Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO, The Cancun Diaries, No.48: EYE of Tomorrow.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO, The Cancun Diaries, No. 48: EYE of Tomorrow. 

In the EYE of TOMORROW that seals you zeal, your desperado, your last-minute deal; in the BLAZON EYE that succours-forth: Guilt, REGRETS...that Bitch?...REVENGE!, that last 30 Quid U invested on a Horse at the Track? That EYE, goddammit: WISH U owned Tomorrow-s Franchise in a BITCOIN HULK that-s meant to survive? Or on Political WINDS, that Market of Usurpers who Sell U back what U already OWN -then attach a TAX!? Is it the FOOL, the flaw of Tomorrow-s Eye that bleeds for a yearning, that Inherant-please-gimmie!, that inate-generic-TRUTH, the SPINE of our Evolution that lesser Mortals Sycthe, cutting U down to Servitude?...You FOLD at the LEAST self-Interest? ...GADZOOKS!!! There is NO cure. There is NO Sin. Just a picture, a SELFIE, by insidious Man-s Hands of the Trash-Can we are in. Meantime, can I sing U a silly song: The night is long that never finds the day?

c.2021. davedelacroix, cancun-mex.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO, No. 47: Last Nite in Cancun.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO, No. 47: Last Nite in Cancun

..LAST NITE IN CANCUN, Doug T. outta C-Rica, outta California; with full compliment of Ragazzi, holding Court: "Where-s the FOOL!?" And the Waiter says, "Let me get U some Mexican Salsa?" -The Innocents don-t object. Whilst at the patios adjacent Pool Table the COMPADRES hit the 8-Ball twice as fast! Ay Carramba! Mexico. Quinntano-Roos! The intoxicated SAMBA captures the Night in it-s Net: So far, far away... a Calypso? Like the GIG U-d rather forget; a Revenance PULSATING at you Dignity, your Wallet, maybe you Soul?

c.2021. davedelacroix @ Bicho Cantina, Avenida Coba, Cancun.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO: The Cancun Diaries, No. 46: YOU DIED!

 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/in MEXICO; The Cancun Diaries, No.46: YOU DIED!

Death -Cometh-soonest, like it or not? There-s a FLURRY on you Facebook, piteous grandiose-lamenting, A GROAN from your Creditors, CRITICS reluctantly scribble some personal sentiment a'la mildly-worded VENOM; your EX-Wife is in Ecstacy, BUYS a new Maserati, your KIDS, mostly, confused bout your Un-expected itinerary wonder if they can skip the next semester, your Accountant is burning the Books, your Banker is glad to be rid of you?  ALL that Stuff?...You DIED.

Death-Cometh-Soonest. WORD gets out. A DOZEN old loves lament you passing; One, so affected, commits Suicide: she O.D-s on Heroine. She leaves a tear-drenched Note. Nobody reads it. A bunch of Old Shipmates get LOADED/crash their Bargee/piss off the Canal-Authorities for WEEKS! And your 1,000 Facebook "friends", BLANK, wondering, so USED to your Chatter/"joi da vie" post suggestive "Selfies" in hopes of response then, through LACK OF, then post pictures of their CAT or plant-Cacti in a bad mood....YOU DIED.

Death-comes-soonest, maybe UN-expected? The "Cousins" you never HEARD of plough through the "rectus" of your furniture, bric-a-brac, old photos/Videos/Clothes, check out your still-wearable shoes, that old Guitar, keepsakes, bits and bobs? Pretty soon, nothing left  to pillage! And then there-s suddenly a STRANGER in this throng! WHO DAT!? Some GAL you never heard of. The Sister of the GAL who O.D-ed? Who Dat!? some BRO? The Ship-mate who, crying in YOUR name, crashed the Bargee? And all a-flutter, your last NUMBER, your Swan-song, but would you know it?...YOU DIED.

c.2021/davedelacroix/on the coco-bongo beach/cancun-mexico/so far, alive and kicking.

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/The Cancun Diaries No. 45: A Whiter Shade of Pale.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Cancun Diaries No. 45: A Whiter shade of Pale. 

SHE went out of her Way, SHE made sure I did not go broke, THEY gathered around, with Bass-Guitar, Drum Kits, Saxophone; we HAD no money?

SHE made sure I was not HOMELESS. SHE bought me a Winter-s over-coat. SHE drove me miles & miles to get to a GIG; SHE, in wonder, left me at the Stage Door door?

....And JUST when U think EGO-INSIDIOUS, an Artistic-ring, MARRIED to some GUITAR-LOSER...?The rascal tells the tale...(Keep GOING in yr mind)...

"I" went out of my Way. "I" made sure she didn-t go broke, "I" organized the Studio, the UN-paid Session Guys...with NO money. A repetition of a R&R Illusions. The STUFF R&R DREAMS are made of? 

Mostly, nobody - almost nobody - died. The STUFF - U got it! - dang DREAMS R made of!...She ran off with a Santa-Monica REAL-Estate Agent; left me with a bunch of Songs. Feeling kind of Sea-sick: And nobody wore Plaid like - U got it! - a Whiter shade of whoosit!

c.2021, dave delacroix./cancun/mexico....Above SUNG to orig. tune/with imagination/performing acrobatics..

Our Man in Europe/in Mexico, dave delacroix: The Cancun Diariws No.44: "She-s not THERE!"

 Our Man in Europe, in Mexico, dave delacroix, The Cancun Diaries No. 43: SHE-S NOT THERE!!!"

BIG STUFF. BIG PROCLAMAITION. S-WHAT folks DO, excited, gotta-wince-gripe-cut their Hearts in 2: IN TWO!!! S-what KIDS decide: Do they KILL their PARENTS or just "put up" with the IN-herant In-sanity, POSTED-early to the U.K. SODOMY Schools, Eton, Harrow, Muff-divers, for the Gals: Rodean? ON THE WRACK, most British Politicians will confess to Sodomy as TOO: School/Gals and Swiff-s recalling an ENFORCED orgasm!? But ONLY...Bung/RUG: Discounting the Yiddish-CUT OFF THE FRICKING FORESKIN, BURN the LABIA of Sudanese/Etheopian Parliamentry representatives/ TITS as fried EGGS in some GRINDHOUSE-movie?....Collectively, U R NOT worth it...looking for my Cigarette Lighter...HOW do I U deal with your HORROR!?....I just went to a normal Comprehensive School. Happy-ish Kids. I was Captain of the Rugby Team?

....WHERE was your LOVE in dah Needle, where was your LOVE in the Cocaine-Snow? Where was your love in the last dregs, an Alcohol-despair  |and just WHERE was your Love when SHE, alone, set out in the cold  Winter-s snow?

c.2021/dasve delacroix. "She-s Not There!"

Our Man in Europe/in MEXICO, dave delacroix, The Cancun Diaries: No.43: "COCO-BONGO".

 Our Man in Europe/in MEXICO, dave delacroix, The CANCUN DIARIES, No.43: "COCO-BONGO".

Do I ask the beating Quintanno-Roo/Mexican SUN to quit on beating down  OR ask a bambino not to demand it-s infantile Civil-Rights/ an EXTRA Habenero Chilli on its Burrito/ or "How come U didn-t wax my Boogie-board!?" Any which way: It-s Coco-bongo!...Facing Yucatan-Caribbean Waves? Even JESUS can WAIL!?

Do I explain to MY "Ay-Caramba"-Babee/Amorata, my Credit-Cards have just committed-Suicide/ will she still love me at Night/better still, over a "Bloody-Mary" over beach-breakfast? Yet GIVE me a fishing Pole, a jagged Spear that I may exert Love-s pulse/HARPOON tomorrow-s Dynamic; to cast a beach-flung NET; to re-capture her Coco-bongo? Will SHE still love me?

Do Lovers/ people-s KIDS, finding me in tropic evenings in some lost-souls beach TIKI-BAR re-writing the progress of One Man-s Tides? The BRO U share, the DUDE U sometimes hide? Nobody knows?...U/Me. Some other side. Any which way, LOST yet defiant? -And a dream, a wish, a twist of FATE, UN-cannily, served-Unexpectant on an UN-known plate; That GIG, that whisks U away to a MIRROR of your reflecting?

c.davedelacroix. CASA DAVE. Calle Yalahan, Cancun-Mexico: FEB-2021.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroixc/in MEXICO/the Cancun Diaries No 42: CHINESE BOX.

Our MAN in Europe, dave delacroix/in MEXICO, The Cancun Diaries No. 42: Chinese Box. 

ALL DIE WITHIN THE CHINESE BOX of your Dreams where U rape your Mother and MURDER your DAD. It-s a NO-Brainer. Pillaging your SISTAS/SODOMIZING those Fricks U call your E-qual-INheritance=Peers; Oh Yea! A GIG-something for PETER the GREAT-s LAWYERS, all TWO, ONE he thought should be HUNG/Pre-Silk.

All die within the CHINESE BOX, that ORIGAMI of a Lover-s heart, that SPURT of  a SMILE which drags Lover-s-Two into that MORASS: The Longing? Who cares which one-s the Hipster!? KODAKS! Pre-Exposose-SELFIES? Nano-Blackmail? I WACKED!!!

All die within the Chinese Box. Desire-s DREAM; the Dreaming: The forgotten language of the Gods?

The CHINESE BOX resounds within your Cakes and Ale? DID U rape your gentile-English Mamma, did U KILL your DAD?  A personal FRENZY! -U looking for Peter the Greats SECOND Lawyer, the ONE that got away...to plead your CASE....PSTD, ALL FUCKED UP SYNDROME. Who U R. A Chinese box. A Chinese Box. A MEE-HOW too late; SHAY-SHAY: Love-s "Guilty" plea.

All DIE within a CHINESE BOX. Woe, should U think yourself an Emperor....

c.2021, davedelacroix, calle-yalahan, cancun-mexico.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in Mexico: The Cancun Diaries, No.41: Brigadoon.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix in MEXICO: The Cancun-Diaries, No.41: Brigadoon!

WHY DONT THEY COME BACK to BRIGADOON? Why dont they - U Mudthers! - come back to CONEY ISLAND, or Truveille, Biarritz, MONTE- frickin - CARLO, Blackpool-it-s Golden Mile, Heildersheim, those dumb-ass SWISS hang outs: Zurich, boring BERN, Benidorm-OLE! Stupid places where RETARDS used to  swarm; why dont they come back to DUNOON!?

Why don-t they come back to DETROIT? Why don-t they come back to Katy-Texas.? Why don-t they GO BACK to that OLD BAR in  your CITY, gentrified/NO SMOKING!!!/ No GIG-not COOL, why don-t they go BACK to Dijon-France or Dunoon!?

Why don-t they COME BACK to BRIGADOON, a legendary place, a SEASON in your PSYCHE, a MYTH, a CULT, a Swiss-blade Incision that CUTS through your CONDITION, your "humdrum" to MISS opportunity in the PALM of your hand, the HAND U forgot to extend, Boulogne Sur Mer?

Why don-t they COME BACK to Brigadoon; A MYTH, a DREAM; the Chinese say -dreams R the forgotten Language of the GODS; a SCENE, a scheme for your pysche, a Clyde river run: Why don-t they come back to Stonehaven, why don-t they come back to Dunoon?

WHY don-t they come back to BRIGADOON where  Fairies sing, Pipes, Whistles, Fiddles, Gaelic-Joy but ONLY for that one day-to Night-till dawn; a HEARTBEAT; the phenomenon of flashing wisdom.

c.2021, dave delacroix/Apres Billy Connelly-s "Dunoon Song." Just another TAKE on Billy-s idea.

Our Man in Europe/ DAVE DELACROIX/...in MEXICO: The Cancun Diaries, No.40: To LIVE and DIE in CANCUN.

 Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/...in Mexico: The Cancun Diaries, No.40: To Live and Die in Cancun.

...So THERE I WOZ dancing twix TEQUILA and CACTI-senoritas, beach-bound, not a CHANCE at sublimity and looking - outside of the Hotelier Zone - WONDERING just WHAT that BIKINI-PUSSY was worth, the WONDER-Bikini. Some folks spend their entire Lives, festive, in FEVER looking to discover the Female Pissoir bereft of the Malher Liebe Und Lieben SEDUCTION in states of Sado-Masochistic limbo? Yo. Some folks Voyeur, Lobsters on the Beach. Internet Porn-fantasies prevail; gals and guys on-line, in their bedrooms wearing Lingerie? WHO!!!? If I cried OUT amongst the ORDER of the CROSS-DRESSERS would hear me...if I cried out? Meantime, on Cancun-s COCO-BONGO BEACH, gals and Guys: To Live and Die in Cancun: HOOPLA! I-m working on mah Tan!...

c.2021, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe/in MEXICO,, dave delacroix: The Cancun Diaries, No.39: The Lady in the Library/TWILIGHT BONE.

Our Man in Europe/in MEXICO, dave delacroix. The Cancun Diaries, No.39: The Lady in the Library/Twilight-Bone. 

TWILIGHT BONE, that enigma, that STIGMA, that shake-a-leg-STUCK to U? That GODZ-WISH I COULD FORGET!? That Twilight Bone, some GRISTLE to gossip/chew on that INNER MARROW U call your own? And X-RAYED=gossiped it-s OUT THERE for all to see, the VEG, the BLOODY MEAT, pulsating, a FANFARE, a CARNIVALE, Up-skirted! Nobody was S-posed to see the Codecil of your living WILL? Your Scandal, but WORD get-s around? A dalliance in a Summer-s field?

The Twilight Bone, the Skeletal knick-knack of your ambidextrous existentialism, your INNER-published SECRET DIARY, tales of yearning, failure, BOSOM envy, Penis-desire that would WRACK U in wild submission - Who cares what the Neighbors think!? - and the CALL of your Wild where I now find U stamping Date Stamps in a provincial Library. Teeth to grind. Sneers to ABJECT, Christian insults, the PARSON long since fled.

That Summer-meadows FOOL-suitor U long since rejected; now is Winter. And so long ago. What CHOICE the Spinster in a cold, Northern town: Dickens, Voltaire or Thackery?

c.2021, dave delacroix; Cancun-Mexico

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO, The Cancun Diaries, No.38: French Lessons.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO, Tje Cancun Diaries, No. 38: French Lessons.

NOW WHEN I WAS BACK IN MEMORY SCHOOL, West Riding-Yorkshire-U.K. the KIDS were DEAD MEADOWS? I personally HAYSTACKED-ZOMBIE thru last term...but I STARRED in WOODWORK CLASS and BIOLOGY (Amputated dead HEN) and proved my Penile metal with several Country Maidens - AS they did with ME - whose CLAN, a decade later I would feel awkward to being introduced. Kind-a early Youth-shit that comes back to haunt U...!?

 YOWSA! In a LAND of Tradition, a Culture of RUGGER Saturdays, rain, snow or shine I, HISTORICALLY surmise that the Battle of Waterloo was NOT won on the "Fields" of Rugby but that we never knew who the Frick we were and HATED most of our Social SCHOOL "Cell-mates". Folks from different "Shires"? As for  Camaraderie? When we beat the crap out of our Rugger School neighbors WE WERE DAH FEW: raised in the shadow of Spitfires, Lancaster Bombers. Bloody Commandoes! It was ALL BULLY. Nail Em! U-ed get a Medal!

Last year I had the opportunity to live in England. In THIS instance, down in Cornwall. Bunch of Ancient Cornish clowns/old school ties sang: "16,000 Cornish Men". Alas, the Neanderthal Spirit prevails. Their WIVES - if they have any? - were not present. As for ME?...I guess I skipped the mental slaughter of Waterloo or some Nazi flaming my tail?

Now when "I" was back in MEMORY SCHOOL some Gal-Clown was lecturing, the French Lesson Class; kids mostly, were paying attention/trying to look interested, but MIO, apart from operating the 1/4 tape recorder; "Le Chat et sur la mur", repeated ad nauseum, I was pretty much daydreaming, starring out of the window....Probably saved my Rugby-battered CEREBULEM or my present VICTORY-ROLL in the sky: Go figure? 

c.davedelacroix. Cancun-Mexico. 2021.Still wearing Shorts. French teacher always gave me good Marks: David always helps out with the Recording equipment. (Shades of things to come)

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO, the Cancun Diaries, No. 38: The Pied Piper!

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in Mexico, the Cancun Diaries, No.38: The Pied Piper!

THE RATS in the BELFRAY The Rats in the CELLAR, the VERMIN in the SEVEN TRIBE PSYCHE, THAT UNG-STUNGST! THE rats IN YOUR CELLAR? Funny how we resort to Subterranean, UNGER-UNGER-mensch/DICKHEADS? Kids on a Candlestick?

 Like Israel/Palestine APARTHEID. A SIN for South Africa but NOT for the State of ISRAEL. or  SA: bunch of Blacks in the way. No money. ISR: Bunch of ARABS in the way; Some Camels. Tribal Fucks, rich, Poor, mostly ignorant, ACKNOWLEGEMENT, for WHAT is it worth? Inverted JUJU Man! Bastards aren-t INTERESTED in FISCAL TYRANNY: Being TAXED!!!???...Can U blame them?

 Meantime?...Name me your GOD who writes TOMORROW-s Testament!? IDOLATRY!!! Fight over ACRE, fight OVER a rock, a stone, can U not desist? And the last pebble in the SINAI, To whom does it belong?  Maybe it belongs to ME? A Nomad! And for Peace of Mind I would happily DONATE.

The RATS IN THE BELFREY, the MICE in the hollow wall,  the sinew of insidiousness somehow  tears at SOLOMAN-s Wisdom: Best we CUT IT IN HALF...and INVITE our FOES to our diner table, shake hands, INTER-marry! SPREAD the GENIUS!.... Less the Pied Piper arrives to kill ALL hatred and takes away our feuding hatred... by taking our Tomorrow...OUR CHILDREN away?

c.dave delacroix: SHALOM. INSHALLAL. calle yallahan, cancun-mexico., 4/2/21.

The RATS IAnd the bell tjat rings is the one that dosent Sing?

Our man in Europe, in MEXICO, dave delacroix: the Cancun Diaries No.37: JESUS!

 

OUR MAN in Europe, in MEXICO, dave delacroix: the Cancun Diaries, No.37: JESUS!

.....AFTER ALL THIS TIME, after ALL these YEARS  when U BE--witched U, when U stole your MONEY,

dined-and dashed, STIFFED Bartenders! CONNED PEOPLE!!!...AFTER ALL THIS TIME now to BELIEVE IN JESUS, is it OK?

After all this time ON HEROINE, can U believe I still love U?

AFTER ALL THIS TIME to believe in JESUS, do U believe JESUS IS MAH JESUS? Anyone-s? Yours?

After all this TIME, now YOU Preach it! After all this TIME, how do U bandage - whilst PREACHING! - Jesus-s WOUNDS?

After all this TIME...and Suffering?...your Cosmetic-guilt adds salt to your IDOL-s bruise.

After all this TIME, after all your YEARS, after Ullysses, his death-s ricktus voyage; how do U canopy your SINS in morality-s scale to

...un-ripen any Joy for Tomorrow-s Yesterday? ARGONAUTS are not we all?

After ALL this Jesus Time? Somebody-s Jesus I guess. EVERYBODY-s Jesus. That Penelope-s BOW shooting through past EYES of misdemeanor, to catch an arrow in TRUTH-s sky? -an ELEMENT which CRAWS at genetic Soul?

How do U reconcile your NOW GOD-FEARING remonstrance outside of a CHILD-s innocent, benevolent eyes, the robbed, the Conned, the Fooled, your past Victims?

Farewell JUNKIE. Hello Jesus! And the GREAT IN-BETWEEN, Suckers like ME knowing or caring for either one in our OWN Universal sky.

c.2021. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO; the CANCUN DIARIES, No.36: "WOH-BABEE!"

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix -in Mexico: The Cancun Mexico, No.36: "WOH-BABEE!" 

THERE-S always a "WOH" in a Love song; that hit  POP song-s definitive LYRICAL AFTER BURST. Without  a "WOH!" or "WOH-BABEE!" it-s arguably NOT a Love song. "Scarborough Fair" or "Greensleeves" are exceptions but probably, in either case,  in dire need of one, maybe 3?

"WOH!"...akin to "WHOA!" -S-what John Wayne says to his HORSE, or "WOE!" -famously recorded by the HUN-Barbarian  Alleric who sacked Rome in BC-55 (before U were born); "WOE to the vanquished!" (No Prisoners.)...First known use of "Woh!" No CD survives.

HENCEFORTH it is my contention that ALLERIC or J. WAYNE-s implication BE employed by all future Rock-Star exponents in their renditions of the "WOH!" in their future songs so that we might get a HANDLE on just what, for example: "Do U know the way to San Jose, Woh-Woh-Woh-Woh-Woh-Woh-Woh!!" actually means?... "WOH!!!!!!"

c.davedelacroix, 2021. Casa Delacroix, Cancun-Mexico.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO: The Cancun Diaries, No. 34: When Lonesomeness was King.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in MEXICO: The Cancun Diaries, No.34: When Lonesomeness was King. 

The SAD GIG, the sad Cafe, the sad restaurant with token sad couple, the Solo-diners, bored, lonesome drifters, the dejected-abstract Waiter caught in pale yellow glare of what used to be  the sad - Banned! - Tobacco Counter; a zillion retired Gualoise/Gitannes robbed of their  ashtray AD-glory, the Accordion, Mandolin with broken strings now caked in grime-detritous, hung on walls like Safari trophies?

Who sings of the Sad Cafes? Bar-MAZARIN -Paris? The York Minster -London? McSorley-s Old Ale House -New York City? -FROTHING now in their Unisex Toilets, bloody WOG  illiterate Bar-tenders or the Dillatente-obsessed with "Selfies", attitudes en masse/conversation CELL-Phone City!?

OH, how I sing of the Sad Cafe, the immortal "GAFF" when SMOKING, libations-eternal prevailed, the harrague, the argument, the fierce laughter, the TOASTS... and yet when Lonesomeness was King!?...

c.2021. davedelacroix @ BIJOU Bar, Avenida COBA, Cancun-Quintanna-Roo, Mexico.