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.