THEIR good fight? Where/WHEN IS the BANKING, Jewish or ARAB assistance?

THE ENGLISH-GENTILLE. Shallom, IN ALLAh-shallah? Where ARE U...27 people DEAD, a floatation, life-raft  drifts upon your shore?..

Your SHORE is your Soul!

BUT when ENGLAND was IN DANGER/ We STOOD THERE and FOUGHT!!! 

TRAGEDY: WHY IS IT these PEOPLE dont FIGHT for THEIR GIG!!!??? ....Pussies!

c.davedelacroix, 2021.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 84: "SONG for Song-Carver: David Sylvian."

 Our Man in  Belize, dave delacroix, No:84: "SONG for Song-Carver: David Sylvian."

I QUIT the band when they didn't to know HOW to tune OPEN D, or OPEN G on a 6 string guitar or could spell: "FUCK MAH BRAIN". Education is everything. Back in HENRY VIII's time; Sir Thomas Moore had more MINIMALISM: Truth or Death? I may lose my...creative Head? THIS?

I quit the band when they...ALWAYS....HAD A YOKO. ...EVERY one legged RnR band has a YOKO.; oddly, not even desirable, just REFUSE-able? Every wastrel bass/drum player seems PRONE to a LAMIA? Reptile self-estime? WOG-STUFF!!!. ALIEN-6!

I QUIT the BAND/KICKED-  OUT of the BAND. mostly,  MY SOUL? That GIG still had to explore, the YEARNING that the AUDIENCE, still yearning for, a thing I could not share? Audience: A GHOST-STARE!!!

I quit the baND, i SAID HELLO ON stage. I quit the band. Solo. Forever? My name was David Sylvian.I was in a BAND called  JAPAN.

c.2021, dave delacroix. ourmaninbelixe.

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 82: "TITANIC SYNDROME."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, No: 82: "TITANIC SYNDROME."

EVERYBODY STINKS! EVERYBODY'S DEAD, everybody got COVID, nobody KISSES, EDVERYBODY ROTS and that includes the stand-UPS, Lovers, Loyal pals, Sweatin Lovers, Comedians? SOOOOooooo HARD to nail down BROS, FAM, Loyal SHAFT, that Saturday Night Honey; where did she go?

Everybody UN-MASKED, Masked, appointments CANCELLED, assignations UP the Spout? TEA for TWO? Bring ya own POT? WHO CRIES OUT!? -the Angels or the BARRISTERS! Be-wigged JUDGES run to Chambers, LAW & ORDER runs to the GHETTO, a jurisdiction over which they once pontificated now GREASES their Robes?

POLITICAL LOBBYISTS UN-lobbied, filthy LUCRE tainted; finally, will ECO-endangered Countries/Economies GASP A BREATH between the waves of the First World Monopoly, suddenly found in the "Titanic Syndrome" where/when...EVERYONE is FRICKED!?

WARNING of ICEBERG DANGER ignored ...so that Rich Folks could HOARD the Communication Morse-Info waves; "See U. Happy! Wish U were here."

"ICEBERG STRAIGHT AHEAD!!!"

PLANET EARTH; Let's GO TO MARS, the Titanic-Principal, whilst Countries ROT or "prep" for WARS that cost only some Mother's Son, Chinese, European, American, possibly the Whole World: that ICEBERG of INSANITY.

Who stands on the Watchtower, MAN, BEAST or THEE!?

c.2021, dave delacroix, belize-corozal.

OUR MAN in MALIBU: Dave Delacroix, No:81: ZUMA BEACH.

 Our Man in Malibu: dave delacroix, No: 81: ZUMA BEACH.

All the ONE HIT WONDERS who LANQUISH IN L.A. (Los Angeles), ALL THE ACTORS, LITTLE BUZZ back home; all the Belladonnas, MALIBU in a Caravan, Point Dume, Point Magoo. A ready made SOUP from the CHI-CHI, Cross-Creek market outside where I Busk?

All the SOPA, SOAP Opera blondes who gave ME hitch-hike rides back to town; the harmonica players. Jewish harps, clinging to their Jewish Agents whim, the HOLLYWOOD DITCH on DITCH that ploughs  the road to stardom or 12 CLAMS at Hendersons, Sunset & P.C.H.? ...

We dip fully clothed in the Santa Monica swell then laugh, shivering; our futures, hysterically hollyweird/poor on poor? Absolutely NO-ONE knows our limbs?

It's ONLY MONEY? (Car Radio)

 TALK SHOW: "S-Why these bastards NEED it so much? The Holy Kibbutz? No HELL after? A Kaddish?.. My BEST Gentiles, mostly, boring. Belong to the "Attitude/English Class System"; Max-ATTITUDE." English DJ? 

We towel ourselves off.

"Ask ANY BRIT, lord knows, he UNDERSTANDS the WORLD according to his "attitude"; you tell him your name he will immediately relegate U to some "Schoolyard" format; U have to BE put in your place. Living IN the USA for a few decades  I really did not miss this. Should I?"

(DJ/Santa Monica Car Radio)

"LUCKED OUT? Couple a few upper-crust ENGLISH gals. Always a JOY to meet. Fellow School-folks. Not many. Bela at the Sandcastle-Paradise Cove (Jim Rockford Backdrop), ships in the night. Better be LIFE-bullet proof. U never get to see her again 'cept in a vision?"

(Marcie & I slump on the Beach side of her Auto)

"ALL THE ONE HIT WONDERS, last years "JET" Movie, "SLASHER" flik. Up in Decker Canyon we're still pouring cheap champagne over the rental Zodiac, leastways, I'm over by the BBQ pit watching a MOVIE'S human detritous, 20 nobodies, out of a job, heads spinning, most, camera-of camera-of the Camera Man long since back in L.A. and gals, who knows?"

(Marcie rolls 2 cigarettes)

"All the ONE HIT WONDERS. Being a SONG-CARVER I look back at Ken Carpenter, B-Movie Actor. He's hosting, background, this gig. His daughter Kid, oblivious of the hullabaloo is swinging ON a TREE swing."

(Marcie lights my Doobie.)

"At some point the BBQ catches ABLAZE. Too much for the One Hit Wonders. They politely FLEE. Nothing NEW for me in California, France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Sicily, Holland." 

(We towel Up. Neptune's Net Fish gig up by the Ventura County line seems too far away. The "House of Lee" in Pallisades gets our evening-repast vote.)

The Car Radio?...An echo of emptiness. Ourselves.

c.2021, dave deelacroix,november, corozal-belize....78 degrees at night.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, No: 80: "BOYCOTT QUATOR 2022 FOOTBALL-WORLD CUP/WOMEN'S EMANCIPATION IN ISLAM!....

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: No: 80: "BOYCOTT QUATOR 2022 FOOTBALL WORLD CUP/WOMENS FREEDOM!

dedicato: SPORTS Professionals: ISLAM REPRESSION of WOMEN. Don't go there and play. U can PLAY elsewhere LADS!!! VOTE WITH YOUR FOOTBALL FOOT!!!

Dirge for 2022.

My DIRTY FACE, UNSHAVEN, MY LOVE fails to make an impression? My RAGGED CLOTHES, cast-off kids stuff/don't FIT, who CRIES for SAVILLE-ROW/ NO CHIPS for a CASIONO FELT, no Croupier to swipe my Riches/Penury in Baden-Baden, Berlin, a SPA town I have yet to discover?

MY SLUM ST. PETERSBURG, MY PUSHKIN that wants to rip off your DRESS and sell it to some EASTERN, HUNGARIAN; the bastaRDS WHO ARE WAITING TO invade wESTERN europe WITH THEIR adolf hitler psyche? hOW DO, TOMORROW, WE DEAL WITH THESE  hISTROIONIC mis-foits; fORGET covid; these bastards ARE YOUR COLLECTIVE zazz!.

mY DIRTY FACE. tHEY JUST B OUNCED ME OUT OF nowhWERE.iN spain, France, where-EVER, they KICK you OUT on the desert road; EUROPE LAUGHS!!!..In England, composite? Give em a ROOF and a "Cup of TEA"; Refugees never had it so good?

 Or in "Shah Allah"; my face is TOO dirty for my Oil Rich Tribe; Will they EMPLOY my SONS whilst they SHACKLE my DAUGHTERS as THEIR Mothers and MINE writhe in despair at their insidious GENDER-RACISM?

MY DIRTY FACE, Can I fuck your DAUGHTERS?...(Trading barter)....All my CAMELS are fertile?

RELAX! ALL Homo Sapien: World Soccer, Quatar: 2022. GENDER-SLAVERY PREVAILS!  Boycott.

c.2021/davedelacroix, corozal-elize: .....I don;t imagine, UK Parliament/US Congress has such comprehension?

c2021, dave delacroix. corozal-belize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE: dave delacroix, No: 79: "I get to Die."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:79: "I get to Die."

dedicato: Michael de Yaonna.

I GET TO DIE, LIKE U... in a jail cell, on a Shoot out NYC BUS, a Civic Parade, in a MOSQUE, a Temple, a yamaka on my head? A Typist on the subway, I was late gettin on the PLANE but the JET went down or poisoned by PROPAGANDA, USA, CHINESE, RUSSIA; one of THESE organs of Government that ENFORCE my distaste of a Stranger, a Stranger I never met; never drank with, Rice Wine, Rice wine, never shot, a Vodka, never drank:  a BUD/country AND Western in the backdrop; no culture to share say: YO BRO!? Or sat in the Jungle, Siberia, Manchuria, Minnesota-USA; Nobody had a GUN but JEEZE, Horseman-ship ruled the day? On the Steppes? In Siberia? Pride? WHO PROCLAIMS our ALIEN-ISTA, who makes STRANGERS of WE: we who worry bout food on the table, OUR kids Education and all the TOMORROWS they have a right to enjoy? Are they not JUST!!!?

I GET TO DIE, LIKE U. Who KNOWS another's bunioned mind, the CRUX of social-evolution, the slings & arrows that empowered, create your Hollywood ICONS or your Hitlers & Stalins?...And all the petty thieves.....volunteers-abound!... In-between?

c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 78: "The Road to Belize City/Belmopan

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 78: The Road to Belize City/ Belmopan."

THE ROAD TO BELIZE CITY, new Belmopan, took me LONGER than I thought; a byway ravaged by CONQUISTADOR-COCOA-COLA swordsmen, EMPORERS from the USA-NORTH? 100 pick up trucks passed my hitch-hiking thumb?

I prettied the "landscape" in my INTELLIGENCE, little that I  had? I HUMMED drum-based BEAT, shook the Shake-Rattle in my SINEW as I TREKKED. I silently sluiced by POLICE checks, carrying a mango or 2?...BEAT got me through?

 I walked a HUNDRED MILES to BZ Cap, Belmopan City to see THE FAT living in opulent offices, shaking hands/being photographed with the OBEI, the "witch-dang" from which NO SOUL can ever return? A wilderness of smiling, photographic TEETH of greed?

I had a few dozen BZ Dollars. My Sandals were a scandal. Yet I asked for no assistance. BURRITOES & GRIT were my VALUES. BZ road travelers got me home? The ONE Highway!

 It broke my heart when, eventually, I returned to my North Belizean village and I looked their FUTURE in their eyes, made WORDS and gave a blank stare?

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, 2021. Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: No:77: "Do not GO gently."

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: No: 77: "Do NOT go Gently..."

 DO NOT GO GENTLY WITHOUT VASELLINE to FWD your dance upon the Stage; MRS WORTHINGTON had warnings/NOEL COWARD, sodomite, wrote the Song? : FAGGOTS, PRAEDETORS, AGENTS (mostly), the Leading Man's whim, or LESBO QUEEN caressing your NIPPLES? Mostly, taken care of in Parent-CHILDHOOD Acting Academies, ROYAL or otherwise. If you WEREN'T a "carpet-crawler" in RODEAN (Public School) then you got "A LEG" with a local/outside Girl's Academy-Country loaf? WHY IS IT THAT..."ME TOO!?" came too late or NOW means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!? YOU are still, in cloisters, future STARLET...being FINGERED!?

SMILE for the Hasselbach! (Camera)

DO NOT GO whoosit, better STILL, yak with MOMS & POPS do NOT GO  THERE at all? Never mind RODEAN, the BOYS at HARROW, ETON who are NIGHTLY being SODOMIZED as we speak!?....Tradition, ol boy! Future TORY Members of Parliament? Expensive ARABS! AFRICANS! Bloody National GEOGRAPHIC/ PENIS IN THEE ASS. Tomorrow's Leaders, I swear?.. STOCK MARKET VASELLINE; out side of RIO TINTO ZINCE, RTZ, probably the best WAY to DESTROY CLIMATE/Social.....fill in your blanks. GREED in Retards hands. WHO OWNS all these smart buildings in London, Paris, Rome? Can we defrock them? Spread the WEALTH? Give them a Council house; give "something back" to the Nottinghamshire Kibbutz? Sure HOPe I dont get accused of being ANTI-DANE-LAW, offending a ROMAN EMPORER  or WILLIAM the CONQUEre, OTHA the King?/////ya fuckers!

DO NOT GO GENTLY. Knight takes King, Queen takes Bishop!...Yamaka-City/Palestine aparteid! OK set up Chess pieces.

c.2021, dave delacroix.   I have many JEWISH friends who AGREE. Gotta fix da Gig! RABBI-IMAN? It's NOT IMPOSSIBLE but it IS in your Hands?....ALLOW your PEOPLE to SHAKE HANDS?

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:76: POSH on POSH.

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:76: POSH on POSH.

ALL THE TWANG, BASS RIFF, stuttered drum kit SHAKING, Mic. stands swaying, alternate, BELA twistin and all that GYPSY; a million concerts in your INNER DELIVERY: the SONG? Paper-Pen/Cellphone/text?

All that SMOKE MACHINE, beads, heads-up GROOVY, or YAWK, BASTARDS, suck the floor ya walked IN on? COOL?

 So hard to be Cool, poor? The PLAYERS got daddies Credit Card annexes, FORESKIN-extended? When YOU R in the gutter HE/SHE gets a LIMO out to the Shire. Henley-Regatta. They, lifestyle, don't drown. Paddle?

ALL THAT "Stranglers", the GIG, POSH on POSH, that "the Subterraneans" which might lend U a tampon or smoke to remind U that U really ARE a "belonging", a kind of:  "Eh can I borrow your comb whilst we suck some DICK in the mirage of ALL THAT TWANG", that dissipation....?

PHWACK-PHWACK-PHWACK::Scarlet bottoms! Some ARISTO who decided to piss off his/her "Landed-Gentry" for a Season of "Fuck-Mater-Pater" and then there's YOU, wearing fashionista "cast-offs", looking for a crib on an English, cold Winter's night with only fellatio as a recourse on the King's Road, lowest Chelsea? No Hillary! No Stanford UNI oasis?

ALL the TWANG, the Judas songs resonate your Tomorrow, and tomorrow, perhaps on the Fulham Road? A Tattoo. A le recherche du temps perdu. A FUCK YOU to your yesterday. Just Posh on Posh.

c.2021, dave delacroix, Kings Road, Chelsea, London. 

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.75: RODEAN.

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:75: RODEAN.

It's ALWAYS TOUGH to be a DROP-DOWN VIRGIN with raggedly schoolgirl skirt who made it to OXFORD UNIVERSITY; Nobody from Gal-Cattle-school RODEAN never gonna let U forget who U sucked: "Foreskin!", East to West, those Politicians who now, apparently, have THREE paying Jobs but won't STRIPEND your Career? Out of 1 to 10, what comes to mind? My RA-RA-Skirt? My VAGINA! See how it WAILS!...Retribution? Some day soon.

c.2021, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 74: "Adonis in the Mirror."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:74: Andonis in da Mirror.

ADONIS in the MIRROR, ever absorbing, worm-holed into Ego transference that fleeces all memory, all tragedy. 

Adonis, mirrored, visually DYING, lathering, drooping eyes, wrinkled into Dorian Gray?

 Adonis in the mirror, genetical, sperm-donored into another's UN-suspecting psyche like "a day in the life" that erupts with human-seismic form! 

Who determines? Who CAN? Or is it those waking dreams that villifie the reflection of all action, all emotion in your desperation, your mad existential waking hours?....

c.dave delacroix, Corozal-Belize:(spell-check some place.), november. 2021.

Our Man in Belize: dave delacroix, No: 73: "Bourbon & Blue."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 73: "Bourbon & Blue."

dedicato: Michael Cristol.

IT'S ALRIGHT WHEN we are Dead. It don't matter Babe? It's alright when WE are all good-damned and well-fed? So somebody says?

IT'S already when your "Make=Up" is "just fine", elevated shoes, all that "thingy"- U think is IN style, struttin on Union, Main or Broadway like I'd never find U, looking for that last long kiss before U said, "Got plans!"? Nobody wants my shoes. Yours? I DO like yours!?...Songs abound!

It's ALRIGHT when I can't find a tune. Nobody told BEETHOVEN, nobody. Guess I'm outta da loop on Union, Main, Broadway; got no tune except that Bourbon & Blue; S-what I OWE to me & U, this forget-able gig/my GUITAR don't ring: Songs? Who knows It's alright. Tennessee night. Tennessee Night alright with Me. Back in NYC were U masquerading as a Yellow Cab driver or was I just ......bourbon. Yup! & Blue!

c.2021, dave delacroix, No: 73: "Bourbon & Blue."

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 72: "Song of OUR Time."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 72: "SONG of Our Time."

dedicato: Gerry Franks.

SONG OF OUR TIME, that "ditty" that curried our moment OR STIRRED our Courage, made mince-meat of enemy propaganda, made US knee-jerk on a Saturday Night, the one U remember, the one U cannot get out of your head?

SONG OF our TIME: Those Icons, VOCALS who inspired the Anti-Fascist Soldiers in MID-1930s in SPAIN (See epic POEM by GEORGE BARKER/I had honor to meet)  that HOLLYWOOD never recorded, or the original "Lili Marlene"; who CARES who wrote it yet it became a battle song, subterranean?

SONGS OF our TIME; "Those were the Days." sung by 1960s Mary Hopkins/Welsh speaking Pop Star. Late teenagers craw-ring out of WW11-Europe's ruins which friends in AMERICA cannot understand, diet, health-care; all we HAD was the Beatles, mostly frugality!

CANZONE of OUR time. in PARIS, in ROMA. KIDS put on their ONLY CLOTHES and went out and DANCED. S-WHAT/HOW it was. Love amongst the RUINS. The birth of EURO Rock & Jazz?

Survivors.

SONG of YESTERDAY: La Marsellaise. (French National Anthem) The song 100  Jewish/Gypsy FRENCH GALS fiercely sung as they were forced into the NAZIS Aushwitz GAS CHAMBER. Less we forget?...Not much WOODSTOCK in those days. Song of our time? Which one!? THOSE were the Days. Never again. But IN Life and also in DEATH everybody had a SONG!? How-s YA VOICE?

c.2021, dave delacroix, corozal-belize....

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No:71: "PUSHKIN."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No:71:  "Pushkin."

dedicato: Sergei & John Hartman.

PUSHSKIN you DEVIL, Pushkin you SWINE you STILL owe me  10,000 KOPECKS! My patience is THIN. Like ice on the NEVA or lice in our hair; U break my desire for your GENIUS and I must find FOOD for my Babushkani!?

PUSHKIN my HERO I must find a way to KILL YOU less U kill me first? SWORDS are frozen; my "Seconds" worry about my ESTATE; I tell them that either you or I must die? Nobody is kidding, Manh?

PUSHKIN, my Nemesis! I am not WORTHY of death;  it is YOU that holds the Queen of Spades, my extended Life and YOUR Immortality; the Song of Songs: Which of US drinks VODKA tonight!?...

c.2021, dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No:70: "OLD ROCKSTARS never DIE."

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No:70: "Old ROCKSTARS never DIE."

dedicato: Damon Wood.

OLD ROCKSTARS NEVER DIE, old SONGWRITERs; bastards are ETERNAL!!! Old Rockstars dust off their Guitars, drum kits, bloody BASS whoosit. Old Keyboards/Synths get dust UN-covered, microphones get doused in Vinegar; U sing "I feel Free" U get COVID. 

OLD ROCKSTARS, still using the same BARBER/their Groupie Gal who decided on a worthless 3 Chord Security blanket with a knack for cooking LENTILS; What's an old AXE-Man-Momma gonna DO in upstate New York, outside of PARIS or London's "Home Counties", places the Underground never reached? 

OLD ROCKSTARS never Die past the 27-Club; "How OFT" said SYD BARRET/Pink Floyd or Jeremy-whoosit from FLEETWOOD-MAC: " I could-a bin a contender/Lord knows I masturbated enough!?" TWANG!!!

 OLD ROCKSTARDOES never bloody die; they just think of the "POWER & GLORY" that they failed to achieve, now living in leafy suburbs borrowing money off their Old Mum!

 OLD ROCKSTARS never die. A new pair of skinny-pants; their very own TRIBUTE BAND that wails, now OUT of THEIR TIME resounding into perpetual obscurity. Like ME.

RAINER MARIA RILKE, early Rockstar: "Who if I cried out...would hear Me amongst the Order of the Angels!?"...Poor bastard never had any money?

c.2021, dave delacroix, corozal-belize./Zoot-Allors!.... MUSIC is FREE!

OUR MAN IN BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 69: "SUICIDE!"

 OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No:69: "SUICIDE."

REAL SUICIDES NEVER LEAVE ADIOS NOTES. Real suicides never say "Bitch!" to fare Juanita. They just blow their bloody BRAINS out or forget their relatives? Nuttin! NO MANUSCRIPT leaving the house, farm or grazing cows. Lawyers PILLAGE and pick choice carcass.

. Real SUICIDES don't wear FASHIONISTA;  mostly take off their GUCCI shades, .maybe leave several exotic condoms in the bathroom suite. Poor? Just a toilet cubicle. Graffiti on the wall. A neighbor grabs a bar of soap/loose change?

SOME Suicides write a POEM or WAIL a Song before their fateful day: Misery! Bloody worthless Poetic: "BITCH!" or, "BASTARDO! U CLEANED OUT MY BANK Account!!!"...It's always about Tomorrow not looking really good? Stolen Tuxedo! A family Icon! THEFT & Death, hand in hand? A Maigret! Easily solved?

REAL SUICIDES oddly, always have a WORD to say which is why NON-SUICIDE folks, mostly GERMANS, have much to DETAIL; German-nature. Hardly anyone commits suicide in Germany. Hungary and France are BIG in Suicide Socio-statistics. The U.S.A. of course is TRYING to get ahead? TEXAS-thingy? Austrian/German Suicide notes last longer than  Kafka. Chapter 3, ya work it out! "Ich bin moder!".

S-why National Depression is so successfully NON rampant in BAVARIA.  Invaded BELGIANS? Much the same. Can't get Em to kill themselves, any which way; Lagoons or Franco-whatever! Personally, I blame it on the excellent beer and rampant chauvinism? A MUSEUM of Suicide Notes? Who volunteers to be the Curator? Suicide-Tax-deductable?

REAL SUICIDES are whatever. Truth be known the RENAISANCE hosted maximus-suicides outside of WAR and the rampant PLAGUE; folks didn't want to hang around? And even I, now, born 1955, trespassing into the 2020's, witness my fellow Man's despair, Global/Eco disintegration and YOUTH's exasperation, a Covid mask?????????

There's STILL Beer of course.

c.2021/dave delacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 68: "Today I Cried."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 68: "Today I Cried."

TODAY I CRIED, god knows why? Today I cried, unsettled, dire, dirge-song mind that blacked out this Caribbean sun/blue sky? Today I cried; "I read the News Today"/ But maybe not that, just a melancholy, a spasm of fever, an aired Song, from out of the blue that made me think of U, U who never lived SO long and died amongst our own now dusty Yesterdays? Today I cried like a small boy ...still not quite knowing why, intoxicated by melancholy's spasm?

c. 2021, davedelacroix, Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 67: "The Priest."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 67: "The Priest."/Belize-Noir!

Everybody gets to die, everybody gets to KISS, everybody gets to LIE in the bed they make? Dead gal on a Belize City street: 

 I pretended to be a PRIEST, took Confession, THIS ONE, she didn't argue; I got the SMUCKS bank account number then sold it to the Chinese Mafia; they said it would help them invade Taiwan; I said, "whatever.". Invade with Incense sticks? Leave Belize alone?

Everybody gets to die, rich, worthless, Gringo-GAL trying to sell a cheap-ass Watch. I really wanted that Watch; my girlfriend also wanted one. I knew about her infidelity, HER dynamic, too and   jealous husband  so I blackmailed her for a weekend. She lived just across from the Belize river swing bridge and was out of Pearls? ...That's ME I guess? 

Yet ANOTHER bozo? I finally gave her 2 tickets as recompense to keep her happy, out of my hair, for that ASTRO-thingy, flight tickets, UK, everything. We;d kind-a fallen in love?

 She got killed in that famous concert, UK Crush? Her face was SO battered by stampeding concert-goers nobody bothered about her I.D. Belize gal. S-All they wrote!?

Everybody gets to die, unless it's MURDER. When it's Murder; it's Official!...Unless it's something else?

c2021, dave delacroix, Belize-Noir.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 66: "Shampoo."

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Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 66: "Shampoo."

TODAY I WASHED my hair? Today I said HELLO to myself and looked out of a WINDOW. Bloody Palm trees! Caribbean sea.

Today I thought about YOU and all the things that U & I should DO, together? TODAY I thought about YESTERDAY and twined it into our Tomorrow, I washed MY HAIR! Definite Promise!

Today I washed my Hair, I shaved my FACE, I looked for an IDENTITY that I thought might ingraziate my ignobility: that "le je nais cest quoi"? The stranger in the bathroom mirror?

 TOUGH GIG. Still? I washed my hair! Thought bout past Highs & Lows. Potential for writing a new Song? So get busy!

Today I washed my "locks". Song-dedications abound!!! Shampoo choices up the WAZZEE.!? Where was I?... I mixed myself a decent cocktail and wondered, maybe, just maybe you will come back to Me?... Made a mental note to buy more Shampoo.

c.2021, dave delacroix, our man in belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 64: "All the Young Dudes."

 Our Man in Belize, dave Delacroix, No:64: "All the Young Dudes."

ALL THE YOUNG DUDES now frayed-groovy, lost out on Beladonas, marooned in some Tropic, or Industrial backdrop. One, a Poet, one a Cornwall Painter, one a drunk? Wotchagonnado when the music ends and U got NO Chair?

All the Young Dudes, haircuts NOW don't matter, no BOOKS on the shelf; a couple of ROXY MUSIC LPs on the kitchen table; a naked ashtray; smoking, by necessity, abandoned, HEALTH or fiscal?

All the Young Dudes, dance floor-fashionistas, MOTH EATEN wardrobes, a ring, a bracelet and all the Disco FAST-CHAT that accrued a number of illegitamat/Kids wondring who...git on DOWN!... PAPA was?

All the Young Dudes who once sallied under DISCO-GLISTENING-BOWL and tap-danced their destiny into OBSCURITY....Yet NOW who PRAYS for these bankrupt Predators; perhaps, their Successors? The Dance-Hall New-Wave with Date-Rape drugs; whose SPROGS are they!?

ALL THE YOUNG DUDES infected with HIV, Syphillis, Covid: Who cries for a howling Moon!? Whose cherished DAUGHTER, to put before Societies ravished SEWER against the Tomorrow of your Dreams?

All the Young Dudes? SONNY BOY? U take my kid on a date, I got a MACHETE!!! And I also know THREE GAY SEXUAL PREDATORS who now KNOW where U sleep at night!....OLA!....(usually works).No WOKE here Sunshine!

c.2021. dave delacroix

Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No:63: "ELBA!"

 Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No:63: "ELBA."

"ERE, I saw death & the Maiden as SHE saw the KILLER BOY, that wave crashing over EMOTION, that confliction, the convulsion, that double helix of love-hate, intrinsic that spawns disintegration resulting in furniture, pottery, knick-knacks getting thrown across a bedroom, door-slamming!?

ERE I saw the BOY I loved, that Scam Artist who SODOMIZED my Virgin Soul, who dragged my noble carriage into UN-utterable Social depths then left my Bank Account bereft of fiscal escape to calmer climbs? And begging "friends"; Ya should had seen the LIGHT!?

ERE when I first saw ELBA ...I still KNEW I could become EMPORER of the World...!?

c.davedelacroix, our man in europe, 2021.

Our Man in SHANGHAI, dave delacroix, No: 62: How to train a Hamster?

 Our Man in SHANGHAI; No: 62: How to train a Hamster?

OK! 12/13 years old my buddy Steve Cousins/Rugby Capt. & I decided, god knows why, started a Hamster- farm--thingy in his parents backyard shed. We got some wood-thingies, netting, some plate glass, bought SEEDS and started a PET-DIARY. 3 weeks went by then, READ DIARY, 10 Sprog Hampsters bedding showed up!

Transpant me 50 years later? I would-a insisted on BIX BEIDERBECK on Soundtrack!!!

Sure hope those WISE MANDARINS in CHINA don't start WW3 over Taiwan? What I learnt was all those HAMSTERS; they just needed some space, their OWN. We passed 'em out to our Buddies. Collective joy I guess?

If I told You I still get loving E-mails FROM these Sprog Hamsters...? Well; let leave that to World Peace and Creative Fiction.

c.2021, dave delacroix.

62OUR MAN in Belize, No: 62: dave delacroix: "RUST."...The MOVIE!

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: No:62: "RUST: The Movie."

U AINT FROM NEW YAWK. U aint from L.A. Maybe U some BELA from nowhere? Maybe U can tap-d., maybe U can SMIRK, GRIN, SMILE, look good when U fire a GUN, wobble ya BRA, recite a Shakespeare verse or Stunt-fall?

U ain't from CHICAGO but U might DO  if we can Use U. Can U give us your RUSTIC TITS and fall over? WE NEED U; after-all, WE don't give a CRAP: We want U on this PUSSY SHOW.

 There's at LEAST one important B-Movie ACTOR...he has the best AGENT/Wm Morris/some fucks..so ya gotta blow-job the CAMERAMEN and dance NAKED infront of the B-Fricks in their TRAILER? No worries.

No worries: We'll get your Virginity in BEAST 3; put U a Credit. Show us ya tits!!!

c.dave delacroix.2021. HOW DO U THINK THESE PEOPLE GET THESE JOBS!!!!!!!????????

Our Man in BELIZE; dave delacroix, No:61: "Amy Winehouse."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:61: "Amy Winehouse."

"AH-married a brown skin Gal in ENGLAND: didn't know it was OUT of bounds; I married a brown skin Gal...from INDIA...and she loved me. She was my Love. 1977.

Married she was dressed in WHITE, my MUM (from Yorkshire) and a London friend showed up at the WEDDING at Fulham, London, Register Office, nobody else in sight. Her Indu family SPAT on the floor I guess? Couldn't sell TICKETS to THIS baby?

I married a brown skin Gal, nobody, nobody's FRIEND did she have for marrying an English White boy; the romance, the cold life that we had, that RASCIST India or British side...eroded our Love. No AMY WINEHOUSE to sing our lonesome Song?

c.2021, davedelacroix. 

Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No: 60: "Wacky Races."

 Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No: 60: "Wacky Races."

1960's UK: We rarely KISSED, we hugged ELBOWS, most communication was by WALKIE-TALKIE, passin notes in the School classroom. Boy, Gals, Girls; senior boys checking out the new generation-Country-Gals. OURSELVES, new-boys were more worried bout who'd be the RUGGER-Captain whilst Soccer-dicks/retard-zealots had no ZEAL for these new school virgins; truth IS, we were abstractly... absorbed with...infantile minutae..and gambling weekly, on who would win on the TV Cartoon: WACKY RACES. I stuck my Sixpence religiously on Red/blue-Max, Penelope Pitstop mostly won. Good training. Gambling IS fixed! Blue-Peter & Top-of -the-Pops TV shows, The Hollies, Beatles, Jimi Hendrix on TV: 40 hours in the Classroom PLUS Homework! Still, the belles & I rarely kissed. School gig. THEN, School Play nite out thingy. Lots of kissing. ZING!!! Sometimes a House gathering/parents "away". Boog-a-loo. Always scared to "Consummate.", age 13. And then, "COUNTRY LIFE", something changed. Elder, 3 years, village Bela recruited me to her "Club."; The Beatles' "Hey Jude" was in the music top-ten. Out in England's green and pleasant fields we rarely kissed but fornicated till the cows came home. In THOSE days, a bicycle, you really COULD get around. Syd Barret/Pink Floyd wrote the song!....I ran into the Village "Bela" some years later riding alone upstairs on a Sheffield Bus. Our encounter was my first experience of love's despair. We sat side by side like cold strangers. Desultory conversation. We had lost our innocence. We had FUCKED our Childhood; adulthood lay ahead of us like a vast, barren, UN-emotional plain. The 1960s, YOUR 1960s will haunt. Enjoy!...

Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix: No: 59: "Stazione/Gare du Montparnasse, PARIS"

 Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No: 59: "Station: Gare du Montparnasse Paris."

I ain;t NO BHWANNA, I ain't no SENORE, I ain't no DON CARLOS, I ain't no MISTER D? I ain't no COMMANDITERI or the DUDE, the kid who wipes up....I ain't NO SAHIB and I ain't NO WAITER, but if I was? ..."Service Compris!"

I ain't NO Minstrel, no livin-breathin JUKE BOX, no SATURATED Mister In-between, the CAT who cools down your MOOD or says, "Fuck U" for OTHERS blood on the street ...or a Magician who can conjure your DIABOLIC and turn it into BON-BONS?

I ain't NO Valet, Men's-MEN jades me as a vocation. Damned ROADIES! I'm a LADY's man. The Station Manager Gal, STARLIGHT MOMENT at the Gare du Montparnasse ticket/billet who warned my drunken SELF: "If U miss this last train to Bordeaux, U end up on a Whisky Bar floor!!!"

Wish I'd caught her name? Wish, romantically, SOBER, I'd fallen at her feet?

c.2021, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Corozal-Belize, Dave Delacroix: No: 58: "OUR ULYSSES"

Our Man in Corozal-Belize: dave delacroix, No: 58: "Our Ulysses." 

ALL OUR HOARY goods, our yesterdays, all our flits and UP-skirts, our CHAPTERS UN-written/forgotten that lie now in the belly of SUB-conscious, all our TREACHARY, our betrayals of Self & fellow Man; our Ulysses, a life's carving of a Wooden Horse to spaghetti-umbilical-intestinal bile and Result?

ALL OUR MACBETH, the curdled dream of CRICKET GAME WHITES, on an English pastoral, smeared with red to browning BLOOD, a backdrop of Witches, NAY! NAY! FIE! -to upset cups of tea and cucumber sandwiches; a Knighthood or a a decapitation?

ALL OUR SERVITUDE that came to NUTS, the cow-towing, the presented stepping-stone, a  CLOAK over a pool of Elizabethan MUD; Angels are pretty busy last I heard but not TOO busy to wink a Life's eye; and the UN-finished business of a Yesterday that NET to rebound a dishonest/Amoral Soul or Mind?

ALL OUR HOARY GHOSTS chatter, our COCK-SEEKING/PUSSY HUNTING by an inferno of rights, wrongs, does-don'ts... aside a candle over which man, beast or Spirit has no control? And in a Whisky bar's back room the ANGELS play "Texas Hold-Em"!?...A MONIED "inner-sanctum" and all the tales you have yet to PLEAD.

c.davedelacroix,our man in belize, 2021.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 57: "Squirrel-Man/THE KILLERS."

  

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix,No:57: Squirrel Man/THE KILLERS.

dedicato: My friend TOM WAITS.

He dah SQUIRREL MAN, got an ACORN Jewish L.A. Agent. Wish I had one TOO but my shoes, ya know, I donated on Santa Monica OBER-look Promenade/ Wish I HAD a Squirrel Man; told me bout my Whisky Bar or all the Hitch Hike Miles that nobody saw or the here & come GALS whose hearts I treasure?

Wish I was a Squirrel Man who connected the DOTS, described just HOW U "Come" on a desert-bleak sunrise or at night, when the cold/bejeeberzers gets U out of sight? Maybe I could a' made a recording with KEROUAC or Ol'Bull Lee, bummed a couple of hundred bucks from Dr. Hunter Thompson double E-Lee? Anita T?

Wizzsh I  wasn't a SQUIRREL Dude now worried bout Musical Chairs; when the Music stops and every one else's Music is ACORNS in the Bank which is what U get, maybe on a Sheffield Wednesday? I'm supposed to get WACKED in Belize next Weekend; somehow, I wish THE KILLERS good luck and all the carnival of Souls, a happy day, the DEAD, reservations not necessary.

c.2021/davedelacroix. sweet October.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 56: No Brie for Jesus.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 56: No Brie for Jesus. 

NO BRIE FOR JESUS, disciples either packing BOMBS or lookin like like night's Sabattical; who wears a FEZ at an ORANGE LODGE less they got a gripe; airports, aisle 3 of a Cinema, back-row at a KIBUTZ re-union? BOOM!!!

NO BRIE, NO BEAUJOLAIS, afficianodoes scatter Corkscrews in the fields of Provence, France;  anything, but ANYTHING to fit into a Farmer's dichotomy? That LEER of  affinity? The Worthy or, the UN-worthy: the ZENITH of incredulity!?

NO BRIE for the BEIRUT disparage, no REFUGEE commin to LIVE next door to YOU? Thinking I could donate some Clothes, cans of food; where do I send Em!? NO BRIE for JESUS but I'd like to help outside of THEM that like to help themselves in ALL its furnace eternity?

c.2021, davedelacroix, our man in belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.55: "Kamikazi."

Our Man in , dave delacroix, No: 55: "Kamikazi." 

dedicato: Hisato.

When I was a  15 year old KAMIKAZI PILOT KID, in school; didn't get a lot of recognition. Didn't cut down G. Washington's Cherry Tree, wasn't partial to whoosit fruit. Cherries, Apples. An orange?

When I was a 15 year old Kami-whoosit KID, I didn't give a dingo for a kangaroo. Y-all looked the same to ME?

When I was friskee, no shortage of Bela's looking for an Alpha-male; dick-size, economy size, who's to say what Gals insist on; hearts broken, many a day? Buona-fortunata! Money, Status. Best School!

When I was a SPROG, a failed shadow of my parental beginnings, WAS IT A SONG that usurped my inner beginning that now leaves me , a failed concept, to destroy, like a Kamikazi, and all the goodness of a Tomorrow that I now cannot understand....which waves blithely of Lives and great Loves yet to come?

When I was an EGO, I sold my Soul. Maybe you too?

c.2021, davedelacroix.

Our Man in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No 54: "RAINBOW"...!!!

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, N0: 54: "RAINBOW." 

I am NOT your VIRGIN, I am not your RAINBOW, I am not your Bloody Mary morning nor your COGNAC at night? I am not your POETRY despite U thinking so, nor that Philosopher who got it right on the Racehorse in the 2.30 in York, England's, some Derby?

I am not your LOVE despite my pretentious feeling, singular, on a cold English Winter's day? And  I will NEVER lead your WOKE Crusade in the Middle-East or ANY of those STUPID dysfunction Semetic Countries?

Don't expect a VALENTINE, on Saints day, HIS or any others; I'm done with CONVICTION; one night in a USA drunk tank was enough!!

Still; if U still love me, wanna pay my cheap-ass- Greek-freighter home, I may make it back to GENOA-iTALY. oN THE DOCKS, PERHAPS WE CAN KISS?....arrive/ducats!!!?....No postcards, sadly, these dayz. But still, yes, I see a rainbow...don't shoot me?...in your eyes?

c.2021, dave delacroix AT LARGE in Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, N0: 51: "Armangnac."

Our Man in Belize: dave delacroix, No. 51: "Armangnac." 

Je SUIS, MIO, MYSELF & I

Je suis, mio, dude in da mirror; I, reflecting YOU, pissed off, lookin ragged, wondrin what...reflecting... what WE gonna do? Je suis, ICH BINS, Nostrovia! A Bloody Mary to start the day or an ARMANGNAC to kill the pain? Who cries out for the wrteched day, the NUIT, the night that encloses your brain? And how did U get there, who fucked, or WHO fucked YOU before you sank into satin blanket?

Je Suis, MIO, you, your DOG, wagging its EGO tale until hell freezes over; did u prophesize, predict, make a minestrone soup to cast away your wildest or rampant inner intentions?

Je suis, a-MIO, dude in da Mirror. A recipe abound!...?.....GAWD!!! I hate USA-American computer  spelling!!!?

c.2022, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, N0: 51: "Potter's Field."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 51: Potter's  Field.

Our Man in Belize, no SNOT RAG, just tissue, who amongst U will bandage the Non-jewish forskin, bitten by Critics Iguanna? Hollywood's Reptiles? Our man in EUROPE, who cries out for MEDIA-CONTROL; what kibutz? In Israel's Appartied, who ploughs the fields? Who scours the Potters Field where J.C. last walked? Rebecca, or some maiden; a price above Rubies?....In the potter's field.

c.davedelacroix.

ur Man in Belize, dave delacroix; no.50: Iguanna Dance.

Our Man in Belize: dave delacroix, No: 50: Iguanna Dance. 

Did your IGUANA  wriggle on your BBQ, last love, do the same, my testicles-bare on woodsen-chair? How DO we RID love's retreat; in Pandoras Box of despair? Or count the moments ...tick/tock...to earth's breaking-sink-hole and/ OR the fury of  death-defying, despair; love's retribution and/ OR the boy & gal, that sinking Well; where nobody wants to GO; nobody thrives, except the wish of the boy/gals polite disdain? Did your INNER Iguanna wriggle and make old Lover a BBQ? How the Iguanna squirms in your yesterday!

c.2021. davedelacroix/

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, no.47: UK EXAMS.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No. 47: NO EXAMS! 

YO BRO, I got to DIE before U. I got to die before JFK, I got a winning Ticket: 9/11, I got OUT O here! Never did I scan a jet lookin for Muslim Bombers, having to queue up at AIRPORTS; didnt give a fig! No Extinction buggers on highways, CLOWNS in No. 10: didnt have to pass UK EXAMS to get to shithole OXFORD Uni gig. And I didnt have to masturbate-frantically to leave Islington for Croydon; I'd just get a ferry to Amasterdam, Miss FI-FI normally would exacerbate my intention? Yo Bro, U didnt have to DIE before mio?

c.2021, dave delacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: No. 65: MUSLIM PUSSIES!

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, No. 65: Corozal-Belize: In Justice

IN JUSTICE it didn't matter, I had a Prostate. Guy from the shadows tried to RAPE. I zipped my fly, I was taking a discreet whoosit;  SHE screamed, I ran to her. She PEE'D UN-controllably, the Rapist SNEERED before he fled...into the COPS embraces, truncheons, field boots?

In the Court House, the Rapist, some Rich Punk; they said they'd "Work it out."....in Justice. And later that night I watched on TV the FEMALE-HATING-GENDER TALIBAN taking over Afghanistan, wondering just WHY MEN are so scared of WOMEN?...the begetters OF their Existence? These Pussies!???...In Justice.

c.2021, dave delacroix

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: No: 51: Minestrone.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix: No: 51: MINESTRONE.

A DAYZ sans RAGE, a day where hugs and kisses prevail, a day of HEART, a day that starts WITH a new Start? How does curdle your Minestrone of Yesteryear? Get me a WITNESS!!!

A KICK INSIDE, that bambino who announced, I am ALIVE; who can forget the GIG, the UNCTION of your first embrace, your first kiss, the Babee, carried?

A DAYZ without NIGHT, that twilight,  that "joi da vie", that carriage ride in NYC Central Park or Paree-Bois de Boulogne, or Jekyll & Hyde in a London's HYDE Park where after midnight DOGS BARK and/ OR your shadows have no fear to tread? Cept the guilty pleasure of your OWN intrinsic-human  elexir?

Who WAILS for the immaculate conception? Better still?...

c.2021, sept. dave delacroix....."All shook up!"

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.50: Love Unlimited!!!/Corozal-Belize.

 

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.50: "Love Unlimited."/Corozal-Belize.

WERE U DANCED, were U kissed, was that in Corozal-Belize? Were U thrived, were/when U ruled the World, was that in Paris-France? Were U schemed, were U dreamed, was that in St. Petersburg, in the RUSSIAS, and were/when U lived or died, escaped the revolution or the FIRE, was that which drove U to me?

Were U DANCED, in a trance, when you CURSED or sprayed In-flections; that BUZZ that stings to break the wings of all adversity? Were U in flight with broken wings or vows, the kind of junction that kills the Cat's MEOW; did U curtail a LEGEND, did U INvent a Mask of Demitrios, the CHORUS of all mankind?

WHEN U DIED, though rumors abound, CAVES, lockets, Archeologists finger your itinerary in zealous pursuit of your BONES with salavic broth, a leer, a jest. that CONSUMATION of U, Love, yes Love. U!... NAMED!

When U despaired of mortal coils, did U take wing? A universal-visitation leaving your.....when U disappeared did U curdle a fond regret; the death of your spell or an INSIDIOUS regret? Even wise men and fools have yet to frame your symmetry?....Poets yet chant your POW-WOW! And all Lovers shunt in frenzied participation twix love and war.

Where did U dance my Lovely? Genetic Queen of Paradise and Despair? Were U once danced too?

c.2021, sept. dave delacroix

Our Man in Belize: dave delacroix, No: 49: ENGLAND-2021.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 49: ENGLAND 2021.

"OH my CHILDREN how can I lead U?"

Oh my Children how can I lead U, Lead U into terror & destruction? A Gunpowder Plot, negotiations with the ARMY/General Staff, over Coffee with that Prick-Chairman at the BANK of ENGLAND or several eminent investors of exotic Golf Clubs; all told AND in UNISON, perhaps the shit might fly whilst the ROYALS internet-ZAP their wealth to the Cayman Isles or Guillotine REES-MOGGS fly away?

OH my Children, who will pave your ROADS whilst rushing hoards stream "High-Street, smash windows, wreck your Lexus?" Who cries for the Bookseller/nobody shopping? Who cries for the Sally-Army Gift Shop? No-one donating? Just YOU, ya CAUSE and the RAVE down the Street and a SOCCER HOOLIGAN, the man, ex-policeman, in the violent street?

Oh my CHILDREN; wotcha-gonna-DO with them ATOM SUBS, sitting in the bay? Oh my CHILDREN how can ANYONE MAN/WOMAN lead U? No Prince, no Cavalier can REDEEM U from your plight? And all our tomorrows till dusty death debate our collective Night whilst CLOWNS/democracies-Usurpers sit on Britain's Parliament's throne?

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No. 48: "Charlie."

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.48: "Charlie."

When the BOY KICKS or wipes U away... or the GIRL, in some scoundrels bed, or the friend who WASN'T, stabbed U behind, or a Political Cause, Usurped, left U, again, behind, and the Umbrella-Bank for a LOAN says "NO!"/when it rains or the "Times they R 'a-Changing" left U without a SONG, left U in the DRAIN and EVERYONE suddenly got that "thousand yard stare"; then U "CHARLIE", Charlie, can U lend me a Dime? Cause Charlie, Charlie  just don't SURF. A dude, a GIRL perceived with no spine! Charlie: the Boy, the Girl; circling OUT of time?

Maybe COOL in your 20's, 30's, 40's-GALORE but U'd better find your fixture in the WORLD'S  "Musical-Chairs" of your Folklore, that INNER-song where U belong, that VERSE, that CHORUS which GOD gave ya, C'OS Charlie, Charlie, U out on your own and Life's regrets assault your TIME like Piranhas!

Nibble-nibble!

When the Girl or Boy kicks, the GAL (or boy) says, "Hey Slick? Get outta here!" When the WORLD turns UP-side down and U got no Inter-net? Who U gonna cry to? To whom do U sing?...Maybe your last selfish thought? And all the WORLD, outside, goes around and round. Hey Charlie? "Hey watch Me, MOFO: I walk into my rainy oblivion!!!"

c.2021, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.47: "I-ACCUSE!!!"

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.47: "I-ACCUSE!!!" 

JACUSSE, I ACCUSE the UK, USA, CHINA, RUSSIA of FEMALE GENDER REPRESSION/EXTERMINATION in Taliban-Afghanistan!

I Accuse the USA. Cheerleader at the Rodeo!

I accuse CHINA!...Sweet Lady serving Tea.

I accuse Russia-Babushka!

I accuse the U.K. CRESSIDA, london Chief of London-Police!!!

I ACCUSE your SOUL; In shah allah or WHO in the ORDER of Angels hears these words!?

EDUCATION/TEACHING/ADMIN JOBS for WOMEN in AFGHANISTAN. NooooooO: AK-47 JUSTICE!!! INTELLIGENCE RULES.

c.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 46: "Tweets & Blogs & Song."

 

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 46: Tweets  & Blogs & Song.

TWEETS & BLOGS & VLOGS go passing by for my girl in the sky who left me SO FAR behind in Tweets, Blogs, her pages?

Blogs R full of NEWS, the kind that I ignore, but yet her News was somehow touching Me?

And should I, a Nobody, Connect? Does anyone know or understand the SINEW that binds? Foolish Love? That kick-start to Despair? WHo perfects an Ode to Melancholy? A guy without a Job?

TWEETS n' Blogs n' Sings the Song that raptures your Soul or like a Nightingale on a  wing, something illusive, a reflection?

Tweets & Blogs and Song, I sing to U; a farewell song to those Tweets, Blogs & Vlogs? Heaven applause as wings rise noiselessly in my heart!

c.2021.davedelacroix,our man in belize.

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 44: "A Highland Tale."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 44, "A Highland Tale."

At the outset I must, as a provincial Police detective/Edinburgh Fraud Squad more attune to un-raveling CLERKS with feather & Pen, dropping a nought here, a Comma, someplace before a Yawl set sail 'a Tam-O-Shanta? But my Kilt, Sporan and Waistcoat were SEJOINED by Scottish Government and Holy KIRK to uncover the "Mystery of Tellanibroich" in the year of our lord....18.... It was a high wind to Jamaica OR a frigid gale to the Shetland Isles that left me on a funereal quay stone block; did I say WINDSWEPT? My pitiful SO-WESTER little protection; my testicles hit cryogeric-mode! And greeted by a Murderer, his VICTIM, and 200 Sheep, the only likelihood of truthful testament. TAXES U understand, by Law had failed to tithe & account!?

It must be noted there WERE some distracted Lobster-harvesting fishermen and  several English tourists and TWO GERMAN SPIES. The latter, of no interest to this my tale. The Sassenachs/English were quickly eradicated from my enquiries as their main presence in loc. was to excessively imbibe the local "Malt" and never send Postcards to their distant wives; angling for the Red Herring. As U can imagine this menagerie of diss-reptuable iconic suspects blurred-bleak the even bleaker fog and mist  that IS the CARDOGAN of the outer-Hebrides climate.

U need to KNOW that Hamish & Jock Mctavish, both greeting me on landing had yet not decided to kill one another. But BOTH had long deliberated the perfect murder. And HAS the Scottish Government backed by Holy KIRK legally ordained, somebody had to open their Sporan; neither welcoming this loss in Coin!... OCH! To cut a long tale by its hindees? Eventually, I summoned 2 Constables from the mainland. Twix ourselves we deduced the brothers, Hammish & Jock, one or tuther,  had initiated a Sheep-Stampede which either drove ONE brother over the craggies into the raging sea OR the plan backfired...sheep being what they are?...and the SHEEP revoked and did same to the un-intended! One lost at sea. The other died of shock incidentally. Sheep doing fine, last seen.

Now back in closet Edinburgh mongst Clerks, quills, legal shennanigans I ponder all this which I have recorded. And Bagpipes! Like destiny? The Pipes, the Pipes from the heavens to your heart... me-thinks are calling.

c.2021. dave delacroix."A Highland Tale."

Our Man in Belize; No: 43: "CROMWELL."

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix. No: No43: "CROMWELL."

YO!!!... HOW OFT I THOUGHT...a Rennaisance  Poem...WHY bloody decision? WHO KILLED U when U were in love? Who Killed your HEART? Who DID DA BOOGIE?. .History. BRUTH! GARGLE-TRUTH!!! And bodies, piles, YOU leave in your battlefield-lane?

In later Centuries, we wander lonely as a CLOUD. Lots. RICKY 3 or Henry 2: Bloodshed: GIMMIE YA TAXES; lots of lads get to DYING. And the flower of OUR Island, birdsong full bereft of handsome Lads sworn into the Butchery of Civil War, the Pike & Musket  for a Coronet covered in human blood?

WHAT ....MAN...sanctions.....WARTS & ALL:CROMWELL or the PISS in U? The "dynamic" of "the Few"? Songs yet to be sung! Englishmen can keep their powder dry! Try to be a TOURIST in the Emerald Isle. Better U be a Colonial. Wales. Scotland? Tryin to figure OUT just where I belong? "MY NAME IS OLIVER!"

c.2021,dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.51: Yesterday's Love.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.51: Yesterday's Love.

Daunted, daunted, daunted by these Words, who will bring my Love back to me? The killer of Thomas A-Beckett, CASSIUS to Julius Caesar, Romeo to Juliet, YOUR REMEMBRANCE, ages in conflict? History awash in broken Hearts: Who, WHO will bring back Youth or Love: YOUTH, my Love on a plate?

Who will bring back my Love? Who curses Hamlet's minions EVEN dead Yorrick! Who curses Lady Macbeth's intuition or the 3 witches, Larry, Curly & Moe in Drag? Who Dog-bites the yearning Hound? Who dispels superstition or ignorminity? You!? GOGOL's Dead Souls! Do they SWARM!? Do they SHOUT!!!

Who will bring back my Love? That Good Shepherd: Come live with  Me and BE my love? Who dances in my living ecstacy except Time's mocking Devil and all the folly left in my lap...bequeathed, sons & lovers?..Dostoyevsky in a Casino. ALL is gamble/possible whilst U have a PULSE. Thus I CRY!....my Yesterday's Love? PHONE HOME!!!?

c.2021. Aug. davedelacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 50: YELLOW DOG

 Our Dude in Belize, dave delacroix: No: 50: YELLOW DOG.

SWEET THANG on CAYO beach, sweet thang, once U were mine? Sweet thang, ROTUND, Conche shell we held in our hands, VOICE of the Sea?@ Sweet thang, U meant SO much to Me, Babbee? Eterenal love makes Fools; our memories, our laughter crash-cross reef-shore? Who buys a T-shirt? A Yellow dog. AMAZING. We R Strangers. Gig Manh!!!

c.2021.davedelecroix. corozal-belize.....

Our Man in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.50: "The SPLASH."

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.50: "The Splash."

Coldest wave that ices my heart? How did we begin? Reckless joy? Girl, Buddy? Some plan? Where WORLD said JO, gig till all asunder. Who SCREAMED first? Who wrote a Song? Knives & Forks, SPOONS, the weapons of...

Coldest wave that ICES the heart? A mountain, a River, a Culture, AN INVASION; that Enigma, that SNOT from the nose;  that just will not blow; who WROTE the CODE for which U must follow? SNOT! Love's  detritous!?

WHO cries for the 1960's Snotty Love-lost wearing John Lennon spectacles? Pre-Nerd-NERD? Any discussion on HOW in a B/W T.V. World he masturbated-frantically? Any comments?

Coldest WAVE, "boogie-board", Fag-Cafes, Mods & Rockers, Vespa Scooters with 20 MIRRORS that saw a "Yesterday"; catch the cold SPLASH.

c.2021.davedelacroix., "The Splash."

Our Man in Belize, No:49: Heart-Moon-Cloud.

Our Man in BELIZE, No.49: Heart-Moon-Cloud. 

Dat Heart-Shaped KRIOL-BELIZE Moon, alight ya heart, don't ya know? Midnite with no Shades! Music without Notes! A BEACH dance. The palms dance their sway which leaves this poor boyo with nothing to say?

Dat Heart-shaped Kriol Gal; where did she go? Swept away on silver beaches, humming a Calypso? And I, under the swaying palms, look to the Zodiac heavens, look to the Caribbean sky?

Dat Heart shaped CLOUD, moon-silver, yet HOW or WHY did U not stay?...

c.davedelacroix, 2021, aug. our man in belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.48: "Dance of the Palms."

 Our man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.48: Dance of the Palms.

Why did U leave? Why did I? Kids on a train or caught in the rain, like lovers; and a high wind to Jamaica and the dance of the Palms?

Why did U leave? Why did I? No Hurricane, no Festa-boogloo that the Carribean is opt to do? Just me & U, a backdrop of Paradise that's perfection hunted WE down to our marrow's bone?

Who CARVES love? On a tree? In a Poem? A Song? An everlasting-meant to be?

Why did U go? Me, bloody well too! And now all aloft our reasoning, maybe in Jamaica to a symphony of swaying Palms that dance ever beckoning? A Mockingbird should LOOK so sublime!

c.2021, dave delacroix, our man in Belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: no:47: The Succubus/deep blue sea.

Our Man in Belize:dave delacroix:  no.47: The Succubus/deep blue sea.

 DID  my Music hit U morning, did I hit U nite, did I hit U Paradise? Did I hit U Wednesday or TUES, did I hit U SAX or "wiv da Blues", sometimes it hurts? Did I hit U Bloody Mary morning, did I TOO reach out and yell, did I hit too; nobody SCREAMING, just talkin bout our Youth?....smokey room?

Did U KILL ME Yesterday, did U kill me in High School, that Belsen-Aushwistz emotion where the lucky ones get out alive? U get some EXAM-passes onto the University Gas Chamber, educational QUADS and from their/THERE, looking for MENGELE twins, Chinese eyes, Poets who can string a ryhme? WHO can spell these days, Nerve Mind Twitter? The accent on NERVE!

Did I awaken on a Winter's solstice day with "jingle bells" dat HOSSAHNAH, the tears/NO RAGE as an embryo to wiggly human-specie, genetically able to kiss Ass, suck dick, or delve into sad humanities deep blue sea? And all that Morning, that glistening, a suction kiss. The Succubus. By golly! Destiny's Lamia! This reptile dosen't play Cricket!?

c.2021, davedelacroix

our man IN whoosit: DAVE DELACROIX, No.47: Dave Brubeck.

 

Our Man in Whoosits, dave delacroix, No. 47: Dave Brubeck.

Dave Brubeck. I wandered. Dave Brubeck. I wasn,t Jewish. I lived in London. I NEVER took FIVE.  played JOHANNA, never wore a Star on my Sleeve. .Dave; kid with kicks, KEYES...SONGS. Carrots-delivery. Let me know where your Mom wants doorstep!?

C.2021, DAVE DElACROIX., OUR MAN IN WHOSSIT.   

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.43: "I lost my Shoe."

Our Man in BELIZE, No.43: "I lost my Shoe." 

...I LOST my SHOE in Corozal-Belize. I was SWIMMING. It sailed out to SEA. It was NOT my intention, nevertheless, my stinky SHOE showed up in a KIBBUTZ. Naturally, big-boogie. THE SHOE!....And I started the WORLD;s Troubles. Several MAJOR NATIONS Governments/HIDING my Identity have been SEARCHING for the OTHER Shoe? And like GOD, and for the "life of me", I wish I could WANT to remember?...Or find a reason to satisfy their Intellectual greed?

c.our man in belize, dave delacroix, 2021.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.42: COHIBA-CIGAR...

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.42: COHIBA-CIGAR

...I think of Anita, I think of Claudia, every time SEZ, something U do RIGHT? I think of Francesca, Monique, Anne Frank, or some GIG, the Gig U got thru? Aint it just like U?

I think of Mike, Greg, the STEVIES, the noble Klaus, the LEDERHAUSEN of brAVE KIDS WHO THREW IT ALL AWAY?

i THINK OF new jawk city, that URBAN CROCODILE JAW, Jew on Jew; nobody gets no kibutz in THAT damned town?

As for Paris? A Sauciese Paradise? GESMACHT!!! 

Taking fotos? Now THERE-s a gettout gig. B/W....Can I be in One?

TELL ME how can I fix CORRUPTION in BELIZE if I cannot fix the ROT in Greenwich Village, Positively 4th. St.?

c.2021, our man in belize, dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.50: "The POET or the Lamb?"

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.50: "The Poet or the Lamb?" 

GODZ, please kill your HERIACHY of Corrupt Politicos, and in Showbiz, GAYS, JEWS, Transendoes/all minorities ON BROADWAY, not forgetting UPPER CLASS BRITS/correct Oxford Drama Schools/the KREMLIN, a.k.a:"jewish occupied territory": the BBC, the BITS & BOBS of THESPIAN despair? Who SUCKS the NATIONAL Microphone? Who sucks or BUILDS the "pissoir" of eternal GODZ, who command your frantic Masturbation; who stands the Poet or the Lamb?

c.2021, dave delacroix.

oUR mAN IN bELIZE, dave delacroix, nO.45: COLLEGE SCARF-U.K.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.45: "College Scarf."-U.K. 

whad we do WHEN WE gROOVEY? Whad ya do when U dont care? WHAD ya do when ya GAL is 77 on some Sunset 66 of all u care? Whad U| do when U cannot help a friend, pick a life to say "Hi"? And the  GIG U promised for so many hearts in your past, gone, gone with time?

Whad U gonna DO when an old friend surprise-comes? Blackmail into U being KIND; and utters ALL the old Passwords, the secret knocks, that YOUTH U inter-twined? All, gone with the DAY, aLL GONE with the Proverbial, your College Scarf, clossett-hid so the KIDS don't go immediately nuts on that WHad we did babe, NO CONDOM...?

c.2021, coozal-belize....

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, N.43: VENI, vidi, Rag N Bone.

 NO ICE, no Vice, no divice, no bogalaloo. CAN WE TALK BOUT IT!??....

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix. No.43: "VENI, Vidi, Rag N Bone."

VENI, VIDI, VINCI, wotch'a gonna do in your GOLDERN HELMET, who do U OWE, who must U PAY for your Senatorial Toilet, how do U EXPLAIN your years in IT iliteracy and then kiss who U love?. Did U pay your TAB? Dress: 2 Tone Suit? Veni, vici, god knows the GIG but it OUGHT to mean more than Sheffield Wednesday!!!?...Speedway!...I over- looked it once. From Hills above.

c.2021, dave delacroix, corozal, belize.

Our Man in Belize, davee delacroix; No.50: "Yankee Dollars."

Our MAN in BELIZE, No.50: "Yankee Dollars." 

NO MANH, no TEABAG, mah Mah. No Tea-bag, no Coffee Monkey, no Teabag, mah manh, indentured, SURGAR_PLANTATION, London Broker's ENSLAVE; no Manh, no Teabag bring food to our table?

NO TEABAG, NO COFFEE Manh, no CAYO-free, NO TOURISTA when ya MANH, Sugar-CANE, workin for "Indentured" WAGES....iin BELIZE?

No Manh, no WIFE, no KIDS working for the YANKEE DOLLAR!?...FAT BOYS in Belopan SMACKING their LIPS!?...kiss-kiss-kkiss. 

c.davedelacroix, 2021. BZ, BC. No Tea Bags!!!

OUR MAN in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix, No.49: "Ain't no Mann for U!"

 OUR MAN in BELIZE. dave delacroix, No.49: "Ain't NO man for U."

...SINGING: No NO me Man for U

Ain't no dude for U,

I dont wanna kill a man

no NO me man for U

No stealin, no steal your Car

no me man for U

but if love,

sunset/sunrise

a Belze, come to me now

or I aint no man a Cayo?

OH NO! No no man

for Mei, Sunset!!!

c.davedelacroix, 2021, Coroza-Belize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.48: "No BEAH for U."

 

Our Man in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.48: "No BEAH for U."

No COM ma BEAH, no com ma Beah, no com ma BEAH,

mi Beah aint U

mi Beah anno U

mi beah a no FRUIT, for U.

No com ma BEAH, no com, tomorrow?

Ma Beah, no U, me Beah, No U,

ma Beah dont fit your Shoes:

no com, no come....!

...mi Beah no for U....!

c.2021, davedelacroix. KRIOL SONG.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix; No.47: "BEAH." (Carrib.: magic/beauty)

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.47: "BEAH!" (Carrib.:magic/beauty)

When BEER e done, wine come.

When love e gone, devil come!

When Sun go down

U shine

Sunrise? 

Your BEAH rises

a colour NO know?

When kiss fade

a wave 

on trouble-shore;

awash in your gone glory!

When beer e done

wisdom come

to fight devil

who fights the BEAH

in your smile

that leave me here? HERE.

c.2021, davedelacroix, cz-belize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE/EUROPE/AMERICA/Usual CORRUPT BELIZE COPS....drug test/bank account chk DIGS? NO COPS get Drug Tests? F.B.I where R U?...On the Latin Bongo PAYROLL TOO?

   

OUR MAN in BELIZE. Europe/USA/CORRUPT HELL, om-going? IN BELIZE, N0: 45: BEFORE the Assassin, Drug test for SENIOR COPS?....WHOA!!! OBESITY not only TOP COP GIG!!!

BELIZE. The People.

JE SUIS DESPAIR MAMA her love was not EQUAL for U and Me on the Bois du Bolongue where all the Homosexuals meet? Where Francine said "Non!" to fish, a Lesbian, et MOI, I think I am JEWISH, cut out Pork, give me Pheasant? Mamma; her very wo5rds? DO? I fornicate insidious Culture PENIS macho Uniform? Flashing light-CAYE U, CAYE ME!. Je suis despair, Non Napoleon!!!

Pheasant?...How do I DEAL with these Belezean MONSTERS who promenade in dry-clean Uniforms, belts & Guns, when ALL I and my Children HAVE aRE SPUN-WORN CLOTHES and FOOD, the kind these UNIFORMS will never TASTE or lost in their death-mammas last embrace; NOT working for the YANKEE DOLLAR, muck worse! BELIZEAN-POLITIC-CANNIBALISM.....Watch the Politicians sapping each OTHER on the back!

Je Suis despair. Gotta Crocodile...named Ralph... out back of mah Casa. I know HE is there.....!...I got a CROCODILE out back. Wotchchagonna DO BELIZE? And SO it goes. The People.

c.2021.davedelqacroix,corozal, belize."Je suis despair"...Chanson-Francais".

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 45: BELIZE MAMMAS! (Fat Cops)

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.45: BELIZE MAMMAS! (Fat Cops)

dedicato: Gal @ Pub on 4th St. Corozal. Please do NOT shoot HER?....

WELL "WE" Stuck OUT, gave it our FIST, a REVOLUTUION, yelled, hollered, SCREAMED bloody Mary!! MAMMAS quit Kitchen, Boys quit the FIELDS, DAD's quit grumblim, ORGANIZERS rolled up their Sleeves!? DE-FROCKED POLICE, we Whipped them in Hopkins, Orange Walk, Corozal, BZ CITY, they ran to their Mommas in Quantalamama ROO? ...last seen selling their Uniforms in flea-market Chetuzmal-MEX.? Cops R sometimes...."..........." fill in blank?...Authority-My DICK!

WEEE'LL......ONE TIME... we RAISED OUR SHOUT, BELIZE style. bUT STILL? aNY ONE IN uNIFORM...IN bELIZE...is IN OUR trigger hairs? Less THEY or WE forget? The People have SPOKEN. OUR SILENCE is their POWER. WAY U BEEING!??? WHAD U DONE!!!???

Expecting BELIZE SOUP...to come around again, as YOU will allow; NO Belize Mommas, except them with GUNS & Uniforms!...

c.davedelacroix.Miami FLA. Back in BZ on Wednesday. I will wear large Sombrero. Tropic Air. Frickin-funny!

RELAX. The Obese powers that BE here aren't Literate. Too snorted with Coca-cola. Belize-Mammas!

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.44: Belize Face.

 OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.44: Belize Face.

TROPIC, SWEAT, Belch, re-fried GUNGA-DIN, Rice, CHILLI: the Heart U conquer TWIX sunset-Manh or clampdown Hurricane-love; all of the ABOVE, the JUICE, the MERCURY distilled, a shadow-SUN, reminds me of U? A percussion, DRUMS that throb "BELIZE NITE!" S'why I throw my LIMBS into cool Caribb. Sea? A "raison d'etre" looking for a face...?

davedelacroix. c.2021. Corozal, belize.

Our MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.43: KRIOL: When U come back?

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No.43: KRIOL: When U come back?

G-WAH goin, babee, Gwan-going; ween u back, come back CASH! GWAN-GO, U GO, bak U flap no Wing! Ween U go I say dat!?

Gwan Sun, Gwan Rain. Gwan HURRICAINE, no dey say, Corozal-Belize; Fancy Pant address? Go ween U go sar U no come bak, no bak, Orange Walk, mi town I see U last?

Mi dahling, mey kids, mi heart; we no despair ween U come back! When U come back?...

G-wab goin, babee. Gwan going! Ween U bak, come back, bring MONEY, U goe, U flap no Wing; when U goe I say dat!?. Say ween U...

c.2022, dave delacroix. our man in belize.

OUR KRIOL MAN in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No.14: Doghouse-Belize Blues.

OUR KRIOL MAN in Corozal-BELIZE, No. 14: Doghouse Belize Blues. 

dedicato: Noemie, Areetta, Prance, Arturo, Erkin, Baha.....and ME!

DOGHOUSE Belize  BLUES, WEeeN DO a Love U, let mi whiplash-pain, a LOVE so cruel, KRIOL, that succumbs into VEX-vacuum? 

DOGHOUSE Blues! HOW mee love U? At Crossroads? In lagoon?

DOGHOUSE U; where U weening!? When da love CRUSHED, waves of Vissisitudal- ONE EYE -  introspection? Yabba-yabba!

DOGHOUSE WOMAN; that IM-post, UN-posted and da love U owed to U? Weenn we when we go? We go fast, we go sloe!? And DON'T U know?

c.2021. davedelacroix, corozal-belize..

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No.12:: COROZAL "Tool-Kit!"

Our Man in BELIZE: dave delacroix: No.12: "Tool Kit!"

dedicato: Uncle Steven/Pool Czar! 

WHEN U DON/T have FOOD, when U don't have SHOES, u run like the happy wind not knowing Sirocco or the Mandolin, the Balalaika; GODS do not chorus; they crush what U love!...with a hammer.

WHEN U R confused U BECOME that Hammer? And what NAIL will U drive home today? And THERE is ME, walking down a Corozal-Belize dusty Street, wondring: "Can some cool cat please TAKE this TOOL KIT away...from Me?"

c2021.dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

Our MAN in BELIZE; dave delacroix; No.11: "The Loser."

Our MAN/Dude in Belize, No.11: "The Loser."

 DID U DID YA Groovey? Did U Sparkle LIGHTS, did U FIERY-KISS, did U cause a fright? Did U DID what U had you DO, not only to  be BEAUTIFUL but so full of You? Did U ever have second THOUGHTS, a migraine, a Blue? Did U ever cross a LINE in silence? Did U ever sing mah name or put ME in your Frame like the Loser...who lost: the Heart that ONCE cradled yours?...

"CHA! Cha! Cha!"

c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal-belize; Did U Did!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No: 10: "New Jersey."

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE, No: No: 10: New Jersey. ..

..FOUND an extended kitchen lighter in the late nite hour, lovers asleep, I was looking for midnite snackies like UN-requited Lovers do in a Mansion, munchie-munchie, in a Venetian Palazzo, or in the Manor house on some windswept Yorkshire gig, or up-state New York/East coast blah; better still, when that Santa Annas blaze Southern California  wails, you get guilty, your Tuxedo don't mean nothing? Either WAY or any which way....where did U leave your Car Keys?

SLAP!

I never knew her MIDDLE Name!

SLAP!

Did U ever wanna move to NEW JERSEY!?

SLAP!

c.2021.davedelacroix; corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE; No. 8:: a la recherche: RAZZORBACKS!!!

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE; No.8: a le recherche-Razzorbacks!!!

DON'T GET IN MAH face ARKANSAS! Don't get in my FACE bout my VAN! I drove Dave Delacroix from the INTERSTATE and got Dave's ASS up to Pulaski Heights!? And I didnt KNOW the City Streets, I didn't know the SWING that a backwoods Gal might ever know but I TAUGHT young DAVE; Dave? here's the BRIDGE! Kid I know JUMPED off that sucker; guess what? I just came into $20: I bought 2 CDs; achy-breakie, some other? And I PICKED U UP hitch-hiking on an Inter-State Rain-storrm.We drove across a bridge by LITTLE ROCK. My Brother and Friends used to DIVE off that sucker. She said? "Dave? People, Arkansas? We never get out of the Woods?".....Love I got to give. Meantime, growing OLD....? I-m thinking bout YOUR....why? U ARK-Gal was the Best!!!....

c.2021, davedelacroix

Our Man in AMERICA, our Man In Europe, Our Man IN BELIZE, No.7: OXFORD/CAMBRIGE BOAT RACE: No pity for Ullyses.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No: 7: OXFORD/CAMBRIGE BOAT RACE: No pity for Ullyses. 

dedicato: Sir John Waller, Bart.

EVERYBODY KNOWS it Rains. every Fucker knows; your stupid Brain, BITCH, fucker, ass-hole, that fricker U R sleeping with bad hair-cut, NO PEDIGREE, like ME with a DEGREE; bad ROUGH from OXFAM, foreskin-City: wotcha gonna do when he offers U some GLU? Penelope? Love-thingy? SODOMY!?

Everybody knows MENSTRUAL PAIN, stuff with which U cringe, cool T-shirt, Thorsten Veblins; Spell? Nobody CAN feel the same? Ask!? GOOGLE; Carol White in a 50s Film Noir...A mirror awaits. Clair Bloom at the Berlin Wall? Everybody gets a bullet?...in your pancras?

Everybody knows the Curry take-a-way. Every body knows. No PITY for Ullyses. WoctchagonnaDO!?... as the TRAD OX-CAM boat race GILLED with Russki Spies sodomize the river Thames in all its insidious tides?

The RELIEF of wearing WHITES...at Cricket?

c.davedelacroix, our man in...Corozal, Belize.

Our MAN in ...in BELIZE, No: 7: COROZAL-SCREAM.

 Our MAN in Corozal...in BELIZE, No. 7: Corozal-Scream!

........and I SCREAM in Corozal.

Nice SMILE, good GUILE, U gotta Credit Card? Hugs with, Winter catch U a J. Depp, cafe dans le Rue? Johnny got enough problems, let' thinks bout Me & U and any which way IF U put down that PHONE I will SCREAM in Corozal?

Nice COSTUME in water/OUT, tits & teeth, no need to shout? Do I posture, my BEER GUT for Papparazzi-Vogue, the Slimline-Nouveau that...in some SOCIETY...they must know and holla Eggs, beans, bell peppers, how do I worship CHRIST, some scumbag BZ PASTOR, a cockroach in the cupboard, fermenting: Pastor SCREAM?

Cerebral-whatever, LOLLY-EYES, kiss Native. Goodness, confounded by DRUG-Corruption Police; Politicians Oversight? WHO Polices the Police? Who Checks OUT these FAT BOYS, these Ministers who promote each other?...KATANGA: Open the BORDER/Free Trade or tyranny, BZ-MEX with an AK-47, this democracy-depraved?

BRITISH HONDURAS. Leastways, wasn't there a Railroad!?

....and I SCREAM in Corozal-Belize, U Tyrants!

c.2021, davedelacroix,corozal,belize.

Our Man in ...the DUDE, IN BELIZE, No: 6: Bardolino & MIO.

 Our MAN, the Dude, Dave Delacroix, No.6: IN BELIZE: BARDOLINO & MIO

dedicato: Donnatella.

Bardolino, Mio, twins, Arlechinos, laughing in defeat, disgust, despair, sometimes we shopped at CRAI Supermarkets throughout Italy; THERE U could see real TEARS: a Can of Soup/price a Diamond ring?

Bardolino and Me; Abruzzo, retro-repro-grates, highway ruffians, Robin HOOOODS, never robbed from the Rich but we gave what we had...to the Poor?...Her name was always Maria; she invariably wore a Crucifix, swore she was a Virgin, had 3 kids to support?

Bardolino & Delacroix; The Police Carribeanos put out a TEXT MESSAGE: Don't Arrest these Fools, Just give Em a Glass of Wine & a Pannini!? As U can imagine, BEING an OUTLAW this was a tad embarassing: Who do we Shoot!?  A Shark? A Barracudda? Our Foot?

Barolini & ME; we HAD to go finally GO STRAIGHT, marry distant Cousins and AS in Sicily, Cabria, Abruzzo, Emelia-Romagna, Tuscany, etc., initiate our own Internet talk show. LIFE as they SAY can sometimes be a FIAT senza benzine!? Bardolino & Me. Sempris.

c.2021. dave delacroix, corozal, belize.

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE, No.6: MERLOT & Me!

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE, No.6: MERLOT & Me!

I was School Boy, Captain of the RUGGER TEAM, 14 yr old superstar: but then there WOZ dat god damned MERLOT?

I was BIZ-CAPO in some BIZ-gig, see U for lunch? -always MERLOT?

I kissed "the ONLY WOMAN I EVER LOVED" but there was always MERLOT.

I bought a Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow...but I signed it over to MERLOT.

Now I am dying it ALL seems HUNKY DORY to me. Awaiting MERLOT knocking at my Door!

S-whad!!!?

Too many P.C. Whinners on this Planet!

MERLOT? Come back, someday,  to me...

c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE, No. 5: The Sugar Cane Boy to his Love.

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE, No.5:The Sugar Cane Boy to his love. 

DO U CPOCDODILE when U bite? An ALLIGATOR? Like things in a SLICE? Or a nibbling CAYMAN, victim-flounder in the Mangrove? How does your Love go?

Do U great white shark, shear something into nothing, clean as a Butcher's knife, out-cold, the MEAT served like Revenge or black Homicide?

Do U break my heart in parting, my panting, awaiting and then, expect me to go on?

For YOU, low Wage I cut the Cane!!!

Do YOU whisper my name in your dreams like in MY dreams I whisper for U?...

c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe, IN BELIZE, No. 4: Grocery Bill!

 Our Man in BELIZE, dave delacroix, 2021/OUR MAN in Europe.No.4: Grocery Bill.

OUR MAN U SEE who SEE dem grinning Skulls, dem SMILES U fill with wistful emotion? Our MAn, dat Dude, who sees the UN-believable, who confesses, in the here-after?

 Our MAN U HUG, no shutter-bug, who holds on TO YOU as long as he can? That BOOG-A-Loo, that mis-begotten Few who U call, your Friends, or Uncle Sam?

Our Man in SPACE, our man-Woman, no-RACE, our GODZ, stuff: roaDSIDE DETRITUS; DID u THINK IT sane TO Give it a name on a Grocery bill?

OUR MAN in YOU; intrinsical boy, Girl, ego, YOU!...For U I leave this space:......................................!

c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal, belize.