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