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!)