OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: The Deadly Yellow Belizean Bee!

 Our Man in Europe, Belize, dave delacroix: The DEADLY Yellow Belizean Bee!

In Corozal, Belize, tropical, Palms, Sun, Sea, Ribs-Rice & Rum and the occasional Crocodile fatality, that Scorpion in your bed, or whilst garden-bathing, a swarm of Iguanas who thought U were (passed out drunk)  dead? (They start first on yr toe-nails/polite?), black flies, mosquitoes, bitchin SNAKES but watch out for the DEADLY yellow Belizean Bee! Fire Ants in the grass!? POOF. No worries. I-m COMPOSING a Three-Penny Opera bout those Yella-devils as soon as my "CLUB sized -inflamed" hand can yet wiggle a PEN? VIX chest rub seems to help the swelling and as for my MIND, Whisky & whatever comes to hand (a strangled Iguana!) does the rest!

c.2022, July. davedelacroix: "IN da swimming pool.". Carozal, Belize,

OUR MAN in EUROPE,/Belize: dave delacroix: "On the Outside."

 OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "On the Outside."

(dedicato: Loic Valvart)

SHE DON-T like WHISKEY, she don-t like GIN she-s callin U? She don-t mess  with VODKA on a weekend spin; she just CALLS U? She don-t care bout pissing U OFF, her Maserati will take her to BE on the Outside, SMILEY! S-WHAT IS!? And she CALLS U?

She never wanted what U HAD (on the INSIDE)? Big Dicks & charm in Monte-Carlo: Passe? She-d rather SUICIDE like Princess Grace, better still, SEE the OTHER side? (U die first?) SMACK-KISSES beware the Devil U mate! Put your MONEY on Black, she places RED?...BRRRR!.. The Outside, as she swishes her skirt! (Calling U?)

And WHOM, WHO, U cry to MOMMA, burn your Tuxedo, melt INTO a Candle your worthless Credit Cards? And that ghetto sweetheart U left behind?...No Cryin in Baseball!? And KISSES are vintage Telegrams! WOTCHAGONNA-DO?

She don-t like Vermouth before 7 a.m. A carriage ride to the END OF HELL, but she-ll love U as U smile and talk to U of Debussy & Wilde? But by the Sorbonne gates,/Paris de St. Germaine, where every Poet meets his fate (Bonjour Tristesse?)  from a King to a Knave...on Lover-s Outside! Good Friends? U-ll need Em! To join the Braves who stepped before... 

c.dave delacroix. 2022. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe/belize/dave delacroix: "S-All bout Me!?"

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "S-all bout Me!"

(dedicato: Marc Pierson, Poet.)

It-s ALL about ME when some "promise" took my Hymen, it-s what U believe when I rallied to a Soldier, then quelled the waters, my mind-adverse and kings, princes, courtiers, my suitors perverse who Mandolin Song, my breasts, my ankles: all about me, love-s kisses we hardly...SEX IS QUICK!...never NEW as I piloted my body for a Strangers view, a pulsing heart, a lady-s pumping ribcage of Pride and all God-s gift a GIRL propounds inside? What Boy can know a Girl-s living Suicide?

It-s all about ME, your Wife, Mistress, the bespectable Librarian or some  well-dressed (arent they always/what they got?) GAL U will see on the Boulevard? TWO abortions, a FELLINI movie, U approach? A Lady who could KARATE your whimsical-Romantica?...Better U go back to your pithy boyhood school where U learn ALL BOUT U...but NOT the tragic killer Gals u may MEET before finding a LAMIA-S hug? HA!!!...Too late!? Chauvinist attitude gets U...table at the SAVOY?...probably not. Were U forewarned? Ya Mamma should know? Class, Culture, Time after Time to wean U into dust! EGO-CENTRAL: S-all, after-all... bout Me!

S-all bout Me; maybe U TOO who sailed, dreamlike, those little toy boats, in childhood, that we ALL  launched into forever, ICONICALLY, yet never again expected to see?.....(10 following paragraphs here...available /please fill in blanks!)...:S-all bout guess U!... Tomorrow?  I get a Haircut. No worries.

c.davedelacroix, 2022, Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix: "Les Belles-Montpelier, France."

Our GARCON in Europe, dave delacroix: "Les belles-Montpelier-France". 

Les Belles du Montpelier, my heart, mon coeur, since 1970-s have been enraptured, hypnotized by, in  my "voyage de ma vie"? And considering young male French Blades (1970-s Les nouveau garcon) it was always best to keep a LOW profile as (2022) Muslim immigrant boys & girls somehow, perhaps, try to integrate in situ IF Islam Males IN France possibly TRY? And Allah-help the Muslim Gals who EVEN try? FRANCE is FRANCE! (Last time I looked?) Glad to be aged and not some Punks idea of a Sexual/Romantic/Cultural threat?

But back THEN? (1970-s) Friday? Sat nites: Les Community, mostly LADS, MEN; place de la republic, chorusing French Patriotic anthems, ROARING to late hours?  OR/And the dawn Fish Market...UP the town-s SLOPE?...a VITE-affair, lots of jovial haggling, pre-noon, cool, aging Madames scurrying with shopping bags to their Concierge citadels/Pensions?...Leaving?...Sun-baked fish bones, cabbage leaves. Onion-scents. Their AMOUR: A recherche du temps perdu in lieu of Munchie-munchie? Who sings of old Gals sans le "Habit"? Frockless Monks who cane-tap cobbled streets and rasp-voice: "MERDE!!!"

...........BACK to my Past?...Apres du midi un faun. MOI. Dans le Restaurant. Le Banquet. A Salad to die for. Le premier Course. Le Vin!..Un cafe avec Cognac under a Summer-s canopy of expectation, of respectful introduction amidst the charm, seduction in Montpelier-s warren/old town streets; faces, LOVES that were never consumated or, again to rendezvous, a KICK which whittles away, decades later your assumed Seniority? Or hindsight? Wisdom?  Wisdom got nothing to DO with it. S-all bout TIME! Stuff past and lost. "To SHE who is to gay?" (The one that got away?)

Les Belles du Montpelier, the almost Chanson, that KISS your lips can no longer devour. The beating SUN "sur la place" drums a NEW man to its exquisite domain.  U? Your Kids? Who? What GENIUS will tear Truth from eternity-s throat? Yet Montpelier-revisited-Never replicated: U dally in a Cafe-s shade; perhaps a Poem struggles to comfort your regrets? And eyes downcast, an important Lady walks on by, a past inspiration, once your FONT of ecstacy! But WHO R U who fails to witness what lost before walks on by in Times "augen-blick", here & gone?

c.2022. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN IN CIVILIZATION/BELIZE, dave delacroix..."PUSHKIN-S KISS!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: PUTIN-KISS/MY SOFA!...PUSHKIN-S KISS!"

THERE GOES MY Ukraine APARTMENT (Boom!), my Flat (Boom!-Missile-Swimming Pool). The DREAM KITCHEN I made for my NATASHA, my THREE KIDS Babushkas, a HOME, their HOME & JOY? That sorry-old SOFA,  my "SOFIA" on which I pontificated PEACE on EARTH like a fool? IN MARIUPOL, a DESTROYED City coming, perhaps, tomorrow TO YOU?...My Sofia, my WIFE, DEAD-SOFIA; That Peace-SOFA, my DEAD Family: ETERNAL, great or SMALL. The KREMLIN will pay, UNLIKELY, these Cultural Kremlin ROBBER-BARONS ..We know WHO U R and WE know where your BANK ACCOUNTS sleep!...Do NOT go gently into your Russki Night. PUSHKIN!!!...A Pushkin-s Kiss!..A Taxi Driver (Putin) who sacrificed...counting...25,000 brave Russian boys LIVES...and double the Boys, Women, Children...from the Ukraine.....(Happy to note PUTIN has USD 525 MILLION in his Bank Account. Obviously, being a TAXI DRIVER/SPY....it paid off!)....Yet ANOTHER IVAN, Terrible? HISTORICALLY, either...Just WHAT we gonna DO with U, Socially-Politically; leastways, STAY the FRICK out of EUROPE!!!?...Enjoy ya Borscht!...Pushkin-Putin?...REMEMBER, dont forget the QUEEN of SPADES!...U cannot Win. HISTORY, if U care, will, like HITLER puke on U. A Mother-s CURSE. And all good Men of Reason defy your Insensibilly till the End of Time. MAN will survive your Mushroom cloud!...

c.2022, dave delacroix. (I am the same AGE as PUTIN but I respect my Neighbors!)

OUR MAN in EUROPE/ BELIZE, dave delacroix: "HOW to DEPOSE a TYRANT."

 Our Man in Europe, Belize: dave delacroix; "How to depose a TYRANT."

NEVER listen to HIM. Your Ruler.

NEVER LISTEN TO HIS ENERMIES.The West/usa.

LISTEN to your FOOD BILLS.(Ching!)

IF U have FAMILY in the military, Listen to THEM....Are they Officially still alive?

FREEDOM/INTERNET; If THAT IS STOPPED, U know YOUR GOVERNMENT (Tyrant-dude) is lying.. AT LEAST, show...thru INTERNET... UKRAINE destruction/Russian Boys casualties, WOUNDED, dead? Who HIDES these facts, but EVERYBODY in the KREMLIN is a THIEF, but who will cry for Unknown Mother-Russia-s brave boys? PUTIN?,,,25,000 Russian BOYS, for PUTIN!?

HOW to CHANGE, how to BREATHE "Freedom"; IVAN, NATASHA, let us keep a joyous world, international PEACE and NOT MISSILES landing on UKRAINE-S Soverigne motherland?...Best Calvalry in the World!....Sure wouldnt want my BUDDY-COSSACKS rampaging thru LOs ANGELES or Orange county. Might have to lock up my fair daughters!...a joke, right now. But we do not smile.

c.2022. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, dave delacroix: "6 (SIX) degrees of Poverty."

 OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix (IN Belize): 6 (SIX) degrees of POVERTY.

(dedicato: LERMAN....my Corozal Bartender.)

WHO CRIES OUT FOR the lesser Man/Woman who SCRUBS my floors or does my Hair? Who sings a solliliquy for the Scribe who Immortalizes my faux-pas or lends me HIS ink that I might ridicule both our pathetic existence, how we prevailed, how we died with POETRY, that stuff which makes knowledge palatable? And a Legacy, Cultural, Historical, all Life-s Victims, the DEVIL in our conjected imagination to fill the Faith-Blank, Religion, the curse-seed of a thousand wars insinuated into Politic devise and Love-s entice beyond the fathom of our inner-selves?

WHO CRIES OUT for the lesser Man, the BABUSHKA, who spat U out, made U eat, wiped your snotty nose; school fees? Made U go in some genetic, a blind faith that wouldnt pay for her Soul cept inside her own pregnancy? And the experience Crews, U encountered, come & gone, seasons passing, to beat their drum, the holler, the HORROR, or the sanguine heart that wither-s in age and occidental, that upset river that seeps, like Noah-s flood which SWARMS, usurps, drives memory into remembrance of all U sowed and, in consciousness, from which U cannot escape.

 Can weeping, remorse, make U cry for yesteryear or the deviled-hollow of your old bones beside the poverty, once shared, U might have known? An OLD SONG, a remembered chord, a voice, a silhouette, some banquette chime, a fatal BET or a welcome kiss, now disdained like a strangers souvenier or too many journeys or that ONE U never made at all, the lesser Man, the lesser ALL, unfolding into what and who U R. Who cries out for the UBER-MENSCH? Certainly not me. Lesser mortals, I fear, weep for Me. Those DEAD, bones & dust!

c.dave delacroix. Corozal, Belize. 2022. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "PUTIN-S ROAST."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, DAVE DELACROIX...a Pushkin Poet...: "PUTIN-S ROAST."

DASA VEY DANYA MARIUPOL, ODESSA, farewell missile-struck PLAY/CHILDREN centers, towns OLD VILLAGES where OLD PEOPLE now Refugees, carrying Flour, Beans, Corn, Lentils struck down by KREMLIN 1950-s MENTALITY and blocked INTERNET, gather collective PROPORGANDA, who tells the TRUTH, the WEST or the ROBBER BARONS....who DENY Freedom of Speech? IF RIGHT is on your side then OPEN CONVERSATION/Freedom of SPEECH? PLASSEBA my Brothers/SISTAS; NOBODY gets out of this GIG with Honour, cept the yearning for an OPEN Society....Meantime, please STOP the RUSSIAN MISSILES/INVASION of a Soverign Country, the Ukraine. U pick on the U.K., our SUBS will blast MOSCOW. Dont fuck with England. PUTIN-S ROAST? Please take care of your LATEST (Ivan the Terrible) idiot! Thanks. Many Countries, the KIDS in the U.K.? Our Cultures demolition is BETTER than YOUR Fascist-Tyranny. DEATH to us ALL but WE, as with HITLER, we will FUCK U. So slurp your BOSCHT. PUTIN! Our hugs to our Friends, the Russian People.

c.dave delacroix.

Our man in Europe/BELIZE: "GIRL..hiding behind her hair."

 GIRL, hiding behind her hair.

SHE POSES HER LOCKS, a switch, drift, a cast aside perfected by 10,000 years of practise like her elevated shoes, lipstick to resemble a Vaginas invitation? She POSES her blond curving locks, profile, full-frontal that dances the light off her cosmetic insinuation which ALL sorry lads in the Spring of their youth; INEVIT ABLE, fools for Natures grace. She poses her INIMITABLE profile in her long last high heel days that now Nature, abandoned, yet steely-eyed she stoops to conquer, her living  REMAINS, a Mother, Sister, Daughter to vanquish. (Femininity IS Eternity, ergo we R HERE!) Alas poor Knight (in Armour, probably LOITERING)...Domestic WARS; the love we feel. GIRL, hiding behind her hair. In a long lost sunlit meadow, still a fool... I beheld her golden yesterday as U 2 R bewitched? Catch LOVE when U can!

c.davedelacroix. Internet Porn & happy at last!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "C-est la Vie."

(Dedicato: Jean Debats, Le Marquis)

COME YE ALL to France to pillage, lay Sword on Sword, drink the sweet wine and suckle on repasts, now like  TOURISTS do today where IMPRESSIONISTS lay on lay.

Come Ye all to France once WARRIORS bowed their long-bow, yesterdays artillary-arrowed night into day like DRONES in the Ukraine, a PISS. Russian Missiles?

Come all ye to France. Everyones broke. Dont pay Taxes if U can help it.. Folks keep gettin bein BORN,  GETTIN MARRIED; outside of FAMILY (poof) we put them in the ground, the good EARTH, where else, our tradition? MERDE!!! Yes. We cry!

Come Ye all to FRANCE where LIFE was always kosher; live and let live: smell the Roses! A lovers kiss on a rainy Paris boulevard, your witness to infinity, leastways savour?..cest la vie. No-one will EVER know your sollilliquely, its TONE or your Night-s goodbye that whispers, sometimes SINGS a Marseillaise or the BERET we throw into the air like our LOVE, so easily cast away.

c.davedelacroix. (Bloody laptop spell-thingy)

Our Man in europe, dave delacroix/in belize: "On a Putin String."

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix/in Belize: "On a Putin String."

ON A STRING, your LOVE, that BI-polar thing, the Warrior, POET, the dude who would buy U a ticket for the Movies and wait for U, 2 hours in the rain?

On THAT thing. The fresh-faced LAD, felt it his RUSSKI  DUTY to FIRE (UKRAINE) missiles into a Sovereign Land, kids, Moms, Casualties; nobody in the KREMLIM without a HOT WATER BOTTLE to keep them warm at night. In Kviv? I just paid a $100 for my flat-screen!?...U BLEW IT UP???? My Apartment in Mariupol, the CITY no-longer EXISTS!!!?..Who will buy me a new Kitchen? .. Putin? JAIL for YA-YA-STOP the WAR!?...Anyhow? Why not Stop it! NOBODY should be shot/killed? They have LIVES! They have GIRLFRIENDS! They have A LIFE/FUTURE?..but on PUTINS string?

ON A STRING my PITY, my PRAYERS go to the YOUTH, UKRAINIAN TOWNS destroyed and my HATE for the 1950s RUSSIAN MENTALITY thru GREED will resist; any Government that DOES NOT allow FREEDOM OF SPEECH...is IN the hands of THIEVES! ODESSA next? Spread the word!

On a STRING, GOGOL, PUSHKIN, "DEAD SOULS"; Any which WAY-PUSKIN we W|ILL blow your TYRANNY to D|UST..... EVIL, your Bank Accounts. POOF. On a string! I am ONE YEAR older than U and I WILL see U DEAD or DEPOSED!...on a  ROPE or a string!..That THINGY that TYRANTS, usually fear most. Lady Macbeth, or that bigger bitch STALIN (INVISIBLE but with COURAGE) who will cut off your Balls before U destroy OUR World.

c.davedelacroix./presently residing, aged 66 in Belize.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: BELIZE, Caribean Dude in Sandals/White Guy!.."ALL the Scars that GO with U.!"

 Our Man....dave delacroix...BELIZE..."All da SCARS that go..."

ALL THE SCARS, souveniers (long spell)..that go with U, French, KROL, German, UK, OLE!, that MEGA-Lingua-Squid to drag US (EUROES) into our blood-depth of kisses? Universal-GREED?

NO PUTIN WAR, maybe HE goes invade Siberia!? Nobody there?...(No money?) PLEASE leave UKRAINE alone. WESTERN EUROPE, Friends? WE have CULTURE, Rock N Roll, COCAINE-ADDICTION/McDonalds/Credit cards)....and some MISSILES that will RE-arrange your OLIGARCH/banking PALS; PUTIN? U cannot BEAT WORLD GREED, we PEONS, COSSACKS, PLEBS, our LOVE & DEath....(Nice Suit)...THE IDES OF MARCH, we will DIE before  U R in CONTROL!...Your WARDROBE will be Incinerated. (Thought?) Please send your excess SUITS to me in Belize? I will Auction them to finance local Kids Scholarship?...(Before WW3?)...Or lose weight and look groovy-Russki!?...(Vlad! Dave Selfie!?)

All the SCARS of a TAXI Driver who became a SPY and GOT a JOB in the KREMLIN...I am 66 going ON 67....I  am ENGLISH. Russians ARE my Brothers, Girls & Boys. STEP DOWN Comrade!!!...The WAR destruction/babes, Moms/casualties/STOP THIS MADNESS!...Vladimar? I KNOW U R a cool 66 yr old like Me? We want TRANQUILITY?...Let it go!

ALL the SCARS we cuddle, our BABIES we |BANDADGE  in fright; WHO if I cried out would SENSE in ELECTRIC, the dynamic, lesser Mortals herald, war-scape, wounded, half-buried, Poetic heroes, Volunteers and the WAILS of UKRAINIAN GALS for their Boys yester kisses years? HOLD YOUR OWN SOVREIGNTY BORDERS, "respect  your Soverign Neighbors. Eastern Ukrrain? Mariupol? ALL OBLITERATED? ODESSA? Hoping my RUSSIAN FRIENDS are getting the real NEWS; School Houses destroyed by Russian Missiles. Russian TROOPS do NOT want to FIGHT this GIG. RUSSIAN PEOPLE objecting to this WAR R being SILENCED/Imprisoned. ANY Society/CULTURE that OUTLAWS "FREEDOM OF SPEECH" is IN the hands of ROBBERS/GREED....A MAFIA....WORKERS (sic), Intellectuals, COMMON SENSE COMRADES, beware of Instant Friends. CHANGE begins at Street-Level. DO NOT PARTICIPATE (affect laziness). All they can DO is BEAT U...but PUTIN is ALREADY doing it TO U by your Social INDIFFERENCE...(Presently, for HIS SCUM, positively)...Keep it up. INERTIA, YOU, your KIDS  in the MILITARY (Brave lads!) will de-enfanchise these present day CZARS, freeze their BANK ACCOUNTS, Globally, and anally force feed these TYRANTS/Guillotine, their TERROR of OPPOSITION (Jailed Heroes?)....

ALLthe SCARS, RUSSIA AND ENGLAND, (1940-45) when BOTH countries/people hungry for   SCRAPS of food, MEAT-GREASE, ANY kind of Bread; Milk was a luxury.

In the mid 1960s I was parked into a CHILDRENS HOME for a YEAR and 1 Month where the "Custodian" (Miss Harvey/Heavy set 30 yr old single Bitch) would BEAT US for wetting bed, etc. She Took us to see the Movie THE SOUND OF MUSIC....Twice!....HER fantasy, not Ours?...I was out-adopted by loving/rich foster parents thank god. But the SCARS, U bury, later drink the Wine? SECURITY?....POLITICALLY?.... RUSSIA!.....BIG PLACE!.....Maybe LEAVE EUROPE alone, like CHINA...to Sleep?....What SCARS does PUTIN have to consider INVADING a neighboring SOVERIGN COUNTRY....The Sovereign Peaceful Country of UKRAINE?... Maybe PUTIN had a "MISS HARVEY"?....Childhood ABUSE? We must, for Tomorrow-s Children-PEOPLE: we must never pass on!

All the Scars of Yesteryear, the coldest Winters we had ever known that wrecked our sinew, broke our spirit rotted our Soul or mired our vista sullied our goal that THEM the afflictor we now bury in their hole! For Now, for forever.

ALAS! East of BERLIN, Russia, the Balkans, where WORLD WARS are SEEDED, making the Middle-East JEWS-ARABS lookin, as always like the ETERNAL Hatfield & the McCoys despite sharing the same Moonshine?

ALL, finally, the Scars that GO with U...my Dearest, as WE trenchant to our late hour "sticking post and in Life-s repose, HAUNTED by every mis-deed memory for INTELLIGENCE (Cursed!) will NOT let U GO, reaping/sowing whoosit, nobody (certainly not me) gets DAILY to memory ATONE in Conscience and in the 11th hour when POETRY/SONGS derange the mind but all my GUITARS, lost, donated, stolen, hanging on some overseas bar wall...but no bother. Mementoes, UN-forgotten. Stuff U cant SHARE with Russki PUTIN, bigshot someplace. He used to be a Taxi driver. I got to be a POET. 2 Blokes in this Chaos. Tryin to make a GIG out of all the SCARS we carried and..hopefully...try not to share?

c.davedelacroix. Corozal, Belize.:...dave on bz patrol.               

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, now IN Belize: "The Caye tide Running."

 OUR MAN (gasp!) in Europe, dave delacroix, now in Belize: "The Cays tide  Running."

...THE CAYE RUNNING TIDE that usurped our beach desires, the ILLUSION U record, U take Home, "Jahziel", "Fariyeh", Carribbean-KRIOL like anti-COVID Injections: 

Do inoculatuions protect U from TYRANNY, the Robber Barons in WASH. D.C., the KREMLIN, or the FRICK selling U over-priced  Potatoes!?..

The CAYE-RUNNING-Tide that U know? What WAS that ambivilant swimming costume U were wearing? Yet, I forget. My lovely. I was swimming with U.

JANUS in the Afternoon;

BY GUILT & Conscience. RIGID in lamentation & desperate HOWL to hollow the belly, your inner beast that STALKS?

BY INTOXICATION & despair, hand in glove a JANUS flair that seeks retribution in the Name of Honour, Pride, THE GOOD, the stare?

BY SHARED YOUTH in Infancy the leprosy of IN-adequacy that patrols adulthood-JANUS within, a genetic CLOAK, icing, our RAGTIME days?

IN TERROR, ENRAGED, diabolical EX-posing a GOD GREEK (Janus) face, a chrysallis-cognition that disolves all logic, destiny FATE, the complete DEVIL in your Belizean...THE CAYE RUNNING TIDE...the Love we fail to Honour?...Where do U COMPLETE me as I fail U?...Like the Caye running tide. S-where we R and S-what we do! And IN a running tide? No prisoners!

c.2022.dave delacroix. Corozal, BZ.

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Our Man in Europe/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "WE R our Shadow..."

  Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "WE R OUR Shadow."

We R OUR Shadow, our existential 2nd-guess, I frown, U grin, I lost my tuxedo but YOU in YOUR crystal-art-deco damask splendour, defying tomorrow-s pyschic El Dorado/will worrie me; I have NO shadow; I was educated to achieve a SHOUT, but not a SCREAM? Dressed to kill? A Sonnet!

WE are OUR Shadow...that Concubine, a silhoute to our bravado, loyal encumbent, that living skeletal coil which we drive with blood, muscle, nerves and sometimes STEEL to issue a KISS, a transmutation HENCE our Shadow. Our death or victory lies in its exultation?

You and all your bloodlines laid bare. If U step into the light? Wise men, all dead, as I step into tomorrow-s Uniform, my shadow in obeyance.

c.dave delacroix. Corozal, BZ.

Our Man in Europe, Belize, dave delacroix: "Gare du Montparnasse."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: GARE Du Montparnasse.

Gare du Montparnasse; Paris Station. In the rain, rushing for Billet/tickets, then the escalater, dans le rue, CAFE!...Un bier, SMOKING SECTION, relaxation, dans PARIS: Priceless....(I will always MISS my train except the RED EYE to Bordeaux;) And last words: The BELLA Marquez with the buttons/rank/Billet-manager succour-s me with seductive advice: "If U miss THIS train U will be drinking on the Whisky bar floor.".... No time to FALL in love but no time to consummate, such heartfelt attention? An ancient Maigret moment? Some encounters you never forget? Meantime, flash-moments in-transit carried like a pocket key to a door you will never find... and at the Gare du Montparnasse, a fleur du lille, which perhaps Baudelaire would suggest, "L-invitation" to a voyage?... Hopefully no-one gets banged up or shot. Pretty drunk ON the train. Departing. Now I gotta go find which Carriage/Car SHE-s in. If we are to ELOPE at all?...

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix...at large: "No Borsche-Porsche, No Vodka, No Babushka!"

 Our Man in/FROM Europe, now BELIZE, dave delacroix: "No Bortsch-Porsche, no VODKA, no Babushka!" (the early Ukraine WAR)

No Borsche, bloody SOUP, no VODKY, Babushka, KIDS in the ruins; whotchagoona-DO... dealing with COLD WAR CRETINS locked into STALINIST global Social-ROBBERY? ANY Political Party that does NOT represent a FREE PEOPLE...are Criminals. Check their Bank Accounts?....START with Washington D.C. The Russkie thieves are a FLEA MARKET by comparison? European GOV. Grandees, offshore Banking; the Elite of the Elite whose wealth the multitudes sustain; No Soup, No Voddky, No Babushka except the kernel-illusion of fragile superiority, a moments EGO GLORY to blood-stain History, yet time after time, no MAN is an Island, shot in the foot (probably WORSE), but History relates...a LIMPING Man, abstract, cursed, no Universe can accept?

No Borstsche, bloody Minestrone! No Grande Vin, No AMORE! HISTORY BEGS!!!Tell me what SANE Man will KILL this Unhappy World for HIS, his PEOPLE and his LOVED ONES...and sentence them to  nevermore?...

c. dave delacroix. Aged 66. Putin, 65, Biden, 303, Boris Johnson, 16, Zelinsky, mid 40s (about right).

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Queen of Spades."

 Our Man In BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Queen of Spades."

(Song!)

GOTTA GO-U-O!, Gotta GO-ME? Gotta GO, ME-O! GOTTA-go WE-O!...workin for your heart? Gotta go, someplace WE MET, that Chrysalis we UN-found?

GOTTA GO-O! That pulse, Crossroads of the mind where hearts bloodied-signposts Yesterday yet reflect Tomorrow?

GOTTA GO-U-O! Epistales abound, downright BIBLICAL and the Queen of Spades who kisses your ENCORE, Diva-City of all U found?

c.2022, dave delacroix, corozal, belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize/UKRAINE: "Water, water everywhere."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize/UKRAINE: "Water-water every where."

Water, water, everywhere, water, water every where but not a drop to drink? TRUTH, Truth, IN EYES!, Truth-truth, in your PSYCHE, TRUTH in the Devils Lies; who sings with Balalaika, a Tarantella, who sends Boys to die in WARR? For their inner terror? PUTIN. PUTIN. PUTIN? What IS IT U crave for?

The river DON flows gently to the sea whilst PASTERAK screams from his grave... this is my Country not ME!?

Water, water, every where but not a drop to drink... in our basement, from BOMBS, where we lay. WATER-WATER, everywhere, but not a drop to drink in our despair?...

c.2022 dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "The DEAD Waiter!"

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix; "The Dead Waiter."

(dedicato: All my friends in the Tavern/Bar service industry)

WE R the DEAD with a MICROPHONE. I was a Waitress, I too was  Bartender in the best Cafes in San Pedro? "Usual, Monsieur? Your Cocktail, Madame?"...WE R the DEAD serving U in the After-life of your Mortal DWEAMS!...now we R dead & gone.

R we disdainful? Should WE be? U were short on courtesy, TIPS far and few between? Did U pinch la belle Waitress Ass or insult my Waiter Cocktail Bow? THESE R things, outside of lucrative TIPS that  make our respect for U SO low?.. Like U, we HAD homes to go to?

WE R the DEAD. The FANNY, the Stiff UPPER-LIP which with the Props, we stancioned in the SAVOY, the Cafe Royal, and ALL those now DEADBEAT Cafe-Royals; taken over by the MONIED, atmosphere, denounced, Cafe Greco, Cafe de la Paix, ANY toilet Ernest Hemingway may have pissed in?... WE R the DEAD, dead, yet prevail in your living subconscious?... A flirting memory?

WE R the DEAD. A kiss of Violin, Cello, the Cafe musical Ensemble now playing over your grave. And the SERVING ENSEMBLE, politely, silently, from their OWN grave... serve Cocktails!

c.2022, dave delacroix, corozal, Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Song for VLAD PUTIN/Get OUT of UKRAINE: the First Edition - A Song for U! ...

OUR MAN in EUROPE, BELIZE County (!?)dave delacroix: "Let Love be Dead."

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix/Lord Borgo: "Let LOVE be DEAD."

 Let LOVE BE the dead, the yesteryear, the CHRYSALLIS of all your next Weekend? Let LOVE be your COMPASS, that bitch to carry u on over the waves of Tomorrow and Tomorrow. Let LOVE be your KISS, succulent-morrow-BONE MARROW that sweetens your harry a-live-a live oh!

Let LOVE be your WORD, a Pound upon it? A Mindset-decision, whose lives depend? Let Love be that first kiss, a Virgin, to Marie Mallone, name yourself: A live-a-live-oh!

Let LOVE be your LAST kiss to DADDY, failing, who raised U, educated, to COLLEGE-DUBLIN from Corn? Let love be your Carriage, a-live-a-live-oh?...

U sit in the pale Sun alone! My sweetest Daughter who breaks my heart so; STAND UP! A live-a live Oh! Ad like ANY Daughter, throws ROCKS at her Pappas loves? Ergo, love is DEAD. One pair of TITS confounds-/dismisses Loves History and who DECIDES how COFFEE is made; ask the local Vampire!...OPEN! Throughout da NITE!

c.2022.davedelacroix; 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: DEPP-HEARD Gig!

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE: (Depp-Heard Gig): "...I goota Dime!"

(Slow song. Singing? Billie Holliday.)

Gotta Dime, gotta LOVE that will break  in 2, like Me  & U? Gotta GIG that BOTH of us want yet that Dime dont split to 2? I gotta DIME, Mercy I-m screamin, gotta DIME,  the heavens opening; tyin to SAVE U?... I gotta Dime, a Universe Open. My heart is broken. I gotta Dime for me & U. I gotta Dime, my Love, for U.

c.2022, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "A rainy Night in Corozal." (song)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A rainy night in Corozal."  (Song)

A RAINY NIGHT in Corozal, yet just WHERE my Babee gonna be? A rainy night in Paradise, and all the THINGS we should have said? Seasons come and Seasons go, but just WHERE did our Love go? A rainy night, Bay City: Corozal; I stand on the porch, under the light...?

A Rainy NIGHT, a Winter-Romance with Summer gone, Fiestas, the dance? A rainy night belongs now to YOU & me, and all our PROMISES, bleed? Seasons come & Seasons go, and Vows we broken... before we let LOVE go? A rainy night, a rainy night. A rainy night in Corozal: Just We!...

c.2022, davedelacroix, Corozal, Belize.

Our Man in Europe, BELIZE, dave delacroix: "New Kids Rag."

 OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, dave delacroix: "NEW KIDS RAG!"

(dedicato: Dain Michael Kavanaugh)

NEW KIDS RAG: I get to die. U old fricks, your POETRY, it SUCKS, U agree? New KID RAG: U tied it up in KNOTS, that damn thing which WE salute, that hope & Joy, the THING we HOPE to BE? NEW KID RAG, slither. Or Ragtime into eternity? Artists are always vanquished!!!

NEW KID RAG, PAINT or Sculpture, DANCE & Rhyme: that nubile INDIJESTION that pirouetes across IMAGINATION under the JAWS of Gays, JEWS, Agents (Talent), Biker-Roadies, Concert Retards, SMUT-Cogniscenti, Paparazzi...its AMAZING a Ballerina can make it to the BALLET RUSSO, never mind  getting out of her OWN Village/town without being (in 2022) BURNT for a WITCH!?...How she SAILS across the Stage!?..Frayed Wings; her diabolical!

NEW KIDS RAG: How-d U curve that Ryhme? New Kid Rag. Suicide: a delivery. A SHOE, as brutal as a BOOT: The thing with which U walk and from time to time, yet you polish? And walk and walk. A New Kid refugee. A New Kid Rag. See me!? See YOU? HUH!?

NEW KID RAG! Who BOOGIE-BOOGIE and crushes a crystal wine Goblet in a blood-glass-shard shattered hand or making Promises no-one cannot understand? There-s RAGE! FEVER! Who curdles another-s WAIL or captures the sinew of another-s SCREAM!?...Laughing prevails in a New Kids Rag. And THIS, alas, we understand. (IT SUCKS!) Yet WE will sing... We sing! The New Kid-s Rag.

c.dave delacroix

OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, dave delacroix: Grocery Poem. (Cant buy this in Mariupol, Ukraine)

OUR Man in Europe/Belize/dave delacroix: Grocery Poem (U cant BUY this in Mariupol-Ukraine)

(dedicato: my Russian & Ukraine long time Friends)

....GOOD TO BE TRASHED, not TO BE, hear the REFUGEE whispers, CRIES/Children EXPLOSION-VACUUM, BOOM!!!...BLOODY BOOM!!!...someone SURVIVES!?

BLEACH for semi-destroyed Toilet bowls!

Butter.

Bread/sliced?

OVALTINE...for Granny.

Razors. Boys gotta shave?

SHAMPOO! (Gals yakin at Me!)

Onion, Potato, Frozen Greens!

Cheese, if any; EGGS, a long time ago.

Oh! Carrots!? (a Song!)

GOOD TO BE TRASHED; PUTIN-S WAR. What singular DEVIL should have THIS POWER over the World-s People: 2022!? Maybe WE ALL must make a Sacrifice to DESTROY this Tyrants EGO!?... The ABOVE Grocery list. And Global Radiation. What price your FREEDOM!?...

c.davedelacroix.

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE/dave delacroix: 1984 (1956 film) For Angela Savida in Russia and ALL COUNTRIES, free-thinking in FEAR of OUR Politicians!

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Only mortal."

 OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Only Mortal."

(dedicato: Daniel Velasquez Art.)

I DONT MIND dying. (Please make an Appointment!) Death slug-s momento, shufflin  off this...pret a porter... off Nature-s rack OR checking on the state of my Boxer shorts; when U croak, everything does! Humility in Passing? Relax. Gone with the Wind. Nazi Death Kamps, Holocausts; even the Waterloo Battlefield scavengers earnt their Ducats: Read Victor Hugo! Being DEAD stinks, s-why? like BEER, our DEPARTED R kept on ice...night & a day till interment... Leastways, outside of Alaska. No worries THERE. There they foto your rictus of Death! And why not?...Uncle NANUTS last Foto! "He killed 6  Naw-whales!..."

"Aujordhuis ma Mere e morte", first lines from Albert camus-s "The outsider" having to....proprietry?...oversee his Moms dead carcass. That rotting Cheese. Your Man, Wife, Daughter, your LOVER!  One day too, both U & I will be. Yet who WAS she? Your Mamma? How many Boyfriends? Did she like Django Reinhardt? Picasso? A Vegan Curry? -As her flesh & bones crumble and unleash her "diabolical", and as for HER remembered witticism, passion, hopes & Joy! Did she TOUCH U before the tragedy of her interment? And if she DID, vocally; will U sing her Life-s Song? I fear not. Maybe she left U MONEY!? There-s that. Yet, No worries. her loving embrace has ME-enthralled. I will seek her out in the IN-between twilight. With Joy? Perhaps?...LOVE shall transcend!...I-ll say YOU R doing just fine! What do U think?

c. 2022, dave delacroix. Only Mortal.

Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "RETURN Ticket."

 OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Return Ticket."

Hitchcock Movie? Nobody wanna GO there. Return Ticket? What Starlet, King, Bishop, Knight...what Silver Queen, those HELL movies, LAMIA, the slither of the FUTURE, yours, tomorrows, that GIG which envelopes? Whose foreskin was it anyway?

Henry VIII, in retrospect. Maximus-Divorce; some love? Leastways amongst the husband-detritous (?) in ensuing Centuries.(U.K. Expensive School Children R fixin my WHA!): a Return Ticket, senza-Axe!

The Return Ticket.  The ONE that we ...WE mostly dont use. Outside of parking/Go Silk/Go Wig & Pen Club) and can you SCREAM, publicaly: your TODAY.  And /or plead for your reckless or sad/pathetic Beatles Song? From WHERE, you? Agatha?

The "Return Ticket" of a GAL, a MAN,  a testament of FOLLY. Is it a WHA!? Skeleton. Your Closet or mine? Maybe we have something to share? Either way; off the hook! NOBODY wants their OWN dirt exhibited... like a Starlet or a Chamois-gloved leading Actor: Like SOPHIA, she was born on the back streets of Napoli! But just WHERE were U born?

 And do U HAVE/need a return ticket?

c.2022, dave delacroix, corozal, belize

Our Man in Europe/BELIZE: dave delacroix: "Singing in the Rain."

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: Singing In the rain."

(dedicato: Marc Pierson)

I REMEMBER Love. I remember....(some kind of:)  Love. When WE were IN the same boat, money down to ZILCH, Bros & Sistas to a hilt! I remember LOVE; that UNcanny DOO-BE-DO, as English  STUDENTS in a cold Yorkshire 1970s Commune house, fighting over Lentil Soup OR in-house, Capt. Beefheart music Soundtrack, whose STEREO was it, cigarettes, T-REX T-shirt, before, collectively,  we all went down to City Hall, Sheffield, a JETHRO-TULL concert, one and all?...I remember Love! And we ALL chuckled in the Yorkshire Rain? And railed bout our Music, our JOY! And collectively, apres-GIG walked a mile or 2 ( too late for Buses!) back on home?...sodden, singing in the rain. 

c.2022, dave delacroix. Corozal, Belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize: dave delacroix: "Once, I was U."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize:/dave delacroix: "ONCE i was U!"

Once I was U, like U, the Dude, knew the SCREW with a handle that was shaking? 

ONCE I was U, The VET, the attitude, the coygner of insipid Wisdom, the flawed ICON, the Conquistador of Hearts- that RABID, wading worst to God-s Love-s Eden?

Once I was like U, a gyro-less psychology that SPAT oil/grease in disgust at its every turning; against the wishful MIGHT of its encounters?

Once, solitary, many cold nights-alone, when frigid-cold burnt my loneliness, I BECAME like U and U like Me, in my eyes, a TRUISM that shatters ALL illusions?

Guitar playing ...a desperate option. Once, I was U. U see? Yet UN-like your forebears, the DEAD, I communicate within our LIVING flutter, OUR Gig. Wingless Butterflies. the BUG!

Once I was U. Disillusioned. Can I make U a Sandwich!?

c.2022. davedelacroix, corozal, Belize.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix; "Blood Moon!"

OUR Man in Europe/BELIZE: dave delacroix: "Blood Moon!"

Under a BLOOD MOON, we wailed our Brains, kids jumped into the Corozal Bay, a rite of passage, never to DO again; mommas BBQ and Pappas playa Lute, the drum, the guitar, it rumbled and swayed.

Under a BLOOD RED MOON, tourists raped, fought and fight, in hotel rooms, bringing in ALL their dynamic from another life-nite? The one they needed to expel, and a full life of yesterdays hell, expelled...in Paradise?

Under the BLOOD LUNA, I tried to write a Song. And who am I to be so strong? WHO is the JUDGE of Paradise? Yet under the blood Red Moon we twist and sigh....

c.davedelacroix, in belize, 2022.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Belize: THE SCREAM.

 Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/BELIZE: THE SCREAM

IN THE SCREAM, the shattered horror, INCEST, blood or WAR? In the SCREAM, many babies gone before; under your window, out of your sight, that convenience that WE/U maybe didnt perceive, but under your window, a SCREAM!

IN THE SCREAM, a tremble, a shattered KID prevails? and in its PROGRESS all the commune-guilt U can gather? Yet the SCREAM resonates and SPLICES all the thing U love or know, the things that once were Yours?

IN THE SCREAM, Civilisation disolves. Bridges broken, Rivers diverted, Plutos Plumbing absolved: And all the VALIANT, worthless testament, when it resonates in OUR town: THE SCREAM!...for U to HEAR or let disappear?..The SCREAM!!!? That Social Shroud that U elegantly wear?

c.davedelacroix.,2022, Corozal, Belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize: dave delacroix: "Sonnet."

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "Sonnet."

(dedicato: Michael Elkerton//U.K. BRO from another MO)

How we DIED in PUTINS-s WAR, how we died in Poverty, or how we died of a broken heart or how we died cos the INTERNET QUIT? (Suicides-abound?)

How we died of Loneliness? No-one came to visit, nobody gave a dam-that sliced-umbilical that comes of BEING Woman/Man, that GIG we signed on for, an Odypussy-Rex-Curse?

How we died WE droves & stroves, in Peace or War, an after-thought, what each is WE, any one is worth, our hopes, loves aspirations? What crystal is our Steel? Our HORROR! Love-s greed?

How we DIED, dead & gone, a tombstone, shrine, but not for everyone; just how we died, some Poet might later compose an ubiquitous amongst the flora where future Lovers walk...in parallel to his own destiny, mirroring our happy fate.

How we died is in our zeal. Expect Lawyers to debate this!

c.2022,davedelacroix, corozal, belize.

OUR MAN, the duderoni, dave delacroix/2022: In Europe/Belize: "EYE-SOUP!"

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix (the duderoni), 2022, in Belize: "EYE-SOUP!"

(dedicato: kids in Ukraine.)

IN EYE SOUP, Jealousy, ENVY, a vindictive "pas de deaux" that dances, sometimes UN-noticed yet in times of War  will blow UP your house, exterminate your Children, EN-force your CULTURE to GO South?

 In EYE-SOUP, the Country Stitching of your cloth garments, your Village festivals, your CLOSEST-love VOWS; all these, in Eyes-Soup, a demon will UN-determine for the GRUEL of their CRUDE?

 In Eye-s SOUP, amidst this debacle of History-s tragedy, in Eye-s Soup, perhaps a Girl, her glance, will suggest the Promise of all that, otherwise, could be? Her dreams for U?

In Eye-s Soup, a glance from an Auschwitz Gal, for YOU, before she met her eternity?

c.2022, dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE; dave delacroix: "RAGTIME!"

 Our Dude in EUROPE/Belize, dave delacroix: "RAGTIME!"

ITS-ALL we GOT! That SPIT in our invective, that CURSE U know which never goes anywhere, cept round & round, that FINGER to RUSSIAN TANKS or the CRAPPOLA U ditched dating, that bitch that U rediscovered when all Romantic-bets were KAMIKAZI: to WHOM do U SCREAM on a laid back, Incredible String Band -afternoon?

ITS ALL a BLOCK, no hunting, no furtive, just the RUINS of your SENSITIVITY: Bastards-Bitches, time & place: WAVE your SCIMITAR-wildly; maybe crop a head or 2: Poor headless friends who died in your conceptual ZOO: For six decades do U sleep or wake or follow histrionics, a bad Novel, a POEM but in YOUR hand, DESPAIR!...awaiting your Signature?

c.2022. dave delacroix, corozal, belize.

OUR MAN in Europe/BELIZE: dave delacroix: "The Scorpion."

Our Man in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "The Scorpion." 

The SCORPION on your bath rug, shower-splashed, glistening-black, awaiting your toe, foot, your tread into kingdom-come: Hallelujah! Your END: Inconceivable! Had SO much to do!...?

c.2022, dave delacroix. Corozal, Belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "HOLIDAY!"

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "Holiday!" 

NOT-GOT-WHAT that JIMSTA that fingers your cerebral screw, the YOU?...So THERE U R prancing on Main Street OR on a mountainside wearing Lederhosen/Langerie: BAA-BAA, U know what every BODY also knows: Your KEEP. (Last night in town?)

NOT-WOZ-U: That MUNDANE dolly-WOG U see in dawns MIRROR; who have .....MADE IN JAPAN/CHINA...reflection? Singing popular Song, an ephipfany or catwalk to tomorrow-s repetition? Nobody-s wardrobe: Welcome! (Dont forget to Write!)

IS-GOT-WHAT that NUBILITY that worms inside, loathe to writhe, Iconic-shattered, yet clutches to illusions, foundations of Myth, and Genetic wrath. (I thought the Pool wasnt heated?)

Did U have a good Holiday?

c.2022. Dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Spanish Moss."

 OUR MAN IN EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Spanish Moss."

(dedicato; Larry Parker/Family in Gretna Parish, New Orleans)

(A Song!)

O Spanish Moss will U come back to stay, O Spanish moss a lay-and-a-lay, through out the night, holding me tight; O Spanish Moss, U sway and U sway.

O Spanish Moss, I loved her so true, O Spanish Moss, till Yesterdays You; throughout the night, holding her tight, she lies under the tree... you decorate!

O Spanish Moss I mourn to this day, plying my rage, this Life-s disarray; throughout the night, no love-s  kernel sight, but O Spanish moss, she IS: SHE sways?

O Spanish Moss the words Un-said, the words and the WHISPERS we might have said?...Through out our night, no dawning in sight, too late for Lovers despite.

O Spanish Moss how love is so cruel, leaving this Moon to wane evermore; throughout the night, grief in the night, On Spanish Moss do I flail or remain? O Spanish Moss, this fool!!!

c.dave delacroix., April. 2022.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Corozal-Belize: Corozal Dreaming!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Corozal-Belize: COROZAL DREAMING!

(dedicarto: Ester Rodriguez)

ALL THE LEAVES R brown, yet the SKY is BLUE. I went to fix my PAPERS, mah Mommas documents too? But if I didnt WALK, or talk-that-talk? COROZAL-BZ DREAMING left me in the lurch?

All the Leaves (Immigration Office)  R whoosit, like my HEALTH-CARE, SKIN-CANCER, PROSTATE-SITU, no-one cares?...No direction...QUEUE! Nobody got a QUEUE NUMBER, fight for RIGHT...to ENTER?  And I Right, the Old Gal with KIDS in front oF U? GOTTA hit the TOILET: Prostate Boog-a-loo, the RE-JOIN, disabled, the QUEUE, sign a FORM, hit the TREASURU, then BACK to the IMMIGRATION boog-a-loo. queue Babee, got GRIT: In the HEAT can U QUEUE again?...No toilet in sight? Pick a NUMBER for DISPAIR?

All the leaves R brown. All the leaves R browN; that STAND in front of your sad-tropic-CITADEL! And the Civic-PATHOS.. U endow. When NATIVE upon BZ NATIVE somehow frown?

ALL the Manzettas are in full, burning bloom, the PALMS sway, BZ bambinos, like joyous swarms, run into the sea, gladly and wave back to U & Me!...Our reflection? Sometimes KISSES fail. The OLD we WAIL!!!

c.dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, Belize-UKRAINE, No: 007: Death in Paradise!

 Our Man in Europe, Belize-Ukraine, No: oo7: Death in Paradise!

Death IN Paradise will give U a Clue, what U make of IT is in your Will and the darkness U bring TO it which bubbles to the surface like OLD SINS, casting dark shadows; who cries OUT -like WILDLIFE caught on empty roads, HEADLIGHTS that shock-stare-ZONE! YOU? MEDIA? Your dreams?

Death in Paradise; guess PARADISE dont want U, maybe never did? U killed your pet Cat, fucked your bambino-Sister!.. On to anti-social-crime, a floating Parasite that from time to time washes upon Paradises tranquil  shore? (In which DECADE did U lose your Soul?)...(personal note). CONFESS!

PARADISE, post-past-grief! (Black Angels TWITCH their rustic Wings!) at St. Peters Gate, except for the dis-robed, the RE-nounced, OLIGARCHS and OR the guilty NAKED!!!...Couple o-bucks in the Carribean, James Rees-Mogg? (UK Oligarch) counting his complex...  Tax-free Abacus?

Death IN Paradise, Paradise: UNDER SEIGE, like Mariupol, surrounded by graveyards, MORTALS who tried to ENTER-IN: Paradise, which PRODS your Earthly syncronic BILE then washes its hands over just where U GO, the place that U must DIVE or double down, the threat of WW3 and ALL the PUSS that U can breath? Pity the Farmer, Shepherd, dumb-ass Kids, a Truck Driver, long distance-\HOME and NON-INTERNET folks sayin "Leave me alone!" .....For your Paradise?

c.2022. dave delacroix.\

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix: "DOIN TIME!"

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix: "Doin Time."

TIME took its SWEET... like TIME always does when U R about to be  HUNG in your finality?  TIME catches its breath in the heaving of YOUR loves breath when her bosom breathes fire into your tomorrow? As TIME will do. TIME exercises when U are sprite & FREE, especially when U have nothing to say, yet mean it? TIME is funny like that. TIME enjoys your ambevalense (spell? Ask Time!) : careless. TIME echo-s your Days, your crazy life, your DEEDS, and when U sleep, TIME is by your side. And  when U die? There-s that. U R not alone. TIME will nurses U from birth to your grave...as TIME will do.TIME never leaves you. Best/Worst buddy U ever had; a godless shadow.

c.2022. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN (dave) in EUROPE, "A Minuete."

 Take down your HORN Caliope! SHREIKE Cassandra! OLD AGE descends! A pre-recqusite of Mortality that WE motals ignore...(dah-dah)...

... until...BLOW your immortal horn, CHARLIE PARKER who dances Jazz notes into SILVER infinity,  OR...BIX Beiderbeck: footnotes of what-U-Gonna-BE?

 There-s always a worthless POET, somehow, ahead of U? Francois Villion, Beaudelaire, Apollinaire, that Rimbaud kid? (THEY were FRENCH) Now its UP to....where ever U live?

TAKE DOWN your first AMOUR: heartbreak, UN-curdles yet IGNITE your future perspective: Do U fuck your SOUL  or mix a Margarita? Nobody-s perfect. JEEZE! I-m in BELIZE!!?!

WE used to "party" in Highgate/London Graveyard; BIG TIME Victorian MONUMENTS, tombstones: Karl Marx? He-s one. Before HIS monument: Many beer Cans! (1970s)..."Susan Bonner!", she was "next door", a cheerful tombstone, a minuete.

 Alive or DEAD, we dance IN our Time. Always wondered bout Susan Bonner, also, a dead person?.......We danced, archaic, in our youth...amongst the dead?

Take down your HORN Caliope, Cassandra? ...whisper in my EAR: some whispered wisdom we yearn for? Universally, ATLAS, sitting on our GLOBE has both fingers in his ............(fill in blank.).

Take down your HORN Caliope: No-one can hear...year after year.

c.dave delacroix. 2022.

OUR Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Jack-off-PUTIN!"

OUR Man in EUROPE/dave delacroix/ ""Jack-Off-PUTIN!"

OUR FRANTIC MASTURBATION ASIDE, Russia-UKRAINE: do U think WE can ever fall in love again? My KIDS love YOUR KIDS, listen to the SAME MUSAK, dance in unison?

FRANTIC MASTURBATION ASIDE, Russia-UKRAINE our ARTISTS...the ones not DEAD...can UNIFY with Str. Petersburg, Russias CULTURE?

 No-one WEARS a UNIFORM in CULTURE; we wear COSSACK boots, linen shirts, we ride horses in FREEDOM; we drink VODKA: the blood we SHARED to kill NAZI TANKS; old people HERE remember our mutual Yesterdays:

. A POET will say...ETERNAL MASTURBATION!!!...But YOU J|ACK-|OFF in Stupidity!!!...and some pathetic, historical, non-evolution DARKNESS; pathetic in 2022?...RETIRE or SUICIDE BUDDY!

c.2022. dave delacroix. 

OUR MAN in Europe/Belize: "Elegy."

Our Man in Europe/Belize: "Elegy".

(dedicato: Lizbeth-Michele)

...NOBODY WANT DAT BAD NEWS, ask anyone ever HAD? NOBODY want dat Reggae-Tune? NOBODY, but NO-ONE wants that LONELY-BLUES, if U ever had? Sudden Death Slicers. Cuts a SMILE in half and the PEOPLE-jiggle without direction; no-manh knows what to DO when Nobody wants that BAD-BREW.

NOBODY FIESTA when a DARK STREAM covets the GIG. There-s a LULL in the BOUNCE, a fleeting-TERROR in the Groove and an UN-whispered shade of, "WHO R U?"...amongst close friends, Cousins, outright strangers; no malice.

NOBODY WANTS dat THIRD DEGREE (?), that past SLAVE-WHIPLASH, that MURDERED every Nations Ancestors, the IN-HUMAN traffic that MAn-on-MAN inflicted, remembered in ALL peoples Spiritual aspiration?

NOBODY WANTS dat bad bad-boogie in their EARS: History-s ECHO resounds and makes us FIGHT yet more for our Pride? And U think that History-s FELLOW MAN would have known better?

c.2022, dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix: (Happy days!): "We R da Doomed!"

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: (Happy days!): "WE R da DOOMED!" 

WE ARE THE DOOMED. Absolutely! When RICH MEN make WAR we POOR FUCKS: DOOMED! WE are the DOOMED, soling our shoes, picking out DRESSES, what to wear tonight?

WE ARE THE DOOMED, TOTALLY DOOMED. No need to PACK ya Bric-a-brac? WE ARE THE DOOMED because U stayed SILENT or considered a GLOBAL PROBLEM just might go away?

WE ARE THE DOOMED, absolutely WORTHY of DOOMED in a CONSPIRACY of SILENCE or FEAR to put YOUR LIFE on the line?

WE ARE THE DOOMED, the DOOM people, still shopping, gambling Stock-market...till the bitter end, then POOF!!!...Ya ballroom days R over Babee!...

c.2022. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix: War & Peace.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix: WAR & PEACE.

(Movie project for Marquis Jean Debats/GERS..Le Project!)

 IN WAR & PEACE did we ever; in War & Peace, did WE ever; I got a scratched face YOU had an ATTITUDE that lasted between Moscow & Rome; breakfast in PARIS? There was a fight over Cafe-Grande/avec laite: Cafe-de-la-Paix, aptly named: only money for the Metro? Kicked OUT, we had to hitch-hike?

In War & Peace, I was not a MONK, decidedly NOT a NUN yet, ethically, morally, robbing the BANK-CENTRALE, Rue Madelaine sounded like APPOLINAIRE (?); luckily I feigned a hangover (sic), your cohorts arrested, Some Inspector MAIGRET on your case? We had BRIE, PANE, VIN at the DIABLO Cafe. Everyone was arrested but U? Wearing "Hoodies" is SO passe?...I wore a tie/reading newspaper  "Le Monde".

In War & Peace; hiding OUT in Pont St. Cloud next to the INTERPOL central building was a stroke of genius. I wore a COMPLETE disguise when we never rendezvoued. I tanned my face and hands, hung out at the Cafe-Rendezvous des Amis in Montmartre, ever subject to crazy-poverty. In War & Peace? In DIJON, train station: WANTED POSTER. Crime? In or OUT we R always ON the run? Ask anyone!

c.2022, dave delacroix. ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix; "The RUINS of MARIUPOL.!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix;  "The RUINS of MARIUPOL."

TONITE!? I-DIED. Close Pal of VLAD PUTIN. Dont KNOW whats going on; heard Rumours. Bunch of GHOSTS busting my SLEEP; apparently I am IVAN, the terrible one?....My Soviet Protection Plan has resulted in Ukrainian FULL WARFARE against Anti-NAZIS-BROTHERS, a decafe KREMLIN which I cannot control?

TONIGHT I-DIED. A Winter-Palace: Who storms IT, the Idealists or the Mafia!? And then, s-posing FREEDOM OF SPEECH, who should I ....destitute, VOTE for? Join AN ARMY...to die for? For WHAT?

TONIGHT in St. Petersburg, Moscow, Minsk, Kyiy; do I KILL my COMRADES who together we sacrificed OUR BLOOD, our Young Lads AND Brave Girls....WW2... to HAVE to DO this all over again?

(U kidding?)

Tonight: Putins WAR. PUTINS Hell. I hear he has $500 million in his Bank? Perhaps he can BUY some bandages for the Russian & Ukrainian wounded or BUILD a TEMPLE to his disgrace & Despair? What GODS ABOVE I call to END this Rectus-Mortal?

c.2022. dave delacroix. RUINS of MARIUPOL...Who will repair!?

Our Man in Europe, Close-Confident of Vlad Putin; "Happy Days!" No.3:

 VLAD PUTIN the IMPALER?

Bunch of folks in a Comunial GRAVE. Wearing socks, S...executed in town square; how DO, in 2022 do ? Clothes Designer. Must-have tripped across a Missile Strike; poor Russian-conscript-LADS, wearing gloves: Russia-Ukraine; were WE not BROTHERS? Or KILLING the LADS who R ORDERED to KILL US?  How do we SCREAM when BOTH we fought Hitlers Panzer Tanks!? Yesterdays HELL, for godssake!!!

Bunch of FOLKS, old, disabled, garden=cultivation, carrots, lettuce, raddishes; my SON ...(PUTIN!), the IN-visibility of PROGRESS has failed (IN RUSS IA) to EN-join U in World Peace.....Ever though about JOINING NATO?....(Why not> U do it too?) Less STRESS, more hugs!? Vlad-Putin: Cannot I BE, freely? And just WHO R U to tell ME how I feel? Or HOW I would, freely, like to live?

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, apr, 2022: hot line to kremilin.

OUR MAN IN EUROPE, dave delacroix: MariUpol, Ukraine."Ballet-lessons."

 OUR DUDE in Europe, dave delacroix; Mariupol, Ukraine: "Ballet-lessons."

SING ME a Mariupol, a Port for St.Mary. a DEVASTATION UN-known. Sing me an AUSHWITZ, a Treblinka, a HOLIDAY-CAMP, the kind barbarians CREATE, Man on MAN? Sing me a Song of SPRING where the kids, happily, go mindless, BLINDLY into an ADULT World?

Sing me a Song of MARY, or that KID, a body, lying in the ADULTS war-torn debris? Naturally, we must CANCEL her BALLET-lessons, let her School-chums know, she-s gone away? And that "almost" Boy-friend she had? (We-ll whisper to his parents?)...in MARIUPOL. 

SING ME a song of MARIUPOL. I sing for a 12 yr old. Forgetting is a Crime. Her picture-books, her laptop, her wishes/asperations!!!!....Sing THIS SONG of Mariupol when YOU try to sleep at Night. For WHO goes gently INTO this good night? Possibly, not You! NO LOGIC can redeem your WAR-throat-intention or the PERSON U thought U knew?

c.2022, dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix; "HAPPY-DAYS" No.1: "All my Guitars."

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix; "Happy Days!" No.1: "All my Guitars."

(dedicato: Oscar Pop/Steve Nover.)

...ALL MY GUITARS, begged, borrowed BOUGHT or Stolen, gifted, WISHED-UPON or just fell into your hands in a Career of STRUM? World famous Songs/ANTHEMS are born in such STOCK; a Divorce, a CRIME! A Revolution, a Loneliness? The day U put your LIFE down on the line?

All my Guitars, my ANCIENT Pals, whose CASES like a LAWYER, Ive, traveling, slept upon like a/sleeping-bag, hopeless progress, willing IT to deliver me by spontaneity into a ROAR of Praise, an audience of affirmation: THERE walked my brittle Guitars? THERE we were upon Life-s Stage?

All my Guitars, Stolen, purloined, Autographed, hanging on another NO-hopers Wall; broken pegs & Strings, no-longer a Creators magic Ring!? DULL (the Guitar) it cries! The Wrong hands! Where is the AUTHOR of my Majesty? Who wails MACBETH, ambitions-decree?

(Not a PEEP out of....Denver Joe?)

All my Guitars, fondness, love, in Madagascar, a faraway semblance, THAT AFRICA I tried to rise above, leastways  LIBERATE!? And all my long-gone GUITARS that STRUM in my troubled sleep, yet their collective AND IN-difference leaves ONE without the OTHER.... divided between a STRUM and the Words where once we met? All accolades fail and my Guitars, now still;  except this Song that permeates until my dying day.

WHO sing now? And WHO sings of UN-dying Love?

c.2022, dave delacroix, corozal, Belize (aged 66).

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, No: 13: "MUSSEL-TOV!"

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: No: 13: "Mussel-tov!"

We ALL get to die at some point? Disease or the Ides of March? We all get CARRIED AWAY by some folks , minimum-wages/glad to bugger-off to the Tavern; there-s no DIGNITY in CORPUS-FUCK-UP; maybe a Lover shows up, glances at your RIGOR-MORTIS and tries to remember, fucking like Jack-rabbits listening to BIX BEIDERBECK or screaming to EACHOTHER bout paying the Manhattan Rent? Was it EVER cheap there, Jew on Jew?

WE ALL get the "Big-\kahuna", that seventh Wave of Life? The one that cleans out your domestic secrets, sad bank accounts, your forlorn dignity? Remember when U bought that DRESS!? Man!! That Suit! Ready! Some Rock N Roll? But it never  WHOOSIS; Tomorrow-s foil? And the Plans for Lake Tahoe, the Caravan, GO HIT THE ROAD and all that Spaghetti, that NEW YORK GOLD, outside of California where WE said "for sure!", our dream would come true, such a distant shore..?.

IN Soho (South-Houston) street, pronounced "HOWSTON", Rabbi Abe told me never to marry U? Rabbi Abe said the SAME thing to ME! I guess he knew? What did he know? Well, he had the Torah? Had he traveled? From Mulberry Street? There-s that. I guess he didnt know about America? Does anyone? Now that U mention it...And here, Babuska, we are!...Where!? Where we need to be.

c.davedelacroix., 2022, belize. UKRAINE DIARY.

OUR MAN in Europe/UKRAINE: N0: 11: "DEAR PUTIN!"

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix, UKRAINE, No:11: "DEAR PUTIN!"

(ALMOST Beatles Song) "DEAR PUTIN, wont U come out tonight? DEAR PUTIN, come out and see your WARFARE sight? DEAR PUTIN: wont U come out tonight? And see UKRAINE URBAN RUBBLE, bodies in the Streets?

DEAR PUTIN, my CITY is so COLD, and six-feet-under, madres, KINDER so bold, singing of their INNOCENCE, a Z Tank, a CRUCIFIX, Dear Putin? Stop this tonight. (Kids singing of HOPE in City Basements.)

DEAR PUTIN, Mothers, Russia-UKRAINE say STOP THIS HATE; millions of Refugees now flee from your Hate? And whilst our GUITARs gently weep, another Russian/Ukraine Soldier LYING at your feet; Dear Putin, U R ALONE...tonight!

DEAR PUTIN, take your Money/Glory: GO!!!...

c.davedelacroix, 2022, mar.

Our Man in Europe, No: 10:Belize/Ukraine!,: "Zelinky-Song!"

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "ZELINSKY SONG."

WHEN I DIE, no worries. WHEN I AM BORN; Tell me? When I DIE, flowers, a PARADE, nothing I-d wonder bout, but when I-M BORN (ZELENSKY) please consult me? 

When I-m BORN U-d better tell me what the GIG IS, what COSTUME, what SPEECH; tell me da Gig? When I-m DEAD, NO WORRIES, my Wife, KIDS, will "YAY!" my Gig. Maybe my Neighbors, Maybe MY NATION; either way: I-m a UKRAINE MAN!

WHEN I DIE, no worries; I gotta BLOOD that knows bout EXTERMINATION; that CULTURAL DYNAMIC that I SHARE with UKRAINE, RUSSIAN, INTERNATIONAL-PATRIOT. and that NO TYRANT can kill...until the day I die.

A Pity the WORLD ONLY wantes to give me a Cadillac/get-out OF HELL -card or a Nobel Peace Prize?

(Childrens BODIES. Theatre. Maripol Theatre)

c.davedelacroix., Corozal, Belize. (Norwegians for Ya!?), Zelinkys Song!

OUR MAN in EUROPE, elize, Ukraine: No: 8: "Marie-Claude: The Doctor!"

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Belize, UKRAINE., No: 8: "Marie-Claude." (The Doctor)

!915, "marie-claude (Doctor) saved my \montmartre life? \I was British, she was PARISIAN. The OTHER-GUYS (Germans fellas) were launching long rage CANNON -thingies?...My PERNOD was totally destroyed. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||Marie-Claude and I, at the Bar had time to discuss this. We DUCKED mostly then fell in love?

1940: In Lyon; Marie-Claude: YOWSA! Jewish? Got her on a SPY PLANE to England. I was arrested/believed dead..

2022: In KYIV (Keev) Marie-Claude (Doctor), bombs-falling: MORE scared than ME; we hugged our sandwiches/AK-47-s.and hugged each others FLAK jackets!...Wishin WE were in Montmartre? Our walking sticks, we WAVE!.. for our Grand MAMA....in 1915!

COURAGE is ETERNAL!!!

c.dave delacroix./for Ukrainian & Russian Friends!/FREEDOM OF SPEECH!

Our Man in Europe./Belize/UKRAINE: No: 8: The CZAR!"

 

Our Man in Europe, Belize, UKRAINE: No:8: "PUTIN-The CZAR!!!"

THIS SIDE  of CZAR; that benevolent FUR-capped "Uncle" who will fix your FOOD, your "Borscht", your GIG: A Beatles Song: "Back in the USSR" or Momma never had to worry bout SOUP in the Market; Borscht, when she DANCED in "Prospeckt", your town or mine?

This side of CZAR; when COULD I SPEAK FREE (2022), who ARE these TYRANTS who smother my SPEECH; I speak for my MOMS, my PEOPLE who stopped NAZI TANKS with their Blood? Do I not deserve Respect?

THIS SIDE of CZAR and the BLOOD of my Sisters/Brothers, longside WE fought, 1941-45, now U destroy my house, my sofa, my TV, my KID; a REFUGEE and I must bear ARMS -gainst my RUSSIAN-COMRADES of Old? Who decrees this CANABILISM....Your Kremlin?....Let me know? WE R Refugees (Bombs! Bombs! Missiles in Ukraine!)....Let UKRAINE, be free.

Dave delacroix. /be well my Ukraine/Russian friends. Spread the NEWS of the WAR-horror!

OUR MAN in EUROPE, Belize, UKRAINE: No;7: "DA BALLOON."

 OUR MAN in Europe, Belize, UKRAINE, No:7: "Da BALLOON."

WHEN DA BALLOON GOES UP, (Ukraine-Russia); sorry kids, dat Egg-Mac-manwich AINT no more and its no good me driving to your SCHOOL cos ya School aint there any more? Dads outta a JOB cos the Job gone "Whoosis" and that SUN-TAN U getting wont wear a way too soon.

WHEN DA BALLOON goes, GONE UP, ya Mama filled the "Deep-Freeze"; got Peas, frozen fries, BURGERS, we should be OK for a while? Junior! No need to cut the grass, doing it by itself and the local 7-11; no worries. They died or already left?

WHEN da BALLOON goes up? Dont ask me WHY? I didnt VOTE for any of those SCUMBAGS who sent Missiles in the sky? But, Hey? I kitted out our Basement.

c.2022, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in Belize, UKRAINE: No.5: "Mother Courage".

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in Belize, in UKRAINE: No:5: "Mother Courage." 

When your coiffeur is DONE, when your Tits droop and that Dick or Saddle-bags stand testament to your Maturity, a GIG U never thought to see, "Ou sans les neige, dantan?" yet faced EVER with infernal Tomorrows, worries, Kids, Grand-Kids, WAR & PEACE; how to treat a Wound, BURN, SHELL-SHOCK a-la-UKRAINE, remembering a Song of your Mammas Youth, maybe?

When your CLOTHES, wracked to RUIN, underwear, FEMALE-products at the PHARMACIE, now shelled & destroyed, but U must BE BRAVE for the Kids, Young Wives, post-natal, shivering in fear and YOU, like MOTHER-COURAGE; no job for you, a glance at your bracelet, a Soldier, in yester-years War he gave to U? They NEVER come back. Dead in carnage. Brave lads who danced for your affection?

When your finger-nails, crippled with cold and all sanitation for the Young & the Old is despair and the WEAKEST cry, scream, yet the naturally BOLD, Kids, Soldiers, TEENS rise UP and say, "Tomorrow-s Our Day!" your SKIRTS surround in one final HURRAH!...and the rest, liberated, is how they find U...

c.dave delacroix. March, 2022. (Death to Putin-Tyrant).

Our Man in Europe, Belize, UKRAINE, No.4: Pontius Pilat. (Putin-Madness)

Our Man in Europe, Belize, UKRAINE, No.4: Pontius-Pilat (Putins-Madness) 

PONTIUS PILOT dont WASH, cant WASH my hands, hospitals, THEATRE-BOMB-SHELTERS, no protection. BODIES on the Kyiy Streets. BODIES in the LAND: MY Apartment, my Sofa, my T.V. BLOWN UP! Will Vlad Putin pay me? My damned Car! Wrecked! But mostly, my WIFE & KIDS, dodging Missile/bomb attacks? Can they make it safely to Poland/?

Tough GIG to FIGHT my RUSSIAN BROTHERS; we-together defeated the NAZIS, now, like CANNIBALS we R faced, reluctantly, with each other: No-one wants to SHOOT!

Pontius Pilat, where R U? The Children of Russia AND UKRAINE say STOP this MADNESS!!!

c.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, BELIZE, UkRaINE: No: 3: MESSAGE to UKRAINIAN BLOG FAMILIES.

 Our Man in Europe, Belize, ukraine: MESSAGE to UKRAINE REFUGEES.

I HAVE a VILLA in COROZAL, BELIZE. Connect with British High Commission/EMBASSY here or DIRECT on Facebook/or (BZ) 633 3338,,,,we have Accommodation for TWO (group) families. I am a British Subject. By THIS BLOG U can say I KNOW U. U R welcome for temp. retreat. Hugs!!!

c.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine, No: 2: "The Night before." (Putin-s Promises.)

Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine/, No:2: "The Night before." (Putin-s promises.)

Never trust a Word I say from the Night before? Never kiss again the Man U made from the Night before? Never hold me to the Truth or call on that LOAN, or spend your Youth on the Word of that Man from the Night before.

Never whisper sweet-nothings in your pillow-dreams to the Man from the Night before? Never DEPEND on your FLIGHT, your Tomorrow with the Man, the Night before? Never promise your Soul, your Virginity, your Tomorrow-s Gold; never again do you look the Man in the eye from the Night before.

Never count you Chickens, already gone, with the Man from the Night before? Abandon all your exotic Plans with the Man from the Night before; never issue a WRIT; he-ll find a disguise that-ll never fit? But don-t U cry; U R not alone.

Never trust a Word I say from the Night before? In Vino-Veritas, but then dismissed by a hangover of Wails that decry his provost declaration! To let U know, a pocket-book of memories: All bets are off in a dawning realization that leaves the Believer quite torn! And forlorn.

c.2022, dave delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/Belize/UKRAINE: No: 001: "GUITAR!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine, dave delacroix: No: 001: "GUITAR!!!"

I strummed a chord, I saw your face and FOOL that I am the rest is History? I strummed a chord on my guitar, it resonated, love and war? Nations WAR-D, People sought PEACE and all the time I just hungered for your face?

I strummed a chord, resonant!!...It resounded beyond my countenance? I strummed a chord ...only for YOU and gave a lesser World a feud?

I strummed a guitar, a GIRL, she sang the words; her sound, lost in WARFARE, her beauty-distressed?

 Her SOUL lies on a battlefield, MAULED-deranged; her petticoats now bandagers for TEEN-AGERS who-d live on the NET, now wounded, freezing to death, thinkin of MOM!!!?

I strummed a CHORD, no guitar for ME again. I cry OUT to the Angels!?

c.davedelacroix., Corozal-Belize. BEWARE the IDES of MARCH!

Our Man in Belize/Europe; dave delacroix: "Beware the Ides of March."

 Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Beware the Ides of March."

"LOOK! I-m NOBODY! I can barely afford a bloody (sic) TOGA. I make my DUCATS selling Women, SLAVES, Fish, the occasional Gladiator, a sloe-eyed Youth for a Roman Senator-s after-noon pleasure; I swear on CONCORDIA that, if I had KNOWN... I-d have gone UP-Country, Trivola, Lago Nemo, some place; even the Fields of Mars!? Now they got me in the FORUM: Bonfires, BLOOD, every where; nuttin to DO with me? The IMPERATOR, CEASAR is MURDERED!!!...LAWYERS are on my CASE; Centurions GUARDING ME; apparently I was on the "Grassy knoll"? I will incriminate NO-ONE but by doing so, NOT doing so, alas!!!...My Lawyer advises me/gave me a sharp dagger!..."

c.dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix; No: 118: "NO LOVE for MR LONELY."

 OUR MAN in Belize/Europe, dave delacroix, No: 118: "NO LOVE for MR LONELY." (Ukraine)

Survive or DIE, on either side what poor SOD gives his life? Farewell MOM, DAD, Wife or KIDS; I am but CANNON FODDER for another Mans plan? Nobody attacked my FARM, the cow in the barn? Who needs her Milk; Will gladly share?

SURVIVE or DIE; a FOREIGN wounded Soldier staggered wounded into my yard. My two daughters dressed his wounds but it was too little too late.

GRANDPA, World/WW2 weary, coughed and choked and cast a vengeance eye. He had seen this before. Yet he did not protest when his two lady grand children gave this foreign Soldiers a respectful burial and summoned an Orthodox Priest to bless the fallen Man-s sanctity.

c.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, N0: (?)...."The MONSTER in YOU."

 Our MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: Whoosit: "The Monster in YOU!"

         IS, IZ there any LOVE but YOUR love in this FEBRUARY night & DAy when colds dont quit and INTERNET hugs, distant, echo; my finger-nails-grime and the Hi-tech kids on London, Glaswegian streets dont even CO-Selfie? I must be lost, OBSCURE, that INVISIBILITY that haunted your GREAT-great-MOMMAS Corsetts! Who cries OUT pre-Wonder-Bra! Thoughts  NIPPLES are burning? Penile-erection slithers to obscurity; is there ANY whoosit? Got it?

IS, IZ, your LITERACY, gurgle, does it EXPLODE into a  RAVE or a JOB APPLICATION; All the lonely people quietly TURN in dark, WET, soiled EARTH; the shit that, go figure, pays for your terrible Sartorial Elegance?....Plaid?...a THREE chord Punk song?

IZ, IS your LOVE, the direction, your OLD shoes; Pappy gave Em to Ya?...Then WALK....Nobody EVER committed suicide in Loch Ness.....

c.2022, davedelacroix, LORD CORAZOL.

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 115: "Loves Few!"

 1Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 115: "Loves Few."

I CAUGHT YOUR DESPAIR in my racket, I sighed SUBMISSION and/but my design, would leave it up to U? Who could WIN? Who could lose? Loves few?

I caught your Insanity through that TELESCOPE of my OWN imperfect credentials, an Outsider, never to  know the intrinsic-diabolical chemistry, a relationship; boy meets girl: Me & U? Loves few? Who knew?

I caught your FLAW in my umbilical. I caught U when U BLINKED! I saw our/mis-matched Loves trust that feigns a MUST of all the things upon which our Love is made?

 I caught the frailty of Helene of Troy and gladly, my impregnable walls of TROY, no-longer mine. I stared into the emptiness of a loveless labyrinth.

I caught your despair, your exhaustion, your inner "coupe de gras", that grande illusion that all men wear like Chevalier cloaks that kill the "belle du jour", "le grande amore"; the killing of the thing they love, the Lady Elsinore? I grasped the NIGHT within our day. No happy gal or dude will sing of such a road, a path, whosoever walked this way?

I caught your despair in my racket, I gave vent to submission and/but my design, who could lose?....Loves few.

c.davedelacroix, feb, 2022, corozal, belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 114: "Witchata Linesman.".

 OUR MAN in BELIZE: N0: 114, "Witchata Linesman."

The WICTH IN YA wisdom, the BUG in your EAR that resonates where-with they had to burn U at the Stake? The Witchery in your Cauldron which U stirred and gave ferment to INQUISITION-noses, the Papist Lice which desired your inferno, who would/should save your fibre/knowledge that U, defiant kissed existence "Goodbye!", Goodbye Fuckers!....

Somehow, like Jesus Christ, ya gave HOMO SAPIEN the "Finger" and got out of the Gig?

The WICHATA in your WISDOM like a WITCHATA LINESMAN, the Song, U died but your SONG haunts? I can hear U through the WIRE!

Conquest, vanquished, Invasion, Muslim-medaevilism, Papist doctrine, LAUGH or CRUSH; 2,000 YEARS, we will never BE friends; Internally they call it RASCISM, Internationally, nobody INTEGRATES....leastways not Muslims?

BURN the RABBIES, PRISTS, IMANS, as soon as possible. Of course? Hang all the LAWYERS.

The WITCHATA Linesman?...I can hear him in the wire.

c.2022, davedelacroix, our man in europe.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No:113: "The Poets sing my Song."

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 113: "The Poets sing my Song."

(Apres John Donne)

Is your love, MY love, is your love, my love, that gift or hell that makes us ALL? Is your love the sweetest nectar, hungered whispered, a balcon breeze or is your love that curse...now, upon me?... that freezes and then decides to squeeze? After-all, love and death?...  Is your love that FIRST love that U have found which spins the heart a round-a-round? Is your love that mettle-wisdom on the road to NO love at all? Tell me!  Is your love,  that fix-me-quick, a fornication, a desire? Or is your love lasting true, though I am far away I DO come home to you? FA-LA, if I had only known; the Poets sing my Song!?....She awaited. YES! For my ardent  kiss. Loves Vanquished quarrels ALL beneath Loves uncaring feet! Is your Love, my Love too? That Gift or Hell that makes or kills us All?

c.2022,dave delacroix.

OUR MAN IN EUROPE, dave delacroix, N0: 112, "SCIACCA."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, No 112: "SCIACCA."

For my BARBER/grande fratello: Lenny Amedeo.

The song of Bernadette, thee song of your SISTA, or the song of your brother? Did he die a Traitor, Patriot or a STRANGER who was never THERE? The SONG of your family who hid FOOD, said, "Sure!" then saw your daughter be raped or the bambini, potentially starve?

In ENGLAND too we saw much deprivation, in WAR?

The Song of Bernadette, your Grandfather is "WORDS-LESS" coz he witnessed his Cowardice when PALERMO hit SCIACCA and stole all the food; first time, 2nd time, we hid our Rice/beans, we hid em in the Sciacca-tunnels. WE!? We kids looked innocent, looked desperate. In England, no dodging the bombing? Little food Amico!

The song of Bernadette. Or some Statue of Maria which U see us follow round on our Sciacca Streets? Maybe it got BETTER when "SEDOTTA E ABBANDONATO", the MOVIE prevailed and/or gave HOPE of a Sciacca-tomorrow, a MOVIE to give HISTORY an illusion? Either way, Women, Ladies, the Girls got-still a bad/infamous-cultural deal!...Who cries for a Donna!?

In WAR or PEACE the food we hide....is CONCEIT. Survival is everything. And when I go to your Barber-Shop I THINK...somehow, we are wounded.

c.davedelacroix.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 112: " POWER CUT. "

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 112: "Power Cut." 

After the POWER CUT, 1 hour in the DARK every body was kissin somebody ELSE?

 The really BIG PALM TREES in the yard were masturbating frantically. (My weird insight) Naturally, lonely DAVE, I had nothing to DO with it; suggestions, lets go to the sea shore/ some BOD says: "CROCS", I replied, "New soles on my SOUL might BE an idea?" -some chuckles, and AS they were all "lights-out" smooching I emmersed my aging rectus in the sangour-torquise bay, fearing not man nor beast, a cererbal encyclopedia of western civilization, a gift to a cayman/crocodile for all I cared? The bayshore sea, warm as a mothers womb?

After the POWER CUT, the lights came back ON

 In the bay of Coraozal, Belize. I-d returned to my Villa but I could clearly HEAR the giggles turned to SCREAMS; no one died but the CROCS were, like life, on patrol.

Kissin in the dark? Sometimes the Crocs, god help us, but they ARE there! Like kissing in the dark?

c.davedelacroix, our man in belize, 2022.

Our Man in Belize:, dave delacroix, Belize, No:109: "Le Marsellaise."

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix Belize, No:109: "French song, Le Marsellaise."

dedicato: Jonathan/artist, down in BZ City.

EVERYBODYS GAL wore her sanitary pad, LINED UP by the NAZIS to get shot by a firing squad? And everybody IN the FIRING SQUAD might-a peed their pants some minutes later? There Kommandants! Righteous Robots one and All; still exist; roamin Bayern or Bier-keller ghettos, the GAULEITERS who NOW inhabit IMMIGRATION/BORDER posters-international? A Clerk with his PEN to deny another persons humanity?...And every body-s GOD? Well, we know what to do HERE: Burn the Priests & Hang the Lawyers!?..When U enter an Airport/Cross a BORDER and U meet these beaurocratic THIEVES remember the 2,000 (TWO THOUSAND!) Jewish French Ladies who were FORCEd-MARCH into the GAS CHAMBER singing THE MARSELLAISE! Defiant in their degraded beauty? And in the face of THEIR anhililation let your continued  EXISTENCE tremble or YOU like THEY, for grasping moments, ponder your living-eternal night; what ressurection, what justice, what light comes to your awful tangent?...And sing: Le Marseillaise?

c.2022. dave delacroix, corozal, belize.UK, USA, border controls staffeed by NATURAL FASCISTS. Ya pay peanuts ya get Monkeys!

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 108, "Am I the Fool?"

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 108: "Am I the Fool?"

AM I THE FOOL, the now, bankrupt USE, that oiled your Tomorrow? Am I the BITCH that made the switch from Hero to Hermione? 

Am I the fool who danced on your HIP and taught U how to TWITCH your bank-account? Am I the FOOL, no fool like an OLD fool who found his SELF, a forgotten History?

AM I THE FOOL who danced, jack-knifed, sommer-sault, paid for EVERYTHING: twice? Am I the fool in a LAND of Fools were Moralities Compass has no vice? 

We sailed Eastward, some went WEST and all we found was a COLD-ancient breast of WOMAN, frigid who said to me; la belle sans merci gonna ball U! Suck mah tits/leave the rest to me?

AM I the fool, now in TROPIC HEAVEN with few needs and caring-society? Am I the FOOL, now aged-a Man writing Poetry for Tomorrow's Child?

c.2021, dave delacroix, corozal-belize.