Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/IN BELIZE, No. 44: Belize-Bone-Blues.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/IN BELIZE, No.44: Belize-Bone-Blues.

In Quintanno-Roo-CANCUN down to BELIZE, Guatemala, bloody Coastline-JUNGLE, Olmec, Aztec, Inca, Conquistadors, lately aging-Tourist-Resident Carpet-Baggers; someday WE do DA BONES, dead and gone, every Dog has its day? 

In VEGAS, Monte-C. or GAY-P/France we DO da B! In Love or WAR, in Peace, in OUR ROAR "someday" we DO da Bones? Dead TO gone! Our History is GREED. Our reward? The Catacombs.

In China, Russki-Steppes, ANZAC-land, a Maori-ABO "Digeridoo"; someday "da bones", bereft of SPIRIT/a dance without Mortal-Soul, Jumbai's limbo into reverse eternity, but god forbid we have to re-live this Gig; better rattle our BONES and Skull-Grin for the latest prick-student Archaeologist  years after? SMILEY!?

In Quintanno-Roo, Mexico, there's always some traveler or Tourist happening upon a Predecessor either by instinct, desire, longing, basically looking for OUR "Inner ME", our "WE"? A Pyramid. A Grave. A family Crest? Arrow heads? Severed heads!? Primitive Porn?

And evidence abounds! Chiseled in stone. Racism, Bigotry, Body-Nazis with the OPTION of Cannibalism should the GODS UN-smiling-the drought prolong?. All that U R; Yesterday, Lord-knows! -we R these Bones! Graffitti on a rock or rediscovered ancient Toilet? Existentialism as a forgotten Song. Tarquinian flutes RULE serenity, fast-track mortal pre-occupation: FLUSH!!!

In Quintanno-Roo, Cancun I get off the Jet-plane, hit the Humidity, hit the disdain recklessly PRE- ploughed by EVERY UK, USA prick-monied-predecessor; Same experience in Nairobi-Kenya. Cultural Disgust. ALIEN. A Chanson de l-estrangere, Welcome to The WORLD that hates U but expects U to EXPLORE your destiny under a looking glass of historical disgust. 

Laughing at your mirrored reflection is an asset. Witnesses note your apparent  madness. Bare Bones!

PRE-BONES/ Flesh, Spirit, EGO, Optimism: S'what it THERE for, U think?  In Belize City Airport/No Belize Currency/bartender GAVE me his hurriedly poured Brewski in a plastic cup. No BZ currency BRO! No worries!  I promised him ALL the rights to my UN-published Songs and my next 3 albums of Indigenous Yorkshire-Cricket-Stadium-Chants!

Somehow, perhaps, postmortem, BZ Airport B-tender's BONES and MINE will be joined in an Existential-HIGH-FIVE  should we ...well? U get the Pompeii-picture...this side of Quintano-Roo, Belize and double-helix spirits/journeys in which we spiral before dust to dust and the BONES, carrion-fodder; bright futures above ground upon which.....U make it up from there?

In Quintanna-Roo, Mexico, down to Belize, TROPIC-AIR, turbo-prop, 2 hour flight; like many of my generation, before the World got respectable, fascist, P.C., a sublimely dressed stewardess, In-flight Cocktails, leisurely smoking, international conversation, as opposed to the NOW, 2021, BAA-BAA-BAA! A Deadness in transit;  the BONES U enjoy pre-mortem; an Archaeologist's  pre-DIG delight as he/she examines your nose/clitoris/nipple ring, surmising U voted Republican, never experienced WAR, use Rogain, after u filled out the Questionaire.

Dem Bones. Our Bones. Your Bones. My Bones. Here IS a Bone. The Old Saying: "I-ve got a BONE to Pick with U!" Then YOU righteously slam the door!... "Mortal-Martini, anyone?"

c.2021, dave delacroix, may,bayshore drive, corozal-belize...in robust health!