OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "the specter in your eye."

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, dave Delacroix: "the specter in your eye."

There's always a BOY in the Man, a childish a rag-a-tag, a Girl in the Woman who commands, a battle-victory, a face that launched 1,000 ships, your Wife or Gal, a yesterday who once ruled your Love, the poetry in your motion?

There's always that Chord, a memory-tremolo, a sign, a taste that drives its rusty nail into your heartbreak, that song of songs. Your inner Gods-aspect has no mercy! 

There's always a Prince who'll betray U, a Joker in the Pack, Judas-Small-Change. A last kiss-memory, divining your sanctity to lay bare HELL, the abyss, whose reptile lips, puckering in invitation seduce your entrapment with or without, furniture, jewelry or airline-carry-ons.

A crucifix on a chain, a mantra, a childhood dream-indoctrination, the boogie-woogie Rabis, Imans, Grande-Buddas, JU-JU Men, backed up by scriptures, RITUALS, dancing round a Maypole; Clowns abound to ASPIRIN life's slings/arrows, for the Boy, The Girl, the glint, the specter in your eye.

c.davedelacroix. 2024,dec.31. FIREWORKS, N.Y.EVE. Bango!

OUR MAN etc., for Dylan in Piacenza.

 Our Man etc. For Dylan in Piacenza.

davedelacroix@aol.com.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley (on F-book): "The Ferryman."

OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Ferryman."

(dedicato: Lanny Nelson) 

ALL BOUGHT & PAID FOR, said GOD to your Life, short of trimmings, dead-buddies, wealth or a good Wife, husband, partner? WHOOPEE-DO!!! ON your Own? Love's sinecure-vacuum, even there? ALL bought & paid-up in Peace, WAR! Whilst inner greed? No need to worry, broke, not broken, DESPAIR, it has no tomorrow. Regrets however, and that 1,000-yard stare? Even THERE Universal forces ferment. Lamias slither in most back yards.

I'm an EXPERT: "Left-over Girl"? S-all bout HELENE. Homer? He Lied! Trojans, the Fascists of their age, no Love, Greeks (?), no SEIGE, NO WAY! - of Troy -7 YEARS of WAR...for PUSSY? 2024-no change. Not happening. Centuries later, the Romans...singing..."Go tell the Spartans!" And as (historical/situ.-legacy) John Wayne's movie THE ALAMO suggests, as I age, no NEW PUSSY is gonna put me in a domestic cage?

AND DON"T whisper U R DEAD, broke, forlorn, DOWN-whoosits to da BONE, hanging on Love's "Ariadne's thread", that single Malt Whiskey-KICK! -the MOON's got its own rage like an "AI" hologram to souvenir your mystery, yours TOO, your story: "I wandered lonely...as a CRUISE-MISSILE, pls don't piss me off!?" DIOGENES! A Hermit. Mathematics & Beans! Happy guy apparently? Father of Arithmetic & Vegetarian cuisine!

WHO CALLS U BACK? Beyond? And all scoundrel-dusty trails rewards in haunting? Yet who records your kisses, pre-empt, societal, voluptual, erotic? -non but your MEMORY, twix Life's ORCHESTRA still clutching to harrow consciousness, perceived loves & betrayals, dastardly and honored deeds, ALL the dynamics, ULLYSES's living creed, his Penelope, his dream? AUGURS, signs & wonders, the Ferryman awaits us all. Next hour at the Tavern we will sing our song!

c.davedelacroix/david mich oxley. belize.2024, 29/12.

OUR MAN in Europe/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "...Winged R the Devils!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix, age 69: "Winged R the Devils."

WINGED R the Devils we KNOW, the years "Fly Fleance Fly!" that MURDER the beloved, the rascals, FRIENDS, no jokes-no more; eclectic kisses-stained lipstick "YO's!" on tavern boards in expectation, but no Winged Devil to bring Home all they once rejoiced? SHADDUP & Die Young! -someone said.

Shadows IN shade, no Paparazzi-glare to lantern, to candle, to isolate Time's FANG in echoed song,  "Anacreon in Heaven We raise our glass to thee!" righting all wrong, goodly, but usurped by Winged Devils in un-tapped consciousness, tomorrow's Nativity betrayed in utero: WotchagonnaDO!? An existential Wonder! NEXT!!!

Winged R the Devils, seething, THIRST, a tankard of ale, a cask-wine, blood-pined! And shattered, the Cellar of your Soul, the Winged Devils will find U there. Who FUCKED the Lamb, if not You, then ME! Canines, Wolves, Jackels mark their spot on trees. Picture. Winged Devils feign disinterest. Do You?

Winged R the Devils, in the mirror, in your face, a beloved, in Winter, who hold U close till Summer then GONE! Seen no more. As All Hallowed Souls writhe, wail, tormented, Centuries in chorus, an En-tombed Hollywood-fail. Dante's Inferno, the Musical! ...Abstractly, we sometimes wonder: "Whatever happened to Lucy, Bill or Jim?" Winged R the Devils we know.

c.2024. davedelacroix, Xmas encore. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "My Old Tuxedo."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: Dave Delacroix: "My Old Tuxedo."

(dedicato: Steven St. James)

My old Tuxedo? Poor old Sod. Weddings, funerals, Wakes (?) it's seen the lot! On STAGE, Concertinas, Rock N' Roll Festivals & Bars; spilt drinks, cigarette ash, Champagne scars? U don't know the MEANING of Heartbreak!

My old Tuxedo witnessed...WITNESS! To folly & glory, Bohemian debauchery, ROMANCE drenched in a past Life of MUSIC, kisses & RAGE, immortalized-Paparazzi  foto-craze? Adios! Unlike my old GUITAR, utility's fortune: still to be strummed...

My old Tuxedo? After I'm gone, a THRIFT STORE? Picked over & pecked by fingers un-worthy or ripped/shredded in the latest costume Slasher Flick? Or stared at in a glass case, an exhibit, some Clowns Music "Hall of Fame" (Lame?), a Madame Tussauds alongside histories idiots/murderers?

My old Tuxedo, after I'm dead & gone? Our Glory Daze! -lingers on, threadbare, no mortal exit, no Neophyte to recount its singular Fame? An existence. now un-worn, HUNG BY THE NECK; a Song of Songs of all we use, lose, abandon, and forget.

c.davedelacroix/davidmichaeloxley. corozal.belize. dec. 2024.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE: My DD BLOG announcement.

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: My DD BLOG announcement:

Dave Delacroix BLOG OFFICIAL NOTICE, ahem, ANNOUCEMENT: For my BELOVED BLOG FOLLOWERS U can keep Updated of my continuing-weekly mischievous-making/activities through my Facebook Page under my old family name David Michael Oxley. Watch out!  There R a zillion DMO names/Hackers. MINE U can identify by Fb Page with my FOTOS. (Still devilishly handsome/debonair!) PLEASE TELL OUR MUTUAL friends? I now live in Belize, near MEXICO, Co-owner of a Guest-Villa, tropics, Swimming Pool etc. I SWITCHED to my old family name; I lost/forgot DD page password (who cares?), created the DMO one. This last year I've been plagued by Throat Cancer/Chemotherapy/Radiation treatments etc. now given up on doctors, still drinking & Smoking as usual and seem to be recovering holistically just dandy. Not out of the woods yet, aged 69 (!) but "tutte-bene" wishing U all (2024) a Merry Xmas!... Connect/Friend-me Fb/VISIT. Dave loves U!

Fixing on Producing new CD, "The Ides of March" IN March (lol) with all/any Music-Alumni of yore who wish to jam/contribute/show up IN Belize at our Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa (with a guitar/bongo/cowbell/VIDEO-Film gear) for freebie stay; y-all can message me on my DMO Fb page. 

dd. corozal-belize, dec. 2024.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "Sweet Virginia."

 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Sweet Virginia."

SWEET VIRGINIA, North or South, alone with Me in my Youth, ever to love, whenever we kissed, a tremble-memory of U.

Sweet Virginia lost & found, years forlorn, rich or poor, highway or City-denizen, to Club the night away, to Life-dance indefatigable!

Sweet Virginia, hot or cold, walkin' rain, heat or snow, a Gal for All Seasons, skeletal ghost-echoes enrapture my aging bones, eternities embrace?

Sweet Virginia, DYING!? Our Love knows not how.

c.Dave Delacroix. Corozal, Belize.

OUR MAN in Europe/Belize: Dave Delacroix: "I gave my Heart to Inter-net Porn."

 

OUR MAN in Europe/now Belize: Dave Delacroix: "I gave my Heart to Inter-net Porn."

I GAVE MY HEART to Inter-net PORN, a commitment that doesn't cost me a dime, dinner, a movie, condoms, forgettable SELFIES or a sensitive morning-after?

I gave my Heart to Inter-Net Porn, some Gals/Bela's, situations, Unwanted regrets, lingerie expense (for me?) & no worries, the need to buy a RAZ pad, auto or new wardrobe? Impressing NO ONE!

I gave my Heart to Inter-net Porn, a freebie/long-term Romance, no need to DANCE, Xmas gifts, birthdays, anniversaries, late-nite phone calls, the need to retreat Socially-Underground?

I gave my Heart to Inter-net Porn from a walking-stick, wheelchair, OVER-medicated, a relief to END Life's Romantic daze! My commitment - in this case - is resolute: A Free Man at last!!!

c.2024. dave delacroix. Belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley (see FB): "The Glint."

 

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "The Glint."

ALL BOUGHT & paid for said GOD to your Life, short of trimmings, wealth, a good Husband/Buddy/Wife? No need to worry. Do it on your own. I'll be around when U despair.

All bought, paid-Up in Peace & War, conduct/behave yourself, that INNER greed? No need to worry, around the corner, (God) I'll make U broke.

Despair? The Music, Kisses U have/never found? And decades later will U be so profound?

All bought & paid-for, your SYMPHONY, that SONG U compose, a living GLINT your eyes exude until...

All bought, SOLD or paid for in the specter of a life-times EYE, beyond the cold rock of the Moon, the galaxy above, a record, a witness, a panorama, indomitable! That mortal glint in your eye.

c.davedelacroix, dec. 2024

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "Our Voice."

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Our Voice."

How hard to say, FLY!!!  DENIAL (river in Egypt), a foreskin saved is a foreskin Brave? SIZZLE! Oh-ho!  TIME'S: always! It might rain. TRUMP-card-shadows permeate, VICTIMS? - abound! Whilst Human Beings at the "Lost & and found", any entry Western border U care to name: BACON & EGGS, Rice & BEANS? And an Ever-changing WORLD-demographic that SEETHS, like reptiles, a SLITHER/BANQUET later, to open its own Comedy Store; Auschwitz, Bergen-Belsen to nestle as THUNDER rolls around a Throne and WE SHEEP who lived & loved pretending it was not there, an abstract-shadow EXODUS: our VOICE! And now to never Sing again, so much, without a care? Asher? Lend me your sword! David? SHADDUP! Go write a Book. Diana? A kiss in my mind from U is all I need.

c, dave delacroix. our man wherever, 2024

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley Esq.: "Night of the Cougar!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize: Dave Delacroix: "Night of the Cougar."

The NIGHT of the Cougars, not a Gigolo in sight just an incessant PURR - be prepared! -to freak out or conquered, a boy Scout?  NO full moon, no Moon at ALL just a schmoozing constant drawl to piss off the Apostles whom we - mostly - believe and, maybe some Gospel experience might keep a novice safe?

The Night of the Cougars, prodding their butts & cheeks. From the "last valley" who WILL dance U to your demise, wriggle into a Leopard Skin, flash eyes, Credit Cards, or just plain "joi de vie" (Whisky) to LAMIA un-coil before your eyes? Hard to say. A Cobra. Or an Ace of Spades?

The Night of the Cougars, splayed, upon a branch on a forgotten tree; her yesterday's wardrobe, scattered, cosmetics, perfumes, lingerie, a discarded record collection and a menstruation that recently "Arrivederci", NO WORSE than APOLLO, sans "Dick"? Every dog, has they say, has its whoosits? DO Vampires carry Health Insurance?

The Night of the Cougar. The thankless Urban Jungle. The love-less eternity. The Lamb. A Tiger. As IF when GOD says  after marriage, children, divorce: "I have no further use for thee!" Did Man TOO, make Me!? Tweedle-E-Dum. (Call the Lawyers?)

The Night of the Cougar. Darkest. Sublime. What simmers in her supremacy? A Medusa? Or enlightened, a frenzy of VISION? -as eyes shimmer like a Winters moon, a cold kiss to an almost long-forgotten BLISS that sustains a Cougar's tempered growl; a final PURR or does she BITE: Good night! Another Trophy on a someone's callous wall...(?)

c. dave delacroix. Nov 2024. (thanksgiving)

OUR DUDE in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "The only Woman I ever loved."

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix: "The only Woman I ever loved."

(dedicato Marc Pierson)

The Only Woman I ever loved.

...the ONLY WOMAN I ever loved, in Paris, ROME or at High School, ravishing, debonair, beyond compare? She HAD a million dollars, a 300 ft. Yacht (Knew David Geffen!), and a pink Giraffe!

...the ONLY WOMAN I ever loved she MURDERED (film-noir) my heart-HER competitor with a Chainsaw & a load of Pills. They made a Movie about it, but she/WE got off Scot free (I was not a suspect) & went to live in Normandy, ate fresh oysters?

...the ONLY WOMAN I ever loved (SO hard to be a SEX-symbol) died in a head-on Car-collision. the OTHER driver was caught on fuzzy roadside-Foto CCTV. He got away. The Postman never masturbates twice.

...the ONLY WOMAN I loved lies in the cusp of Tomorrow, a Lamia, perhaps, for U too designating, Destiny, an origami upon a brow or a smile upon a face? "FLY Fleance FLY!" The "Scottish Play" outlives Eternity!

c.davedelacroix. 2024. corozal, belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix (Song:) "If I had U?"

Our Man in Europe/Belize: Dave Delacroix (Song:) "If I had U?"

(dedicato: Countess Elizabeth Grant.)

SONG: "If I had U?"

 ...I would quit robbing Banks, doing Blackmail, outright MURDER, all these things I'd DO? I'd try to be a FILM NOIR good guy if I had U?

I would wear a Pink Tut-Tu, never ever borrow money, I'd strut down Main Street.  I'd do a bunch of things and THEN SOME, pay OFF all my I.O.U's  if I had U?

(Double Vocal:) I would WALK a mile, completely stark naked, on 5th Avenue!!!!...

(Double Vocal:) I'd blame it on the Drink, or whatever I could think, and ARRESTED, never mention your name?... (SUZIE, right?)

I would be ever faithful, destroy all my fake Passports. I'd swear on a STACK of whoosits...if I had U! And WHISKY only Wednesday, I'd go to Church on Sundays if I had U!

TRA-La_la_la, LA-LA ad infinitum.

c.davedelacroix/our man europe/belize/nov, 2024, recovering from Throat cancer.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix a.k.a. David Michael Oxley (on F-book): "Chocolate Biscuits!"

 Our Man In Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "Chocolate Biscuits."

ARE THERE ANY Chocolate Biscuits left in Heaven? If so, is there a queue? My GAL would want DARK chocolate; some folks R just happy to get a shot of Whisky and those with HALF a brain just peace of mind? And the "Wallflowers" demand a Mirror, some fancy-boys too: spangles & sparklers DO for KIDS-gone too soon alas. Whilst tranquility for the Aged or Wise, active Zealots never get up there! Funny, that. They just run around in circles outside of the Pearly Gates. The great MASS just wander passed, staring, equally non-cognoscente of the heaven before their eyes. ARE THERE ANY Chocolate Biscuits left in Heaven? I hear Da-Vinci, Hafiz, Shakespeare, Dante, Beethoven, Confucius had   voracious appetites?

c.dave delacroix, corozal-belize, hurricane sara, nov. 2024.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley (on Facebook of course): "Signs & Wonders."

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley (on Facebook of course): "Signs & Wonders/Emperor of the Night."

Signs & wonders this side of Paradise, within your eye that beckons me?

Signs & wonders skim across the HOCKNEY swimming pool that reverse-shadows its own waking dream?

Signs & wonders and cold spray of a fleeting Sirocco, traversed from Morocco to OUR tropical dawn?

Signs & wonders, your breakfast smile, mystery. Who do U love?

Signs & wonders, kisses beguile our eternity like flightless birds commanded by a divinity, the Emperor of our Night.

c.davedelacroix. Corozal-Belize, Nov. 2024.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley (Same guy): "For the Price of Pussy!"

Our Man in Europe/Belize: Dave Delacroix: "For the Price of Pussy. 

For the PRICE of PUSSY Greek Tribes launched a 1,000 ships? A Golden Fleece, a prize, a revenge, a seizure for a pitiful Blonde? MEN DIED for greater, possibly lesser reasons but Ship Building commerce has never seen such a frantic Age? Internet PORN retains its value long side Bullion Gold. Ask any Banker. Nothing changes/Man's shadowy brows.

For the price of BEAVER, not since the AMERICA'S holocaust; Carrib, North-West, Tex-Mex, tribes felled like human-forests, riddled with disease or subservient SLAVERY way before BLM or some song bout da Wind? The Limey's (English) bin singing that one since the ROMAN invasion of England?

For the PRICE of your SENSIBILITIES (should U own the latest Tech-Comm.-gizmo), "triggered" by a draft in your latest headspace? Go think of those poor devils, ROWING on a Greek or Roman TRIREME (big boat) a-slaved to an endless journey across terrible, troubled waters? Cruise Ship, Ship-board jokes badda-bing but never getting laid?

For WANT of a HEADSTONE, a memorial, a Pharoah ENSLAVED 1,000's to work-live-die building a PYRAMID, more a concrete conception than the mother KIT-E-KAT from which he was spawned. And the least fluid in essence than most historic monuments; yet ironically, like vulcanized-Pompeii bread DEATH, the Past, has no taste except for THOSE who would wish to repeat Man's folly. Pussy-incentives, cakes & ale.

c.2024. davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix a.k.a. David Michael Oxley (F-book): SONG, based on 1933 tune, "In my Little Red Book.": "In my little Kibbutz."

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix (awfully famous!): (Song:) "In my little Kibbutz."

In my little Kibbutz

where I found U?

In my little Kibbutz

my only True?

In the days that we dance

I dance with U;

In my little Kibbutz

my One & only true-Blue..

A WORLD in strife

a future, love or a knife,

a kiss or farewell

tomorrow brings;

Heaven or Hell?

In my One sacred World

just loving U?

In my little Kibbutz

Our love is True.

In my little Kibbutz

I belong to U.

c.davedelacroix, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (On Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "IS your Blue my Blue?"

 Our Buddy in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: Is ya Blue Mah Blue?"

Is your Blue my Blue, is your Blue my Gig, the one that dances madly, CRAZY, killer-twist, does it fandango, will it waltz into our eternity, GONE!?

Is your Blue OUR Blue or fade into "Film-Noir" murder, blackmail, betrayal, that cinematic song? Will it mambo, will it tango into our eternity: GONE!?

Is ya bluest-azure memory, only mine, or yours, shared upon a beach; the gentle waves ripple over our entwined bodies, usurping all conception, no yesterday, tonight or the dawn?

c. dave delacroix. nov 2024.corozal-belize. chateaux pelican

OUR MAN in EUROPE, now BELIZE: dave delacroix, a.k.a. david michhael oxley: "Romulus & Remus."

Our Man/dude in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Romulus & Remus." 

dedelcato, sergei, r.i.p.

ROMULUS & REMUS

Romulus & Remus, founders of ROME; couple O Punks outta (?), ANNEAS, Trojan refugee never officially claimed paternity (Twins?); why would he? And heavenly signs? Tough BIRDS flapped ...in silencio...out of reverence, the LORDS of Island-Helene coughed, Virgins, as Virgins DO...frantic-masturbators are STILL being UN-earthed to give testament by Grave-robbers with College Degrees/motto: "Relax: Your trinkets R safe we US!"...their only purloined-mortal fame? But BACK to our Future! And WHO/where is CALIOPE (lend me your horn?), who sings of the SHE-WOLF, that eternal BITCH who succored 2,000 years of torture, slavery, continental holocaust, SPAS, Taxes & Civic Prudence? REMY & REMUS: No vaudeville act EVER had such historical ECHO or consequence...outside of ANY Man's 11t hour: The Emperor Marcus Aurelius dealing with those pesky Germanics, now todays Semantic Tribes in the Middle East, bereft of a Pied Piper to evacuate all their Children, away, to learn together to join & live in Peace? Bring me your horn Caliope, ARTORIUS (John Heath-Stubbs)? Lend me your Ear, (Shakes-dude), Romulus & Remus, the PLAY's the thing; a repeat of all known everything. Lions & Reptiles do battle.

c.davedelacroix/david mich oxley, poet-dude. chillin in Belize. oct. 2024.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, now BELIZE: Dave Delacroix a.k.a: David Michael Oxley (on Facebook too): "The WHISTLER in the WIND!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize: Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley: "The Whistler in the Wind."

(dedicato: Ladies of Corozal-Belize, Elizabeth & Evonne.)

The Whistler in the Wind.

MAH SUSHI (in Los Angeles) sent an E.T.A. (pre-fresh/still getting murdered) Never showed up? My Chateaubriand texted me from the restaurant-kitchen FLOOR: "How'd U want ME done? Pulverized or bleeding?" And the LIMO I ordered, impounded by non-SMOKING "body-Nazis" WOKES! (Tricky Society 2024.) AND...of an evening...there's always a FRAIL, deadlier than the Male - methinks? - at the end of every Song: "Shaddup & die Young!" or "Drink UP & BE Somebody!" all wrapped in a KISS ...for your loneliest memory...the Whistler in the wind.

MAH CONCERTINA (in Belize) at Corozal's NATURAL MYSTIC: "Le Cafe", NO microphone/no MESSAGE just a TICKY-TACKY WHA!? And U find me past "sell-date" still on the shelf, same wrecks as we ever Woz STRUMMIN our hour upon Life's commode; different costume, different HAT, mostly foot-dangling, kicking, weekdays, Sundays, always breezy, always perplexed, always WITH a question; Oh-Lordy! And ALWAYS a "frail", deadlier than the Male, leading me On, toward? Easily led? Dick-before-Brain? All joyfully parceled and sealed with a KISS... for your loneliest "Deja-vu"... the Whistler roving in da wind.

c. dave delacroix, Oct. 2024.....My best RAYMOND CHANDLER-Speak Girls!

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE: dave delacroix, a.k.a david michael Oxley: "The Boys by the Lake."

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE: dave delacroix: "The Boys by the Lake."

...The Boys by the Lake didn't give much of a hoot. JESUS!? A GIG is a Gig? Prophet numero 20/Life after Death? Gotta ring to it! Pool Guys, Fuller Brush Salesmen? Tele-sales? SPAM!? Always some clown knocking on your spiritual door? Mathew, Mark, Luke or John? Where DO they get these names? WORLD PEACE: The Hatfield's & the McCoys? Never in a month of Sundays! PETER (apparently) had a REAL job. Caught/sold fish. The rest of Em, hanging by the lake, Galilee, STONED, scrouging off the Villages, looking like dirt: who would-a guessed their claim to fame, right time, right place? (The BEATLES!) Nobody played electric guitar but there U have it: if your daughter had brought one home U'd-a gladly passed him on to the ROMANS, lion-fodder for THEIR theatrical games which, oddly is what mostly happened to these misfits. Funny how that worked out. The BOYS by the LAKE's sponging-lifestyle now embossed in the annals of history, the minds of a zillion believers, a chapter in the story of Homo-Sapien, a nano-universe encoring, awaiting the spiritual conveyance of the NEXT bunch, a wilder bunch (?), some crew by a lake, to cork-screw into sundry base, the be-deviled, determined, in the pursuit of the ownership & control of his fellow man's Soul? Cry, WAIL U chanting fools. Mother Nature's Love & kindness vanquishes All. Begone U Fishers of Men!

c. davedelacroix/david michael oxley ON FACEBOOK too. Oct. 2024.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: UP-coming POSTS!

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, UP-coming Posts!

1: "The League of POOL GUYS!"

2: "My favorite KIBUTZ!"

3: "My DIVA is Quick!"

4: "My GUINNESS is sweating!"

....watch this space.

davedelacroix, dealing with Throat Cancer-thingy. Will post-soonest. INTERNATIONAL HUGS; Y-all can FIND ME on my current Facebook Page: DAVID MICHAEL OXLEY for UP-dates on my PULSE!

OUR MAN in EUROPE, now BELIZE, dave delacroix: "A Braid in Plaid."

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "A Braid in Plaid."

ARI'S always right when she quakes & googles, nobody's right,

she struts & frets delivering "plat du jour" SWANKS-hips!; 

gives U lip-service; better be kind?

ARIADNE too, RIGHT! Serving U TEA, lunch, diner,

a limousine? She UN-weaves-lets down from her tower, HAIR;, 

a braid in plaid expecting U to climb?

A KAREN in aspic: dat "jelly", tits-twibblin-tits, mouth, MOUTH

for-swear from she comes? (Horatio dances across a Ballet-stage?)

"My lawn is dead!" she screams. "Gotta BE somebody's fault!?"

c. aug. 2024, dave delacroix, corozal, belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, now BELIZE, DAVE DELACROIX/david michael oxley: "A Guitar for a Year."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "A Guitar for a Year."

A KADISH for my Kibbutz, a prayer for U, that HOUSE of Soul, carried in trust,

God's gift from birth to Life's resound, that wheels thru Peace, War, Love, despair,

 life-long defiant in its fragility?

A Kadish for my Kibbutz, that Temple to your Soul, a Wailing-wall, a WELL of Souls

for ALL God's Children?

WHO tempers recognition with worldly desires, WHAT the Man, the DEVIL,

to dictate divinities synchronicity!?

A Kadish for my Kibbutz, now remembered, waxing in Eyes-fondness

passed clash-swords, spear, Glory or Shame: A Guitar in a Year

left fretting, SWEATING upon the stage of eternities' Yesteryear...

 

c. Davedelacroix, Aug. 2024; Old throat Cancer-NEW Painkillers. Yo!

OUR MAN in EUROPE, Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "SUICIDE!"

 Our Man in Europe (famous=dude), dave delacroix/david michael oxley: "SUICIDE!"

Dropping DEAD, outright-SHOT/car-wreck in Bakersfield, CA., SHARK-ATTACK, FLA, MUSLIM-TERRORISTS at the Shoeshine, Paris-France? The dripping FAWCETT of Throat Cancer? U ever LOOK at an IMAN'S shoes or ask your landlord if he masturbates?

WHISKY libations, PRAYERS to INVISIBLE GODS whose LEGENDS, portrayed in Books, SCRIPTURES, hieroglyphics, MAYAN Jigsaws? 

ABOVE ALL, that GLINT, that OPTIC, that spark-EYED to fall in love, or dig deep into Man's survival DANCE, later to "morph": 

"I wondered/Wandered as a CLOUD, BELOW!!!.....a ship of Fools."

...my Suicide or demise was always a-waiting.

c. dave delacroix. 8/10/2024

OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, dave Delacroix/david-michael-Oxley: "Sweet Lorraine."

 OUR MAN in EUROPE/in Belize, Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley: "Sweet Lorraine."

COMPRESSED, discomfort, UN-channeled, SIN, a FEAR that riddles - Politic? - VOICES!/Chorus, most voices- CHORUS, a hollow cheer; most voices in the battles-rear, I write my love, sweet Lorraine?

USURPED, kidnapped, RUSSIAN-ROULETTE or Harpooned, the Ace of Spades, life-MADE: Nevsky-Prospect, St. Petersburg-sleigh, jingles my love, sweet Lorraine? Pushkin's fate?

DO I DARE break the CURSE of HISTORY/Love's eternal VERSE or trouble future Romeos? In dark/light, fear/flight who BREAKS, sweet Lorraine, God's mold of Man's formidable destiny?

c.davedelacroix. Aug2, 2024.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIXE, dave delacroix: "GRECO-HIROSHIMA."

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix: "Greco-Hiroshima."

(dedicato. Brain Pavlik. Long time Amigo.)

"OH the HORROR, the FASCINATION!?" with our arms & legs, the visible skeleton, your intimate X-ray (B-ZZZZ!), info-consumed, EX-hummed in the latest Archeological DIG!?

A necklace, bracelet, cooking-pot, the ancient HOOD in wind-swept RUIN? Not a glimpse, less U invent it, of JOY de VIE, that last kiss before "Mano e ManO", bloodied, slain at your door?

Olianis, his blood spattered on the Ceramics. Kesha. Burnt alive. Her bones in the oven! Lycia-ravaged, aftermath, the VOLCANO eruption to seal the crime

then usurped by ALIENS who dissect the SANCTITY of our ending and enjoy, day's ending, at a nearby trattoria con Vino?

EONS fast forward. The Auschwitz Beer Resort. Hiroshima-Ground Zero Hotel. No volcanic gas to asphyxiate, but there will always be the "SEA PEOPLES", ...as WE, distracted, paint our own houses, temples, with visions of joy, the rictus-grin of greed-without!

c.2024. daveedelacroixdavid michael oxley, belize, consumate-groovey feeling. Herculaneum/Pompeii/Alexandria/all MINOAN, thera.

Our Man in whoosits, dave delacroix, last seen in Belize., 2024 Belize: BUY ME A GUN!

Cancer-dude. OUR MAN IN EUROPE/BELIZE,  dave delacroix, BUY ME A GUN!

Buy me a Gun my Babee whispered, dewy eyes, 6 months, cancer-hugging, horror, but no-reprise. Buy me a GUN. Picky on that noun, English-by, Tenneses Belle, a daughter of ROBERT E. LEE, some aristo, the SOUTH, Cancer-bound. ON-COLOGISTS, never outta work. Buy me a Gun TOO, every 2nd day? ^* or 5 years old, That Caner-Gig don't GIG FACEBOOK; KIDS-welcome! By me a Gun. Show me where to point it.

.c.davedelacroix. our man in europe/belize, 2024

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: SONG of SOLOMON & SALADIN.

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: Song of Solomon & Saladin.

...WOE TO THE VANQUISHED who will find NO Peace, to the SUB-cerebral, the wall-bangers, the fanatics, the insistent, the doctrine- raging for whom PEACE is not their objective? The Balled-cut indoctrinated, the MOM & POPS bereft, the collective ASS-HOLE pointing West, the racist diatribe that usurps all fresh thought, a testament of Religio-Chauvinism, WOMEN, children-un-worthy or alternative Thought?

WOE TO THE VANQUISHED, Soccer-Hooliganism Politics prevail now HERALDED by the HERALD, the MESSENGER, the MEDIA, far from the wisdom of SOLOMON, or far from the wisdom of Muslim SALADIN who shared the keys to a Christ's Sepulcher....for All?...Education. Health Care. For PEOPLE? Everything else is Cheap Whisky. Let them enjoy Life & live in Peace.

WOE TO THE VANQUISHED!!! SOLOMAN & SALADIN RULE: U spot GREED? Kick Em into the dirt!!!! WOE, if U fail.

c.davedelacroix. 2024,  Corozal, Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Who GODS the GODS!?"

 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Who GODS da GODZ!?"

...THE VAMPIRE AT YOUR THROAT that never let's go suckles your final "Mon-bots", swallows, deep-throats... that concept of twilight, night and day, then acrobats your tomorrows, boo-ga-loo like it has no WHA!? ...a flood of memories, shadowing past good deeds until they SWELL into the Borscht of a life-long Revolution. People died. Maybe. Nobody, no-longer hugs. Anti-SMOKING FASCISTS roam the streets, cafes, restaurants, poolrooms like NAZIS with impunity!

THE VAMPIRE KISS, succulating your naked, vulnerable -blood-pulses into a Strangers World-Kharma to be lost in translation, in TRANSLATION ever-more.  HISTORY? Yours? Mine? The KIDS on the Street? .....History's Umbilical screaming within its ecstasy, a universal hunger, the PILL for the rabid-divine, licking-chops, one last candle: "WHO Gods the Gods!? And THE VAMPIRE...at your throat. Where else? Simulation, lip-smacking, pretending to KISS? WHO PAYS his/her $$$ BILS and in the clear light of dawn, a "GO-FUND-ME" for a coffin; Allah, Jesu, Budda and their crews... Coin to count.

NIGHT FALLS like a CHARCOAL. Mahler music or that frick from SWEDEN, outlived the lot, slow, lumber some, a soundtracks blood-oozing from yesteryear veins, yesterday's wounds, WOLFSBANE fragments now on display in an OSLO or STOCKHOLM Museum. Debelius? Delirious-Dobee-DO! You can pay an admission fee. There's a Snack BAR too where once love, hate, violence, love & peace once prevailed; catch an Eddie-MUNCH painting on...ON your way out.

c.2024. belize. dave delacroix, 33 chemoes. still yakkin.

Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: WHISKY!!!

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "WHISKY!"

My memory-kid-City GONE!!! Old friends, loves, history, some died, some died INSIDE, or refugees, still-life shells, Lamia-shed skins of their promise; great BOO-GA-LOO, but WHISKY don't change?

My DREAMS, PHEW!? Not even a breeze ALLOHA! Still the wild wind blows and that KISS-memory, success/failure rattles day/nights cage but WHISKY, on STAGE? U got it!? A lipstick KISS to brand U into Hamlet's Elsinore.

c.june,2024, davedelacroix,corozal, belize.

OUR MAN in Europe/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/a.k.a David Michael Oxley: "The marrow in your bones."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The marrow in your Bones."

It's always TOUGH when your DICK falls off & rudderless, back-up WIT fails U at the FARM-Auction Disco or what pitiful marketplace U frequent? It's always tough.

It's always a RUIN, travelling when U R NOT a "Traveller" UN-knowing just HOW to Hitch-hike, crash Pads-Kharma, steal lose change off the Dresser, bang up your Hosts willing daughter? There's always something?

It's always TOUGH when U DENY a FELLOW STRANGER hospitality, kick-Em off the couch, deny a cold night's needful comfort. It's WRETCHED when U can't explain? It beggars' belief!?

It's always TOUGH when U find (your) THAT gig, hanging ON by your fingertips to CONFESS U R still hanging on at the EDGE of Lifes CLIFF, a song of your Yesteryears, the marrow in your bones? 

It's always WICKED when U achieve a KIND of goal, yet no crowd roared, no-one, not even YOU noticed. Tickets SOLD folks, the madding crowd dispersed, a TROPHY looking for forgiveness? Just YOU come out, fists-akimbo, frosted in the Tropics!!!

C. Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley, Corozal-Belize, june 2024.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, "Panama (hat) in Bed.", dave delacroix/david michael oxley.

 OUR MAN in Europe/BELIZE, dave...the dude abides w/throat cancer.

S-Always TOUGH when your LEGIONS (Body) desert U yet aging genetics WILL prevail & leastways your LIBIDO prevails, Inter-Net PORN or a tropical Summer's Day will vanquish ALL Barbarian thoughts, dreams or rupture? Ask any TRUMP or sinking ship?

WHO, if U cried out would save U with bad credit, NO friends or a withering Blackmail Scheme, the ONE U got against GOD, speaking of which, have U RE-charged that particular battery: done something GOOD lately?

It's never too late to quit masturbating.

c.dave delacroix. Rotting with Throat Cancer, smoking, drinkin VINO; death, dominion, and git sum!! No worries. WISDOM circles our Kharma.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix/a.k.a David Michael Oxley: "LADY from Cadiz."

 OUR MAN.....Dave, as usual"" "The Lady from Cadiz."

My GAL from CADIZ, cross-bordered Gibraltar and SERVED Paella. Fandango, GAETO, spun me my WALLET till, whatever was left?

 I didn't care. MY GAL AMORATI, nuzzled my NOSE in her breasts, SWORE eternal CANZONE and AFTER Sex I believed all the rest! 

MY GAL, Grande-Amore, we forgot her ROOTS where the GYPSY culture couldn't REACH, but Cultural-GYPSY MAFIOSA killed her at me feet?

My GAL from CADIZ, her SONG is not ALONE. SOUTH of the White Cliffs of DOVER Me-Boys, better leave this ROMANCE alone!

c.june, 2024. Belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize/still gotta Pulse: 2024: The Last Crusader.

 OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/Davd Michael Oxley...aged 68: The Last Crusader

BUGS GOTTA CLUE when U R fading, ask any Black Widow with a BUICK-6 or on highway 666 South of Durango, Colo, lookin DEEP into New Mexico, misty-morning, GEO-monuments rising like CITADELS, illusive, a Conquistadors El Dorado, headin' South 50-1000 miles to go like a Lover's HEART, un-requited, far from the Plaza with LOTUS, food, wine, an elixir of Coffee beans, a Tamale, GUITAR! Or all the things a CONQUISTADOR seeks? Poor Man. Poor ARMOR. Poor BIBLE that's pages ROT in the humidity, eating flesh a'la "creepy-crawlies" as we REJOIN in culture-tunes, "Stairway to Heaven (LED ZEP), Blowin in the Wind (Bob D.), I wanna hold yr hand (Beatles), or CRUSADER -Biblical Psalms, songs of DESPERATIONN? God knows even in Mexico? Bloody MUSLIMS!?....YAAAA! BUGS gotta Clue. In Shah Allah!!!....The Last Crusader!

c. dave I wrote this. Here's my FINGER!!!!

Our Man in Belize, dave Delacroix: "WIRCHA-WAY WIND!"

 I saw U go

U left me a note

on the witcha-way wind

U promised our love would never end

on the witcha-way wind

U healed my wounds, U made me whole, U kissed my soul

On the witcha-way-wind.

U saw me rise, u saw me fail

U saw a LIFE, but not to share

U grew & grew in my mind's eye

on the witcha-wind where love can die.

and Holy Man or wise man sing

love's-like upon the wing

O poorly love, or man & wife

on witcha-wing flight

to do or die.

c.2024. dave delacroix, Yo!

OUR Dude in Belize, dave delacroix: "TOBACCO!"

 

Our Dude in Belize, aged 68, dave Delacroix: "Tobacco!"

TOBACCO on the bedsheets, Vino-stains, once in a while a sliver of a lipstick-mascara kiss, a pout, a distinction or a get-out TAXI to take U out of here without your suitcase to Montmartre's steps?

WHO cries for Lover's-bereft, that fragile heart SCREAMING?

TOBACCO on the bedsheets, Vino-whatever stains-whatever! Souvenirs, the sweat, death's caresses of all our yesterdays...We draw mind's Helicopter shadows whilst smoking, gazing at the ceiling fan... DANCING long after we R gone?

Our man in BELIZE, dave delacroix, loves labor lost,2024, June in bloom. Yo!

OUR MAN in Europe, dave Delacroix...in EUROPE now in BELIZE: "Coconut Psalm." No.1

 Our  MAN...  Coconut Psalm. No. !.

...Now when I was dust-stepping down furrowed jungle roads under whispering Palms, sonorous Pines, cluttered with Iguanas hunting chattering, exotic birds above beady-lurking crocodiles, a Piranha or 2? ALAS! I wasn't in Paris, Rome or London!

Now when I decided to cast a Line? But then the reference is CLEAR.?  What Poet can cast the first stone or illusify the enigma of the Human Condition? How much will any Mn pay for A/C before he resolves to just SWEAT & die albeit miserably?

now when I had a few BUCKS, a buck myself, whose FORTUNE would decide the Fate of Friends, friends of Friends, loved or with hate would pot puree and amalgam sow to twist, turn or ferment the WORLD and how we made, perhaps, and let it so?

c.2024. Davedelacroix, belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now in BELIZE: (Song!): "U cannot drink the Wine Cellar dry!"

 

Our Man in Europe/ now n BELIZE: (Song!): "U cannot drink my Wine Cellar dry!."

U cannot drink my wine cellar dry "apres morte"? But Friends will endeavor to persevere?

AVE DAVE! Ave Mortality! AVE that last bowl of SOUP on a Winter's Day or the KICK-INSIDE

of Friendships/LOVES, a Springtime betrayal haunting the life-spine of your boog-a-loo?

WHO sucks your VENOM? Stored where? Who RE-christens your perfect psalm, makes it less holy, presented, to critics, sycophants, fools?

Who caps your bitterness, wisdom, yesterday's love or smile?

U cannot drink our wine cellar dry, "apres morte" nor augment celestial spheres! Mortal coils & Dusty Death's skeletal grin into your Vintage, success, failure, rich or poor, "apres-morte" vino to share?

U cannot drink my wine cellar dry: AVE YOU! Do your best. Anacreon (Greek Songster) in heaven & I will salute U!

c.davedelacroix. OUR DUDE someplace. may 2024. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE, now COROZAL-BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley, aged 68 w/throat Cancer): THE DEAD of FACEBOOK!

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: THE DEAD of FACEBOOK.

The Fb. FACEBOOK (500 zillion people/ lots ARE now DEAD) the multitudes, a testament of Internet TIME? Fotos, AWESOMES, sunsets, dawns-breakin with ANTS-nano-attention-span resolve (Dear Diary, weather was nice?) Portraits of houseplants, Cats, Dogs, Iguanas; latest recipe, Bar-drunks, sober, old Pals, fucks U'll never meet again, TUXEDO, non-sartorial in sickness & IN-health, Politico-Social-NON-smoking-WOKE-Masturbation thoughts? -that 15 second fame to elicit: "Dat's awesome!!!", "Can we MEET in person/fuck?", "WISH-whatever!?"responses?

The DEAD of FACEBOIK. Seriously NOT On-line, dead-as meat, MOULDING or ASHES? No Black armband. MILLIONS R ALREADY DEAD!!! DEM DAT'S NOT!? IMOJI-Central. Sucking at your NECK or noting...like FACEBOOK...your logistics & tomorrow's Blackmail. A new NIGHT? Do we laugh, our folly; the night is long that never finds the Day. But DO CLICK AWAY! The DEAD (R.I.P.)  of FACEBOOK...now so far away and their "sea of troubles" splash like summers rain on your beloved's morning face?...If she AIN'T guilty of something?

And just WHO (Poet RILKE) if I cried out would HEAR ME!? The Dead of Facebook. Whispering their IMOJIS, "Awesomes", "Hugs!" or "Caring" from ALL Mortal's tomorrow's bourn? WE could YAK all night. But with the DEAD, the NOW "passed-on" of Facebook, conversation, like Fotos of your CAT, immemorable. NO collective WOUNDING! We DANCE in different DISCOS, a Guitar Bluesman & a Techno Keyboarder trying to reconcile their Beethoven collective? Poor old LUDWIG. Cheap-ASS APPS abound; Cocoa-Cola diluted. Water more expensive than a single Malt and a brave new world!

OK!!! Who's got the bloody BEER!!!?

davedelacroix, corozal, belize, CINCO da Mayo: May, 2024. (publish & be damned!)

OUR MAN IN Europe, USA, Belize: "The Early Years" No. 1: ANACREON/Open Casket.

 

OUR MAN in Europe/USA/BELIZE: "The Early Years" No.1: ANACREON/Open Casket!

...I had an open casket, a secret request...so I could see the fuckers who HELD a mirror to my mouth (I'm CORPUS/I wasn't breathing?) no sign of LIFE or JIMBO who stabbed me in my left EYE - I did not flinch! - and the GALS (expectant of my Last Will/Testament $$$?) smeared-lipstick, CURSED ME, stuck a KNITTING NEEDLE in my groin/testicles/missed my good-left NUT and one/TWO left a pitiful POEM: "U left, OFT, like a Dude-star?

JIMMY showed up and spilled his JACK DANIELS all over the Floral tribute of Tulips, coffin, my TUX; some KID - I didn't know? - he was a FAG, tried masturbating ON my Corpse? Pete & Steve dragged his Ass outta the Chapel. I guess it was kind'a weird, but dead & gone, a Bob Dylan song echo? The answer is blowing.

My DEATH? I had an OPEN CASKET, mellow ORGAN chapel music, the LAST atmosphere this Ol Boy had ever wanted or experienced but, S'what folks' thought were apropos? Eventually? My ASHES in a MASON JAR. No worries.  Muscle-fillet, head-strong, psychotic to ASHES; to ANACREON, Greek Poet, we raise our glass to THEE, TIME-consumed, now has EATEN ME; devoured to eternity! Relax. Mortal END-game1

I had an open casket. ANACREON-remembered! But who'll remember U or Me, the Pussy U stroked or how U liked your carrots & peas?

c.davedelacroix/David michael oxley, Jan. 2024. Corozal-Belize.