Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacrix: " HITLER'S BUNKER!"

our dude in europe/now belizze, dave delacroix, "Hitler's Bunker."

(dedicat: 55 MILLION Souls/loved ones who perished/we DO NOT FORGET!!!)

 HITLER'S BUNKER, the fearless RUSSKIES at OUR door. Probably it would have bothered You too? . Stiff-Prussian guts, (In the Bunker we had Schapp's on tap.).

Medal'd/ we NAZIS, good idea at the time/ came along for disgraced WW-1- German pride? - clicking heels, yet now, but soonest -  "Alles VERBOTEN! /frickin NO SMOKING!!" (Always keep an eye! Never trust a man who doesn't DRINK.. & keep one eye on the non-smokers!)

 Yet NOW (wearing my Iron Cross in Hitlr's bunker) where is Claudia, Heidi, the children on my Bavarian farm? We WHIT, whining about our injuries/casualties but never speak of our harm?

 The Blitz over England, the destruction of Rotterdam, Stalingrad-A RUIN, Jew, Gypsies the "office-HEP-CATS" (USA-Music), as our MANICAL SERVANTS, recently promoted "Brown Shirt: Berlins KU-DAM? -Who finally, cannibalistic now taking refuge in the U-BHAN like MORLOCKS: HITLER (this AUSTRIAN CORPORAL) now orders its flooding to drown the lot?

HITLER's Bunker. Russian artillery pound overhead. But can WE ever KNOW our regimes VICTIMS dread? A firing squad, A Concentration camp. A Gas shower, no washing/cleaning. Nothing but GOD, Some kind of faith/ singing as many NAZIS victims sang, "The Marseillaise! "save our souls? But WE do not forget!?

No doubt in th Hitler's Bunker NO be-Medaled Nazis Officer had THIS in mind in the final hour of the Third Reich? Hitler shot himself and everyone immediately whipped out their cigarettes & started chain smoking !

(Better they had shot themselves!!!)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix,

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: Dave Delacroix: "PISS, Wine & Death!" (McSorley's!)

 PISS! WINE! & DEATH! (McSorley's!)

Piss! Wine! & Death! The happy Sonority! Bitches in SKIRTS to flirt your penis infatuatedly, outside of your mental "College Campus" psyche-macaroni; what "curriculum" explains your student yearning?

 A boy, LATIN-Learnt, Priest hood on horizon, where "GONE yesterday's snows", (Francois Villon) or his Poet-English fellow in England, "Goe & find a falling star? (John Donne) A emotion-mechanics BEFORE Archimedes.... Greek guy who could " fixed your IN-door Plumbing-PLUS create World War 3, toys and all?

-Now lost, dead, genius shrouded in verse? And piss, wine & death not with-standing murder by a Roman soldier in Syracuse-Sicily. The equivalent of murdering Frank Loydd Wright, buying a newspaper on 5th. Ave., NYC., the EAR that Vincent van Gogh lost?

PISS! WINE! & DEATH! Old McSorley's' Pub in Manhattan, N.Y.C. (Astor, NYC subway Sta.) where we HOLLERED, WAILED, sang "Danny-Boy!"

 NO ladies' toilets till 1966, when GOTHAM tried to BE respectable/ had to build a "sit-down"/toilet for the - West Greenwich Village - "local Virgins" (?) The WOKE - Lady - NON-SMOKERS? -Predictable. The WHORES became 'town Criers"/all FUN went South.

But WE old Lads remember it well.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our MAN in EUROPE,/now Belize, Dave Delacroix/just turned 70 years-yound: "Last Train from YUMA! (Texas-Town)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last Train from YUMA!"

...Last train from YUMA, Texas-town, the DEVIL never sleeps awaiting life's-nature-defeat -culled by WAR, suicide or just outright exhaustion, a fate of fates for whom all awaits -begging for a GIG in Heaven, leastways-later a Kaddish?

Last train from YUMA, a Stock Market CRASH, MEN-BANKERS! -threw themselves out of high Rise, New York citadels of fragile wealth? SHAME on SHAME! -and their entitled daughters enrolled in elite finishing schools, the last train from Yuma kissed, reluctantly, then sent them South?

...NODOBY KNOWS just what they "say" -FRIGHT-LAUGHTER-FEAR-a Social "auto de fe"? (buried in Jazz, Swing, decades of Yesterday?), teenage-fashion, JIVE, Dat GROOVE that keeps WE a- searching for some horizon into our fragile future.

Last train from Yuma. No worries. The Conductor gave US ALL a Ticket! "DING-DONG" every railroad station we pass on by? There's a Mail-drop, an E-Mail. Some pathos in our journey "...and/SONG: "City of New Orleans": the grinding of our OWN automotive wheels! -REGISTERES the gristle in our bones

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Aged Mandarin."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The aged Mandarin.".

What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) to entrance a MANDARIN, a man at Court, a power! What tune to enhance a Courtesan (CYMBAL!!!)  she RULES without a tower.

 She bequeaths your goals, might-BE she saves your souls, silken splendor she endures & walks amongst/pays for your Kids to go to university. A MYSTIC prevails! (Don't forget!)

What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) in Shehzan or old Shanghai/got rid of "the gang of 4", and from a swarm of bicycles to a myriad of Hatch-back-polluting FORDS! The Forbidden City in danger of corroding? A CHINA of Tomorrow.

 We ALL got Cellphones, Internet, let the Politicians/Generals figure IT OUT but don't BOMMB-RAID on my House. I live by the "3-god-damnned-DAM!!!" (My family already GOT running water?)

Because my MOM lives there, her UN-married SISTER with a KID, we have a bag of rice & our kitchen is clean, Uncles sometimes - in their best clothes - come visit with rice wine & fruits - and there's a CYMBAL there and sometimes we pray to our Gods!

(CYMBAL! CYMBAL! CYMBAL!)

In this CHANGING WORLD, leave US alone. WotchagonnaDO?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

 Now, as I - a teenager - was sticking out my foreskin/DICK in the wind/lamenting a lost girlfriend - on a high hill away from prying eyes - once happy dancing on the "bough" and if anyone can tell me just what a "bough" IS or means.... this is where I run out of Words. Every Writer (I certainly) looks at their composition, and the composition - MEAN-EYED! -right back at U - just STARES? (Reach for the Whiskey!)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

(dedicato: Diane Striker/longtime resident in Hong Kong.)

It's called "Writers BLANK", a creative torpedo which on contact doesn't EXPLODE. There's no gravestone, no weathered marker, no "Doobie-Doo!" And "JA-Bitch!" An eternal labyrinth. It's universally UN-fair. Self-Pity walks in the door & U piss off your friends by the score. Heartbreak by a pen's comma" is a "Scottish Play" away! Inkwell-spill? Oh boy!!! A heart will tremble. (Maybe take a swipe at Main Street?).

Now, (all grown up) as I was walking, main street, SUITED, bowler hat on my head, swinging my sword albeit a jet-black umbrella, Regents St, -London or Trafalgar Square. A man of Position, vitality & zeal, a world, a MARKET of opportunity; to get a-head what's on offer, what's to STEAL! A mishmash of Deals, "bits & bobs", a house in the country, a Trophy wife? Yet the BLANK PAGE never goes away. That lingering doubt. In life's silence that Edvard Munch painting: SHOUT! So, a Napoleonic "retreat from Moscow" to rescue...of who U once were.

Now, AGED, retired on my estate in Corozal-Belize, as I was a "RAGGAMUFFIN", fell off the Doyly Carte-cake Tray... in some Savoy, Ritz Hotel which my credit card couldn't pay? I semi-implored Monsieur whoopsies to give me (a 'la Oscar Wilde) another day? Leastways I wasn't - Financial frivolities - outside of the slope. but my teenage love, a DICK can droop. A Writers BLANK, like Poe's "Tell-tale-Heart" never actually gets to leave U alone.

Hold that Thought. Just gotta an E-mail from Hong Kong!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "GO TELL the SPARTANS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Go tell the Spartans!"

TRAVELLER WHO PASS on by, our battlefields, our palatial ruins, destroyed ornate baths & gardens or a retreat cottage or barn in which where we thrived/survived, lived & died; a humble wedding and where we prayed to our Gods, a romance where young folks fell in love, where hopeful children danced, where we unfolded life's mysteries, told horror stories 'round a campfire on moonless nights? (Brutal stuff/raise the HAIRS on your Cats back?)

Where we conspired against Tyrants and wondered ALL desires, and friendships bonded or WERE betrayed & Clerks/Monks with pen & paper/frosted mitten hands notated all our past ways? Yet SHIPS  come sailing 'cross the seas, a "Sea-Peoples" to crush all that we Be, a song to be silenced, a poem to be erased, a Tyrants ignorance, an Intelligence-disgraced Yet ELECTRA-in the Morning, a St. Cecilia, or Joan of Arc, lone voices usurped by wolves, throughout the ages we still sing/echo their Song?

Stranger, Traveller, U who pass on by? Go tell the Spartans how we fought, lived & died. A Lyre or an electric guitar accompaniment, whatever your desire. Go tell the Spartans!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "HEY JOLEEN! Under the Midnight Sun."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Hey JOLEEN! -Under the Midnight Sun."

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams, let's drink some Whiskey; where DO all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, get kind'a frisky under the midnight sun.

It's hard to shrink, today they call it "down-sizing"; I too have looked into that hole of a life in which U don't belong and where a man can lose his soul.

It's a "witch-a-way" World, nobody to teach U, U just want/gotta find your own Soul and the "slings & arrows" of outrageous fortune will steer U from your path of gold.

This ain't Natures grande-epiphany, nor no College degree, no parental guidance, no Royal decree just a lonesome Gig, U R on your own-KID! -to your zig-zag path TO your goal.

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams. Let's drink some Whiskey; where do all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, some Winters night, or frisky, we gonna RUMBLE! -under the midnight sun.

Hey Joleen! Joleen! Tonight, we'll have some fun! (Pass dat whiskey Babe/leastways save me some!?)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Oct. 11th/one day into my 70th year.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Loch Lomand!"

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Loch Lomond."

(dedicato: Pete/fellow Music Man in Corozal, now in Japan/2 Yorkshiremen)

"Loch Lomond."

Funny how the COVER (tune) takes the Crown over an original, be it Kate Bush, John Lennon or all the "COVER-orchestras" whose "Conductors" GLORY in the shadow of Beethoven, Bach, Chopin et.al.? 

Funny how that phonic Diamond, that Shakespear in aspic, every writer confesses or pleads "da 5th!" -sounds, & funny how, the kitchen maid becomes her DREAM, a Princess in the wings awaiting to be seen? (Golden slippers from the "Goodwill" store?)

Have U ever had a Dream? Have U ever rose above Life's Scream? Or does it seem like U? What's ONE Scream over another? The World is fractured with Screams? (S-what we do/maybe silently?) Painter Edvard Munch in Orlando-F.L.A.?

Funny how a joke can kill your friend, funny how political SMOKE will blind your Will? Funny how finally you find U lost your way? Thank God, as far as U know the Kids are, O.K.

All those twists & turns to turn U away from your Truth, catapult U from your Youth, so far away, now misted!

Funny how U dance the night away, best breeches! Funny how U jest & speeches. Funny late at night, a VAMPIRE, comes to bite your Conscious-NECK-bleeding!? (Who'da guessed?) A puncture in your wings?

Funny how eternal remorse. Daylight gone, just nights: "Flap-flap-flap" -Bats wings hanging UP-side down! (Flap-flap-flap.) A HAMMER-HORROR (cheap-ass Brit movie w/tits)  at your door.

 Inverted DISCO? And funny, on our death bed, all those Cats who gave a "Damned", we request they - coffin-lowered - they bellow OUT: "Oh Danny-Boy!" ("Mein Gott!!!)

If ya got an extra-Buck hire a Scottish PIPER (Lord knows they need the work?)....(Singing:) 

"If U & mah true love will ever meet again...And U'll take the high road, and I'll hitch-hike on the LOW road N' I'll see ya on the banks of Loch Lomond! For Mio & that GAL will never meet again - SCOTLAND/where else? -on the bonny banks of U know where!!!"

c.2025, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, (Espionage thingy/Sshhhh!): "The POOL GUY!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, (Espionage-thingy/Sshhh!): "The Pool Guy."

(dedicato: John Scace, Malibu Pool Czar, & William Houston & Me/sometime Pool Guys in BEV-HILLS-BEL-AIR)

...."The Pool Guy."

He's never too early, he's never too late, he's da POOL MAN and your SWIMMING POOL can sometimes be your fate, in Los Angeles a hundred kids drowned every year.

A "body" of water, a patch of blue, it might not mean too much to U? . But for the Pool Man!?

With his faithful Assistant, Dave, Bill or Igor (with hump) he'll brighten up your Villa-Patio swim-pool WORLD, with advice/no worries, even run-off with your girl. The one with spots & money?

And he's Judge & Jury on Chlorine & Life. He has also been known to run off with your Wife! -if she has money? Chlorine tablets R getting more expensive so it's ALL ABOUT the lucre.

...COZ he's da POOL MAN, the pool dude. He'll pool-vacuum all your troubles away. YUP! He's the Pool bloke. Your very own Pool fella. Lucky bastard. The Kid who (?) gets away.

But just for the RECORD, and IF U needed a Lawyer in a hurry, he'd stand up for U; a PRIEST-confession (no worries) or that AWOL white-collared prick from St. Cardboard, he'd host the wedding & marry U too? (Rental Vicar rig?)

...COZ he's the Pool Man, Swimming Pool Tsar, the pool guy looking out for U.

(Don't forget to give the guy a TIP (TIP: to inspire premium service), Gasolene prices N'all?

The Rodney King -L.A. - RIOTS, the O.J.Simpson trial, TITO, the first tourist Astronaut, nothing stopped, he cleaned their Pools. Their POOLS were clean.

...He's never too early, he's never too late. He's the POOL MAN. (U can call: 1-800-I'm all fucked up!) Might be your Pool, awaiting, the POOL of your fate.

c.Dave Delacroix. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "The Wild Rover's lament."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wild Rovers' lament."

(dedicato: Johnny Phelan.)

I WANNA COME HOME, I wanna come home, County Clare-Ireland is where I should be. The chickens in the garden, the salmon in the sea, the shotgun-fire, the pheasant for a feast. 

The bagpipes DRONING, the Ceili-hurrah, the gals skip-a-dancing, the Bravoes: Huzzah!"=Accordion-fiddle, a vocal TENOR! I want to come home. I want to come home, that fireside heat.

I want to come HOME, Mama's cooking the Herring, I wanna come home. Has nothing changed and tell me, LET HER KNOW, mistress GERALDINE is she still working on the next farm? Is she still un-attached?  Is she still fair? 

.... I'm wounded, so many soldiers here now dead but I'm coming on home from the American States civil wars. I'm coming back home. Betcha!-Murphy I'm coming on back! 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix. "Paradise is a lonely place."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Paradise is a lonely place."

PARADISE IS A LONELY PLACE; they frown on chain-smoking & it's sometimes hard to get a serious drink. Mondays/Tuesdays the bars R closed: WOTS DAT!!!? (My Sabath hangover) Seems like the Angels R blackmailing each other too 'bout who clipped their own wings against the edicts from above? (Wings?) I didn't know it was the fashion. Lilly-white? Some of EM gone Mohican, some of Em play Harp with a plectrum/standards (in Paradise) R flailing.

Paradise is a bloody lonely place. The FIRST - biblical - LADY EVE, total bitch, immediately set about hanging new curtains, carpets, redecorated the whole god-damned gig. (Dress code?) "WOKE" came down from Heaven! It's pitiful I know. Pussy-Power.  ON & OFF throughout history. Philodorus (Byzantium), Cleopatra (Egypt), Livia (Octavian's Mom), Catherine de Medici, Maggie Thatcher (who cancelled MY free milk for school kids/U.K./1960s), Israeli President,  Netanyahu's WIFE/thinks she's the Queen of Sheba, unlike Queen DIDO -who founded the "A/oo" (Carthaginian) empire!

Paradise is a lonely place. Beaches, palm trees, weather 90-degrees, no real dress code/fashion-sense, populated by bible-reading "rednecks" with the I.Q.s of prairie fenceposts? Maybe all the Cool Cats & rascals "went SOUTH".... As I "I wandered lonely as a cloud" or "I shot an arrow in the air" it fell to ground in HEAVEN, an over-populated retirement home of misfits... Ya don't know the MEANING of heartbreak! ...A word to the cognoscenti: Best not hurry to your grave. A message from one who finds himself already there.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

UNDER DA MOON, Under the Moon, it comes too soon, under the moon. That Cat's "MEOWW"; that Cockerell's dawn, that FRIGHT, stark reality, a mirror of all we fear under the moon. 

A glimpse -a PHANTOM! A "facia-a facia" with the Holy Ghost, under the moon, under the moon.

Under dat whoosits, under a darken sky, under a truth or lie, under U. Under the "WHY?", under the symptoms OF, under your last loves lost, head on a guillotine, it's up to you. 

And the Cat's "MEOWW" resonates in your Night. Bat's wings, invisible yet flapping aeriate your Sins? Cats will whine & bugs will bite, a chorus of that Song of Songs?

Under mah moon, I glow in its silver shadow, no hiding place, just Eden's waste where I reside. And who can bare to be forgotten or remembered as a Negative as Cats "Meoww!" under the moon.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix: "The Storm."

..There's a STORM out there, NOT Handbags at 20 paces. There's a TERROR out there. I've lived long enough to know just where the wind blows. There's a STORM out there. Better lower our sails. Get Mamma & the KIDS, get Em inside. There's a STORM out there. Make hot coffee. Make Soup! And keep our heads down low. 

There's a STORM out there. People of POWER, America-Russia-China, tribe on Tribe, greed on greed. There's a STORM out there where intrinsic-ECCO-CANNIBALS feed. There's a CYCLONE of insanity prevailing. There IS no cure at the expense of the Innocents, people, or their Soldiers, their wives & children who will grieve their tragic end?

There's a STORM out there, for WHAT -whose gain? As History repeats, a monsoon, a seasonal Winter, a terrible rain.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook/EX-Rockstar/ Music on utube:): "The Bridge on the River KWAI."

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Bridge on the river KWAI!" 

(dedicato: Joseph W.)

"The bridge on the River Kwai."

Colonel Hisato: "Col. Nicolson? Build my bridge. I have 3 months otherwise I am Sambuca!"

Col. Nicolson:  "I heartily agree. Sambuca is Greek stuff. Aspirin might work."

Col. H: "Do U think Epsom Salts might work?"

Col. N. "U-betcha. Best consumed with a Bloody Mary."

Col. H: "No Ginger? No Garlic?"

Col. N: "And easy on the Turmeric!"

Col. H: "I've heard that said!"

......There ain't nothing wrong, the yellow river, the scent of the Peoples market in old Shanghai or the diversity of Man's "wonder" under a perfect sky? (Confucius might have said?)

Col. H: "Have U ever wondered 'bout the meaning of Life?"

Col. N: "I'm a Soldier. THAT is forbidden."

Col. H: "Our German-AXIS allies say: Alles Verboten!"

Col. N: "S-why we R kickin their Ass?"

Col. H: "Are U gonna build my Rangoon bridge?"

Col. N. "We Brits take pride in our toil. We'll give it a jolly good show. Cricket old Boy! We R cheap & cheerful.....No worries!"

There ain't NUTTIN wrong, the yellow river, the many scents of the Peoples market in old Shanghai or the diversity of Man's "wonder" under a perfect sky? (Confucius might have said?).

The Bridge on the river Kwai.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Hoop-la!)

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Singapore-Sling."

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Singapore-Sling."

(dedicato: CHAN who now lives in Bologna-Italy.

...She's mah Singapore-Sling, nobody got her thing, my Singapore-Sling, because she's mine? She dances & swings, my Singapore-Sling, she's so fine.

She YAKS to the MOON, chopsticks or a spoon, there IS no respite. Parisian-gals, she OUT TALKS THE LOT! My Singapore-Sling, all mine.

And when she goes away, a gloom sets the stage, a silence, uncannily. But when she comes back-on home, a Chinese New Year, the fireworks begin!

She's my Singapore-Sling, my lonely heart's string, resonates, desire! She's my Singapore-Sling, she walks through the door, a silk kimono for my mind.

She's my Singapore-Sling, nobody got her thing, my Singapore-Sling, because she's mine. She dances & swings, my Singapore-Sling. My Lady mine all mine.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Sweet October.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix; "Some of these Days/in GERMAN: "Au München Tagen!"

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Some of these Days!"

(dedicato: Carol Aniello)

(GER:) "Au Munchen Tagan!" (Some of these Days.)

...Some of these days when the Sun goes down. Some of these days when we're feeling blue. Some of these Days it comes right UP to U? Some of these days belong to U.

Some of these days try and catch a falling Star. Some of these days, try to capture who we R? Some of these Days it comes right UP to U? Some of these Days belong to U.

...Some of these Days U look SO scared!? Look into my eyes and I'll take U anywhere...

Some of these days when U R feeling Blue. Some of these days, it's up to U? Some of these Days we'll know just what to do? Some of these Days belong to Me & YOU!... Some of these Days belong to U!

c2025, OCT. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize (Ultra-Ultra-SPY), Dave Delacroix: "The BOHEMIAN NAZIS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize (an Ultra-Ultra-cultural-SPY?), Dave Delacroix: "The Bohemian Nazis!"

"...I was only following ORDERS, the Adolf Hitler-water-color School of failed Art... when I fell down, nose-first/no mustache on the concrete staircase (Denver-Colorado) and I was always following ORDERS (in Cologne-Germany) when I crashed my Bicycle/Fraulein-on back, can't remember her name?

Oddly no-one-/passerby came to scrape me off the concrete. Minutes went by, drunk as a skunk, neither was I arrested by the POLIZEI? Busy singing patriotic song & munchen-struedel, leastways I'd been sucking down galoshes of "Kolsch"/I didn't look like an Arab terrorist. Just a misfit on 2 wheels?

I was only following ORDERS, over-staying my Visitors Tourist VISA in the U.S.A (by 25 years/a clerical error) I guess the paperwork gone amiss, I was only following ORDERS, a free-born SON of the PLANET EARTH, yet 2025 I now despair of what Freedom has become. (Got denied U.S. entry-eventually.) Wasn't Gay, Jewish, Utterly STUPID, or a Bonafide Refugee? Too well educated for the Immigration-Border "Barney Fifes?

But the SEEDS were there. The gal on my Bicycle fled, perhaps in crash-wounded? (I didn't even get laid!) And no-one stopped to pick me up... 

HUZZAH!!! New RAVES & SONGS arrive with every Tomorrow. I wonder, my Gal-Bicycle passenger, safe & sound, did she get home alright?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "White Raincoats & Tribby's."

 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "White Raincoats & Trilby's."

What R your NEEDS, what R your needs, do U sometimes in the bathroom fall down to your Knees? What R your needs, does anyone hear your pleas; what R your needs, there is no please.

What R your CRIES, a bathroom ECHO that no-one hears or who cares? What R your cries on a moonless night; what R your cries to anyone?

What R your SHRIEKS, a killer on your doorstep, or a reflection in a MIRROR, a haunting-yesterday? And who'll understand, U in your night dress running amok in the night?

What R your needs?  What is your plight? Can U explain when they arrest U?

What is your GIG, what is your ROLE?

.... Some way, somehow the CARIBINERI (Italian Cops), & official Detectives from Milan wearing white raincoats & feathered Trilby head gear...(this story, U make it up.)....Tra=la-la.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize-sort'a semi-retired, Dave Delacroix: "That Nude-Midnight Swim!:

 Our Man in Europe/Worthless Dude, Dave Delacroix: "That midnight swim"

...That NUDE midnight swim, lights ON in the pool, GREAT GATSBY, no-one shooting this fool? Everything calm, everything cool, what can go wrong, everything RIGHT? Yet edging into your MIND-Superstition! (Find another Therapist!?)...

(Singing:) "Goe with child a mandrake root, tell me where all past year's "R", WHO (Fucker!) cleft the Devils foot (POEM by John Donne:) He goes ON to say: "Teach me to hear mermaids singing or to stave-OFF envies stinging & find what winde...' (he goes on to say:) "TEACH ME" (Think a Detroit Tro, The Supremes/Matha Reeves & the Vandellas), PHIL SPECTOR could'a helped this POET 'cept for shooting a groupie in crazy L.A.: "To find an honest mind." In retrospect pitiful.

Do Elephants lose their memory? Do Giraffes fail to shade under tall trees? The "Schinghtor" of our mortality which claws at our every deed?

Did I tell U'bout when I gotta ROYAL-FLUSH/Poker machine- Las Vegas? Yet just when DO U go to GOD (?). Is it a mentality in which U belong?

Thankfully, a moonless night, that midnight swim somehow washes away other folks' perceptions of your - I guess - your Sins. All those Hillbilly Baptists out there (frickin Idiots) going "YAW=YAW-YAW" on some Tenneses' public radio? Ya gotta wonder?

c2025. Dave Delacroix.

  

Our Man in Europe/Now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a on Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "GERONTIAN!"

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

(dedicato: Gordon Westeran/Marc Pierson/Steven Johnson; fellow Brits.)

"Gerontius!"

..."A la recherche du temps perdu"(MEMORIES). Memory, the stuff of chalk & glue, all now frazzled, framed, distorted with Time's garnered folly and abject wisdom.

CHILDHOOD FOCUS/fascination (Pre Internet-1950s) a fascination with an Elastic-band, collecting birds' eggs, breeding Hamsters (this in Yorkshire-England when Men were MEN & sheep were nervous?) Toy soldiers, reading BIGGLES, weekend - the Pennines - camping, a rite of passage; U come back home bitten by Midges/local mosquitoes, your face: Rice-Crackle & Pop! And of course, serious child-like Philosophical school yard discussions whilst seeing just WHO could SPIT the furthest, or FASTEST, run up HEELEY's "big hill"? And have U ever seen a GHOST? Or is it true your life unfolds in FAST-FORWARD when U drowned or actually DIE!? -even in the quick-slicing gears of a Combine Harvester? (We had to KNOW!?)

And thank U, a semi-Saviour (Onward Christian Soldiers!) Heeley-Sheffield Infants school where 2nd rate TEACHERS (a fave Whisky of mine/bring me some/can't get it in Belize?), where 2nd rate teachers sabotage/penalize ANY "wunderkind" to bring his fellow "Proles" up to speed & indoctrinate English Culture, the eternal apology: "I'm sorry. SO sorry. Sorry Can I help U?" -50-Sorry's per day, mandatory! -the British Life-lesson of KEEPING YOUR HEAD DOWN!!! .... Frick U! I Captained Aston Comp. Rugger Louts!!!

Junior-School was just as infantile. More "Field trips" to Working Farms, "COWS-MOOMOO-MOO! "a delightful (HELLISH!) excursion to an industrial/massive Sheffield Steel Works (Class needed YEARS of therapy afterwards/the ones gonna be farmers), at the FURNACES of HELL/Steelworks whose apprentice workers - sittin around reading Comics on break? -poor devils, a decade later made redundant by cheaper Japanese/Korean imports. Where R they now?

Comprehensive School, thank GOD for RUGGER! (Rugby). Leastways on the rugger field, rain, shine or snow U felt like, at least U could your kick ya OWN balls? Bovril & Sing-alongs in the SHARRAH-BUSKI (School Coach/away-games,) Saturday morning gigs?

And "Woe to the Vanquished" (Athelstan/Barbarian I think.) HUZZAH!!!- to the rise of Rock & Roll!

Was there any OTHER place to go?

"Mein-Got!" Age 70!!!! My fingernails R positively Gerontius! The battle of Waterloo? We nailed Napoleon, I guess, Hitler too...on a Rugger field.

c.dave delacroix, 2025

Our Man in Europe/Honey please Leave me alone in Provence-France/I gotta Weekend Pass/6 Condoms/bottle O'Whisky?: " "Cigarettes & Sandels!

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Cigarettes & Sandals.".

KID'S RAGE!!! (WotchagonnaDO!!!?)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/DAVE DELACROIX: "Honey please/Leave me alone in Provence-France/I gotta weekend Pass/6 Condoms/bottle of Whisky, "C.C.Jung & Sigmund Freud never bonded."

Our Man in Europe, SER-WHARVING in VIENNA, Uniformed, Jack-booted, CHAMPAGNE in a bucket of ICE; nobody gonna ask for my Passport?

Our Man in Europe, a statistic, a Memorial, grave after grave, friendships/dead enemies that I didn't wound or kill; my hi-tech WHEELCHAIR, if U bother me, I'LL blow up this Grand Hotel.

Our Man in Europe, our man FROM THERE. Still got an attitude. Still got his Hair.  Still got his Foreskin! Still got his Nerve. Our Man from EUROPE. Still this KID 'S got his rage. 

POET'S, International, far & wide, "wotchagonnaDO!?" A Protest RANT, sometimes?

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, sometimes in Singapore, Beijing, Hong Kong, a kid solo-dancing in/ON a fog-machine disco floor a-waiting for a true love to, uncannily, to appear: Call 1-800-MEE-HOW or 1-800-Good-frickin-Luck! U dace the night away?

Some Dude U never heard-of, Cafe-seated a-while. What's to know, in casual clothes. cigarettes & sandals.

c.Dave Delacroix. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: (Quartet:) "Ride like the wind! & other Impressions."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix-on Facebook, David Michael Oxley: "Ride like the wind! & 3 Other Impressions."

(1)... S-always tough when U R on the RUN, when U don't know what U R running from but U ride like the Wind, some kind of freedom?

It gets DARK, it gets LIGHT, the future blurred-never in sight but enrapture U SHIVER into Tomorrow.

 And-YUP! -ya gotta long way to go UNTILL U find your Soul? So U ride like the wind, like the wind IN your Life, to be free.

So U ride like the Wind, OUTSIDE of your Life. U ride like the wind to be free.

(2)... ALL IS PHONEY! We R All fallible; a twist of fate or the NIGHT-HAZE & the Days-Silver Blaze? A Zillion BUGS, insect or Man eat at your progress - WHAM-BAM-THANK-U-MAAM!!! - Unseen but they DO!

ALL is REMOTE, alas, (the Remote) didn't arrive w/U in Utero. (Wasn't in the Delivery Box? -Dammit!) THAT'S an extra only the GODZ -Express-Mail - can afford/Don't ask! (Or the Postie stole it?

And as for Life's "slings & arrows" (more like Racism, beaten-up by Soccer-Hooligans, ripped-OFF by Bankers-Lawyers-Real Estate Agents-Dentists), things that come your way?

Best enjoy your Life & sparse-LOVES, that "La Dolce Vita:" A'la "Feng-Sui" Pucker-Up! Best U enjoy "La Dolce Vita!" Gonna BE a Minestrone-Soup, "Ave!" & "Mamma-Mia!!!"

S'All is Phoney! S-why I'm a chain smoker!

3)...(PULSE!!) Tummy-Tummy in trouble, a digestive dirge, a spiritual purge, an idea out of court, out of count? A Raquet ball "non-returnez", a love letter UN-received, purloined by a rival, stealing your/my fire?

CRY (Love's) the beloved Country! Cry, a Lover's lament! CRY in the stark cloudy day. Cry where your illusions were spent?

But don't cry, no regrets for Loves intent.

(Meanwhile/semi-bilious:) TUMMY-TUMMY need a Calvados, need All things, Cognac, Armagnac, Bloody Mary/stiff one? May I add some A-Porto!

(It doesn't escape me that WE still have a PULSE!)....

4)... (My Brigadoon...) In the twiney-twiney NIGHT a half-baked idea-maybe, half dreamt, the kind that haunts your morning zeal to succor-betray yesterday, a change of compass, North goes South? (Taxi Drivers need to recalibrate their over-charging meters, yet still happy to fleece U?)

In that BLIP of a nocturnal epiphany, a subconscious CODEX appears and WHO - "amongst the Order of the Angels"/RILKE - can deny Nature's pull?

Where R my CAT TREATS!? U leave me to THE BIG MEOW!? Who stole my Caviar, Cheese, my Cream!? Where gone past Loves now ground, swallowed by life's heel as North gone South in the space of an equinox, a TWINED repast of TIME: my Brigadoon.

Bagpipes -a-drone. A Tattoo of elegant soldiers, ghostly parade in the Scottish mist by me on the banks of Loch Lomond. 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Hanging by the Pool/Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa, Corozal-Belize. Oct. 2025/getting prepped for 70th birthday, oct-10th: HUZZAH!!!

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix:"The Conductor's Song.!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Conductor's Song!"

"...First problem as an orchestral-conductor (Beethoven's 5th) I had the Tenor fornicating with my frickin Soprano in the back room; a couple of OBOE players too (Possibly HOMOS) going "AT-IT!" before rehearsals: Bloody "LESBOES" in every String section! Ya don't know rhe meaning of heartbreak!?

A Conductor's lot. Complex. And someone stole my Baton! My Tuxedo was a wreck. Still, in respect of the "Classics"/Festa-Arriba-someplace/a GIG, some Story, some Way, some Life where your OWN personal "Adagio", your treasured "Earrings", your songbird voice resonates, echoing the vast river that flows in your Soul? Ya gotta OWN IT!!!

As an Orchester-Conductor, like a Film Director, outside of being a Violin-Virtuoso ya gatta WORK with MISFITS  on a "Camping Trip!" Calor-Gas STOVE malfunctions, a can of "Dinty-Moors" Irish Stew stares U - cold night - in your camping tent? The Camera Guys, sensibly, brought galleon o Jack Daniels; wotchagonnaDO? FIDDLES GONNA-DO?

And, sometimes, stress 0r just plain weariness (having to CONDUCT these talented Misfits) death would give a break/I'll TRY to pass away in my sleep, my repast, my swansong, my REQUIEM of absolutely no consequence, a daybreak fleeting of Glory...at Nobodies Feet!

TAP-TAP-TAP!!! "OK, Ensemble!!! Let's begin!"

c.2025 Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/now Belize, dave Delacroix: "Night Cruise!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Night Cruise!"

What a splendid night> What a splendid night! When all cares & woes seem to disappear? What a splendid night! No MOON tonight. The blackness of the universe shrouds our light. What a splendid night, every WORLDLY DYNAMIC out somewhere else a-fighting. As for LOVE? "Boogaloo!" Ain't bothering ME none - with Whisky, smokes & booze - on this tranquil-splendid night.... Sometimes ya gotta let your mind just CRUISE? (And we ain't talking-TOM!!!)

c.2025, September (might as well as rain until...) Dave Delacroix. (All quiet on the Western Front.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Songster on the Run!"

 

Our Man in Europe./ Now Belize. Dave Delacroix. :A Songster on the Run!"

(dedicato, Pete Nalty (R.I.P.) Roger Amstrong (R.I.P.) & Me!)

" A Songster on the Run!"

WOZ anyone got something-INFO- got DO by this Pool, Dave & Carol, Gerontius-slinking, our swimming pool. As anyone got any NEWS we can use? 

As anyone, a new swim-stroke, to ripple our ideas, as anyone got some new BLUES we can sing 'bout? As anyone got some Twist & Shout, the kind we Used to roust-about? 

As anybody, regrets sailing &-the 7-Seas come home to his GAL ...where he ought to be? As anyone RE-conceived or cut with a knife his favorite Wisdom, or favorite Lie?

WOZ anyone - NOT I heard it from a Friend. - a document/confession in a parchment hand - how the Lancaster-child-Princes, smothered, murdered by RICKY-3' Yorkies hand in the Tower of London? (A better "cover up" than J.F.K's" assassination?) Or LADY DI?

WOZ anyone, some lowly Squire or passing Fool OR Minstrel WITNESS!!!... a passerby on the "Grassy Knoll" still with a tongue now a FUGITIVE a 'la David Janson/1960s USA-TV-Series? Dr. Richard Kimble. Outcast. Episode after Episode. The Hitchhiker, humming his song, mostly fixing poor folks' problems: "Les Miserable!" -Victor Hugo. (Original concept.) but hunted?

Probably there's an analogy in the BIBLE too/Pre-Digital/PRE-AI. wothchagonna-DO? A Songster. A WITNESS to us all? That son=of-a-bitch: Maybe like all WE Sad-Saps? Always on the run.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix" "A Brief History of REPITITION!", A brief History of Repitition!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Brief History of Repetition. A brief history of Repetition!"

...(So the Story goes:)...It probably started out with the TROJANS/SPARTANS/those guys (heat of battle?): Darius, Persian King-invader: "Our ARROWS will darken the Sky!?" Leonidas, Trojan-dude; "Then we will fight in the shade-dude!" (and lacking a megaphone... for the hard-of-hearing): "We will fight in the shade!" (Cost him his Life yet a legendary Suicide note?)

Next? Julius Caesar (Roman economy?) "Veni Vidi Vici-boogaloo! - Veni-Vidi-Vici-boogaloo!?" History also notes Marie-Antoinette: "Omelets? Let them eat Croisants! Let them eat Croisants!" (Not quite repetitive but U get the idea?)

And Colonial - U.S.A. - Thomas Payne: "The British are coming! The British are coming!" Whilst Burt Bacharach-singing: "Do U know the way to Santa Fe? Repeats this maybe EIGHT times in the same song. Over this, AS a Songwriter I have some concerns?

Our NOW Japanese, allies-friends took repetition to excess, attacking Pearl Harbor with "BANZAI-BANZAI-BANZAI!!!" (Actually, quite smart repetition economy-didn't have to repeat?)

But a "goody" for the hard-of-hearing and maybe the most BRUTAL was by Athelstan in AD 450, his assault on ROME: "WOE to the vanquished! Frickin WOE to the vanquished!" Pity the poor Minstrel who didn't sing along?

...Which prevails to this day; WOODSTOCK-1969, every Stagehand - Microphone hugger: "We just love Ya! We just Love ya!"/"It's a brand-new day! It's a brand-new day!"/(food passed out:)" If you're too tired to chew, pass it on! If you're too tired to chew, pass it on!"

The Trojans/SPARTANS- famed Condoms these days of course are turning in their graves. They R buried in Phillipi-Greece. They R buried in Phillipi-Greece... God forbid we don't meet EM upstairs! They might think we are taking DA MICK!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, "A Brief History of the :"Selfie"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix (White-Guy): "A brief History of the SELFIE!

Sumeric, (SAMY!)  God know who those Cats were. Clay tablets talking bout TAXES, couldn't last long. A kind of Selfie-identification which all town clerks exude today.  Then, Egyptians always in boring profile (makes ya wonder how they ever got a date/sideways?) The Greeks (Hellenistic) had a good time, maybe 5,000 years indoctrinated by Priest-Zealots? Big on Profile though. Everyone looked like Elizabeth Taylor. And BLOODY ROMANS, ruthless bunch, grabbed the Greek-Selfie, made it their own. A GRAFFITTI of what it was once s-posed to be, Statutes, a pastel, rockstar posters, Mythical GODZ painted, POMPEI on your bedroom wall? THEN along comes Viking CARVINGS. A lot of whoopsies, limited on portraits, King BLUE-TOOTH, a dental tragedy ensues and the Renaissance where/ when "Selfies" really took OFF! The Plague took its toll but the rich managed to get themselves in PAINT, the "Selfie" that hangs in most Palaces & Halls? The VATICAN!!! Now of course any Brain-Dead Idiot/WE R five Billion.... can Boogie-woogie "Selfie" when leaning too far back out/by Bir Sur-California and - SNAP!-SNAP! - fall down a cliff?...

Makes ya WONDER: Mirror-Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? The "Selfie" your Ego epitaph? Think I'll jump back into the swimming pool. And "YUP!" Too much for U to read....I guess. Be well.

c.davedelacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix. "...And the Nightingale sings."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix. "...And the Nightingale sings."

(dedicato: Giada.)

A solider of infamy, a brute from a Scottish play, a Borgia dynamic, strangled, publicly...WHISTLE and the Nightingale sings.

Caesar, imperator, stabbed 27 times, yet a soldier of infamy, hung his kidnappers one by one. And the Nightingale sings.

Cleopatra upon her regal throne. A designation all alone. She once wagered/BET - with Marc-Antony - the most expensive meal U could make then , consumed by her minions. Nobody dared to fart. And the Nightingale sings.

Always a bloody end. Histories UN-fold chapters UN-fold. A Festa begins, a Festa ends, and all the Players meet a dusty end. (And of course?) And the Nightingale sings.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: The Candidate!"

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Candidate."

Some KID that used to BE, Some Kid that used to BE that rassled street punk in the dirt, who tumbled fray & true, that kissed, who could never tell, why would he, he played on Fern Hill? (Dylan Thomas?)

Some KID who passed U by, his eyes upon the sky! He never knew U or met U 'cept when HE was passing by. Even THEN it was quite "espionage" on a village scale? (SPIES behind every lace curtain window?)

That KID, that BRAT U never knew, barely had a new pair of shoes, clogged around, embarrassed but U wouldn't know. Wore Yesterdays clothes, erect/outstanding he had his ghosts & childhood years HURT the most, but U see: no scars upon his grace?

Some KID in the neighborhood swanking by, full of blood, smirking-inside/laughing outside. The one to watch to break the ranks, in prison or elected to Parliament! Worse still? The President of the United States.

Some KID next door, a social lottery. Maybe he nailed your teenage daughter before U knew? Next time U see him, BUNTINGS & RAH representing your Taxes, World Peace, plus all so much more: THE CANDIDATE!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix, pushing 70 years old & still drinking Scotch! (with water).

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Boyz by the Lake!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Boyz by the Lake!"

(dedicato: Ina Kaab)

....And it came to pass (donkey/cattle sounds) that a bunch of circumcised Lads in need of BIC razors formed a Band, musical, on the shores of a lake, Galilee. 2,000 years LATER they'd have probably scored a hit in San Francisco! Anyways. Jammin on the shore (Lake Galilee), some cock-o-spaniel named JESUS with AN ATTITUDE invades their entertainment turf SINGING: "I AM DA WAY DUDES!" A song that resonated, who'd 'a guessed? So, Pete on Bass. Paul on Slide. Luke, I don't recall, maybe Percussion? John, I think ended up being a "Roadie"-whatever. Groupies everywhere of course. Mary Magdeline comes to mind. Lot of rituals/traditions back in those days. Still are! Anyways the Lads toured. Passover-whatever but they got too big I guess for their Sandals! Corporate Entertainment, ROMAN-controlled. The BOYZ from the lake (Galilee) looked scruffy/didn't fit in. Firstly, excluded but their Fan-Base -GROWING? Something had to be done! Music Criticism back then was pretty severe. Crucifixion for a bad Gig (Maybe we should re-instate?) was definitely a Thumbs Down if NOT meet Narnia (Pack of hungry Lions) in the Coliseum! Nobody really knows how these early Rock Stars met their fate. But they lived & died for their Art & faith. And folks-generations have been debating, bickering, even going to WAR over this dude Jesus & the BOYZ BY THE LAKE & the Psalms, their songs. related in the Holy Bible they sung. (The Song of Soloman always catches my fancy?)

....And it came to pass (donkey/cattle sounds) David & Goliath, but that's ANOTHER story. And I'll tell ya bout it later!...The BOYZ by the LAKE! OLE!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix

Our Dude Where-ever, Dave Delacroix: "Mister Soldier!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: Mister Soldier!"

NO TREATS for Mister Soldier, hunting, darting round on his own battlefield? Notice NO WOUNDS, this CAT is a Survivor, a strategic POUNCE-then SCARPER -son-of-a-gun! -a West Point, Sandhurst Military Officers Guidebook: Stealth, camouflage, NIGHT-VISION! -CUNNING who'll sacrifice his Platoon for a quick accolade?...NO TREATS for Mister Soldier, leastways not right now...PURRING on my lap in prep for canned Cat food, after, then piss- off & leave me alone...Unless there's biscuit treats? (Throw in a saucer of Cream!?) PURR-PURR-PURR!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix : "MOON over SUNSET."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Moon over Sunset."

...I WOZ DOWN for some serious Foot-Dangling (Emotional-whoosits), Nobody gets away with stealing one of my Song Titles, a CO-Producer of FLEETWOOD-MAC USURPED my song entitled "Moon over Sunset" for his (hanging with the band) Biography. So, I messaged him, told him to desist then (A'la Hollywood) met with silence... (Smirks no doubt abound?)

There's NO "biggie" on plague-ism but fellow-songwriters? U gotta stand UP! There's a "Moon over Sunset." A free for all composers. A free for U & Me. As RICH as THIS Cat was, pickin my poverty carcass on a Malibu shore, wotchagonnaDO?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (MY SONG, Moon over sunset, FREE, on Utube. Enjoy!)

Our Dude in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "The Refugee."

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

THE REFUGEE IN YOUR ELEVATOR (Going-UP!!!), the WOKE -social-Murderer in your mist? The objectionable, the calamity U have missed!

The Refugee in your Elevator, the KISS that destroys your bliss, a tad wish-away from all U desire, conceptually now lost?

The REFUGEE (Pesky devils!) who rankle your Soul; never gonna make the Guest List at the next Country Club Ball notwithstanding, makes your frail life whole... yet which challenges your base Tomorrow?

At the Town Hall meeting THE REFUGEE smiles into the microphone. And the audience freeze.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Can I borrow a spoon of Sugar?"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Can I borrow a spoon of Sugar?"

Nobody got Nobody outside of Family, no Family, nobody got a dime, maybe a faraway nickel, a lonesome room, a highway-dark, a midnight cafe, a hitch hikers dream all the way to El Dorado a Song-sways?

Nobody got Nobody... an Internet World, a gig invented by an idiot, sound & fury-etc.? Thank GOD for Whisky too. Sad to say best play the fool less Culture-WOKE comes to CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD!

Nobody got Nobody wrong side of the tracks/WE R ALL on the wrong side!!! Still. Poverty-shares! Nobody IS Nobody. S-Why we get along? (The good Ol'Days!) "Can I borrow a spoon of Sugar?"

Nobody is Nobody. "Gotta go see the Doctor. Take care of my Kid?"

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacrox: "55 Days in PEKING!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "55 days in Peking!"

THIS IS WHERE U Began, this is where U will end, 55 days in old Peking. There's that CRISIS U endure, there's that SURVIVAL! And there's that LIFE that cuts U in the teeth, that terror to haunt. There's that JOY to keep, happy feet, a song to give U peace, a song from whence U began: A Mandarin song. There's a lullaby for a Child. There's a kiss for a loved-one whose so far away yet 55 days in old Peking, a CHINA where U have no business being! THIS is your sticking post.  This is where U began. Alas, this is where U will end; Confucius-say: "Never trust a Man who doesn't drink & keep one eye on the Non-Smokers?" (Especially in Military Dudes?) 55 days in old Peking. Wotcha gonna DO, BOXER-Uprising? 55 Days in old Peking. Best leave those FOLKS to to fix their own Home. Charity BEGINS back in Kentucky, Yorkshire or whatever goldarned place U came from!

c.dave delacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/next to Mexico, Dave Delacroix; "At the "Marie!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "At the "Marie" (French town hall): 

At the "Marie" we guillotined the Marquis. At the "Marie" we guillotined the Marquessa (She was a bitch) At this "auto de fe" we guillotined their servants renown-RAW for our family, starvation & repression, a curdles rage, Jacque et Jacque and who cares, kids-starving, if not for our own lives but our SPIRIT what R we worth? At the MARIE, at the Marie?....

c.davedelacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Every Mile, Dave Delacroix: "The Maltese Falcon!"

 Our Man in Whossis, Dave Dave Delacroix; "The Maltese Falcon!"

...YOUR EYES open, open my sweet, a Cleopatra subduction, a feline treat, a smile to beguile, a 10,000 year- brush of your hair? And there I was, just foot-dangling, a Marlowe-Detective in old L.A. town, a mark for M, a mark for zero, the smokey coffee drifted through the venetian blinds that made me think of U.

I cheesed a Whisky shot from the bucket desk draw. Tasted wicked, tasted raw. A killer in a Satin dress? The MALTESE FALCON under your dress.

Your eyes R OPEN, glassless glare, some punk/relation took care, LU-TENANT BREEZE losing his hair to figure OUT his case. There's no justice in this World, U fall in Love it quickly ends. The freeway stops for No-one. Broken hearts in every mile.

Your eyes R open, there's a ghast in your mile and a labyrinth awaiting a ZAP & a guile.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize (secret espionage), DAVE DELACROIX (Cover on Facebook wearing white suit & Panama hat): ...:The ARCHER'S SONG!"

 Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "The Archers (Medieval Long Bow/arrows dudes) Song!"

BRING ME MY BOW, my arrow of TRUTH to cease/stop killing todays/tomorrows Sons. Let their families thrive & with dignity?

Bring me my BOW an Arrow of steel to cut down Tyrants & make Em FEEL the grief of everyday folks? A Robin Hood, a SALADIN, a William Tell, a Winston Churchill to make their design a Hell?

What curdles HATRED in a fool, that crisscross, makes a blanket to smother their potential wisdom? A Faith? Religion? Hatred of a creed or colored skin? A slight in a Tavern most likely or (over a GAL?) over Helen of Troy? (Greta Garbo hide in the wings!)

Bring me my BOW, many arrows to darken their sunlight-shredding their power/GREED back to the dark HOLE from which they seed. And the ROBO species who deem what we need our ARROWS will always decimate!

Bring me my Bow, an Arrow-bold that I may be sure of tomorrows Boys & Girls! (Let the TE DEUM be sung)....and once again, fingers-cross, some happiness in our troubled planet & land.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Cleopatra's Song."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Cleopatra's Song."

...THE CATS, dark-STRIPED, skinhead-fur-balls, will probably outlive WE/a couple of old "duffers" like Carole & Dave, then get to miss their morning CANNED-treats, midday-munchies, Happy-hour repeat?

(NO FACEBOOK SELFIES!!!)

 -Who will probably WHINE for sympathy, then back to the Wild (ME-OWW-ME-OWW!!!) for (?) HAVE MERCY, a Gecko-diet, BUGS! or whatever shows up on Nature's palate?

THE CATS, U DON'T ADOPT!. They adopt You -a wheedle, a PURR, a way into your shoes.  A nuzzle, a timeless, ephemeral, an illusion of TWO. (Reminds me of a GAL!)

Great CAESARS they have comforted! Empress's, Tyrants too. And all throughout history, Witches-familiars, equally persecuted, burnt at the stake!  And songs-anon, still composed, an eternal concept-view?

A Mammal-reptile in your hand, a curvature U don't quite understand, a wicked essentiality, a ghost on a shelf, a shadow in the night, a green-eyed dazzle, that Cleopatra's song... for me & for U. What comforts the night for your Baby-Blue!

"PURR! PURR! PURR!"

c.2025. Dave Delacroix (For my Cats "Soldier" & "Bela". ME-OW-Yo. at the Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa, Corozal-Belize.)

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The Whistler! (Victorian Portrait Artist/Portrait of a Lady.)"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The WHISTLER (Victorian Portrait Painter/Portrait of a gowned-Lady.)

"The Whistler."

SCARLET SPARKLES ON THE CANVAS, base Blue, the color of your mood. Scarlet-epiphanies now row upon row to denounce a Life-lived a-fore Life's intrusions, the WAR of Love, that intrinsic-genetic from a God above?

A Scarlet necklace around your pale neck. No-one remembers, no-one forgets. A portrait by WHISTLER, Singer-Sargant too, a'la Corbusier/Renee Mcintosh sepulcher in Highgate Cemetery (alongside Karl Marx) in a marble graveyard shed. Coffin-gated but on view?

A profound resemblance of a Joan of Arc-fashionista, a Universal SPARK diverse as U did LIVE? ... Lived & died by your own device, danced & writhed whilst other Mother's sons fought & died as U got a "Selfie " painted by Whistler in Oil. And the Band played on.

YET!?  (50s Radio USA Radio program): "I AM THE WHISLER> And I travel by Night. A SANDMAN. And I know where U sleep at night!"

AGATHA CHRISTIE, a Nurse in the battlefield. A witness to carnage, and Old Soldiers, battlefields, buried in shallow graves, your own generation, coffee, TEA U can serve at some old, rusted Tanceen?

In a hurry? The Whisler. Gets us all by the neck. The Whistler AT NIGHT just knows where we sleep.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The HURRICANE at your door!:

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "The Hurricane at your door!"

...In A TOPICAL DEPRESSION, (weather-thingy, meso-Latino-Americano -with use of stepladder folks sometimes commit suicide (there R no high buildings/mostly Bungalows) by jumping OFF the tops of palm trees hugging ONTO a SIX PACK of coconuts or BELEKIN beer!? In despair, yet it's rarely successful (I've tried it six or seven times myself/always fall down in the swimming pool?)  with a fractured RIB (BBQ?) bad jokes bout how Life used to be? A Song or 2?

How many FOLK SINGERS does it take to replace a LIGHT BULB? -One to replace it. Three to sing bout how the old one was cool?

In a TROPICAL-WHOOSITS a hard rain's gonna fall! I blame it on New York City FOLK SONGS, a Cultural-addiction affected by the "Cold WAR" when the RUSSIAN/Cossack raiders-anti Democrats and the AMERICAN (Body Nazis WOKE anti-SMOKING, Dirt PIGS) . YUP!  U bowed. U went   along - County TAX-U.K., TAXES, U.S.A., U WENT ALONG!?...."Sheep, BAA, Baa, Baa!!"  SUFFER!!!

Hopefully not the Silence of the Lambs? England & America. Sure glad FRANCE is still holding out!!!?

IN a TROPICAL DEPRESSION -eyes/MINDS to SEE - though dance the night-away with flighty JAZZ , a'la WEIRMAR Republic before the Nazis (Trump) take control, in THIS Tropic Depression, in THIS Tropic Depression when man FAILS to SEE, alas...the hurricane at their door.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. on Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "Whisky & Weetabix!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix (a,k,a. on Face book: David Michael Oxley): "Whisky & Weetabix!"

(dedicato: Gordon Westran & ALL Sheffield stars.)

(Recite as SLOW-BLUES!)

"WHISKY & WEETABIX!"

ONE BUSY MORNING across the Belize-Mexican border WHISKY got delivered. (Thank U JESUS!)

 The Landscape gardener (plants, weeds, flowers, whatever?) just started his own GIG/Flower-sales on main street, quit-here at our Villa> but wanted a hand-out, 

but nobody showed up or came with the STUFF to fill an empty heart; ain't misbehaving' in this time. Plenty do?

BUSY WONDRING, ghosts from the past, that perennial Love, the kind that never lasts, & as years go "Ou's sans les Neige d'antan?" becomes more remote, year by year. Snows disappear.

A BUSY MORNING, a sparkle-GLINT in a swimming pool, a marine rainfall shower to remind me of WHAT!? An Epiphany, a DAWN, obsequies, whispers: "WHISKY & WEETABIX. Whisky & Weetabix."

C.C.Jung & Sigmund Freud like Terrier-Detectives will haunt your mind. A sunny English day on a Crochet lawn? Save U a fortune in Psychotherapy.

A busy morning. Whisky & Weetabix for breakfast. A BUSY MORNING!!! -S-why I don't get UP till noon.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix" "The Geisha!"

 Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix (EX-Rockstar-Music on U-Tube): "THE GHEISHA!"

(dedicato: Steven Johnson.)

...I ONCE MET A GEISHA in my travels =a-far, a concept, a Sampan, an IDEA, a Jar? With sails, Hong Kong Harbor, we'd sailed round Kowloon, Macao, emotional ports we'd found. 

I once met a Divinity that enraptured my Soul, my UN-worthy Self a desire to be whole? The Budda-Temple, the CYMBAL STRIKES, but in Singapore just words of respite.

I once met a Geisha I promised her True, yet now in her daze, her Kimono, her block shoes...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "My Waterloo!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "My Waterloo!"

BY WATERLOO STATION I sat down & wept then masturbated-frantically. Most of the "Pinstripes" threw-up (barfed) or held their noses in the air? (Pretty ladies chuckled?)

By Victoria Station (all this is in London), DEMURE I just strummed guitar, sang 'bout a prostitute who stole my "long-johns"?

Stole my Money too

S-why was I "jacking-off" in WATERLOO? -No Imperial OLD Guard, just a bunch of Yellow/Giallo Jackets (Cops!) to haul me off to the Looney-Bin?

DEFEAT can BE so depressing but AT LEAST... as my OWN General I didn't sacrifice 50,000 lives in an afternoon?

MANH!!! I was just making a Statement (Banksy?) about the housing problem in the suburbs of MOSCOW...S-where I met my Waterloo.

c.2025. dave the rave.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Out HERE in the West!"

 Our MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: Out here in the West.

IT WOZ the best of times. It WOZ the worst of times. It was nobodies Saturday night.

It was the "big-a-loo", some siding IN a railway siding rusted with morning dew. 

Out here in the West s-what U get if U do NOT get-a moving!?

 It was rust & GLU, a foolin' leather from a shoe but DUDE? -could u look so fine? (Gotta Ticket!?)

.......Some HOBO on your Wicket-post strummed a song, the story of our Lives? (God knows where he went to?)....

There's no guilty here. the JURY cheers, nobody got the "CHAIR"!  And fair maidens pure, the local whorehouse spare. It was nobodies Saturday night.

And the Preacher whines, but the Sunday School Teacher, Miss Moppet promised me a kiss? A travelling Carnival in the mist might bring another light?

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times, it WOZ!!!.... (but ya got it!) ....out HERE in the West.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Whoosits/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. on Facebook): "DIAMOND BACK!"

Our Man in Europe/Belize: "DIAMOND BACK!"

The LAMIA (snake, big-one) took a while to shed her skin - they do DO  it now & again - to slither into their "Lady Macbeth" tensile role, vinegar, TITS, etc.? (Scottish Play/Shakespeare-dude.)

LAMIA took a while to pronounce MY DOOM, fangs to pounce, a HISS-thingy, slivering, afternoon copulation, around the boudoir, the coiling, whirling, the overhead ceiling fan - just to keep MURDER cool.

The LAMIA then coiled, then suddenly erect SPAT 50,000 years vengeance at me: "U who LOVE yet vanquish me I will KILL!"

So, I immediately (skipping this gig/half naked grabbed a Taxi?), and at my Crib immediately composed a JINGLE for a Soap-Powder T.V. Commercial: "Moon over Sunset! Cocaine isn't good for your Nose?"

The LAMIA, the Copperhead, the Diamond-Back, the VIPER, best she could HAD STRUCK!!! (Some Needle?) Fortunately, I'd been on a diet of Chocolate Biscuits & masses of single malt WHISKY, ergo I survive to write this tale?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (My Tab at the Liquor Store is a tad overdue/but cheaper than Doctor's fees.)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A-roaming no more."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A-roaming no more."

No more to be said, a memory, a souvenir, 

a locket/trinket by your heart?

 No sweet embrace, no tomorrows promise, 

that fevered kiss, kisses galore.

No rendezvous, no assignations,

 under the moon or on the seashore?

 No wicked thoughts: our elopement,

 parents and Kin to see never for evermore.

A past wiped clean, 

yet she passed too soon away.

 And we will never go 'a roaming no more...

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Dudsta in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Prairie-Moon!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "PRAIRIE-MOON!"

...Funny how the DEVIL knows your secret place, your secret Diary-BLOG, a Garden of Eden where U hide your clues, wishes & Blues?

Funny how a sycophantic canvas kept under your laptop-bed, fanned by the ceiling fan, the only Witness, your Prairie Moon.

Funny how U never SHARED your inner-SOUL to no-one OUT THERE? An EXPOSEZ, TITS-on-a page, how would U Prairie Moon?

Funny how we HIDE AWAY and throw away all our old shoes.

c.2025. davedelecroix/equally closeted!

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "THREE DOG NITE!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Three Dog Nite!"

1)   "R.I.P." (Rest in whoosits!?)

...OLD AGE becomes a blessing or a curse as does childhood, teenage years, YOUTH-forgotten, middle-age, an adagio of advancing verse; old age, a new adventure, that Roulette-spin-wheel, red or black, numbers, NUMBERS, no-one knows the outcome less the wheel is fixed and Destiny? ...Have no fear... it'll forge a way.

OLD AGE sings its own song, sometimes JOY, sometimes a lament, a cousin of Memory, guilt, treachery or valor yet old sins cast long shadows, much to worry an idle - retired -MIND in old-age's longest nights? And WHO-Times thief, the JUDAS, that inner nest of SNAKES, SPIES, faithless, the rejected, abandoned or crazed-devout who whisper their SHOUT-UN-heard, a maiden's cry of despair? The Pin-cushion effigy speared with needles?

OLD AGE, a WRACK & RUIN, a "Dia de las Mortes", a prelude to the (your own) day to die, an ESPIONAGE, a Soul-nemesis, a Natures cycle to make U whole, a self-inflicted Achilles heel; Rest in Peace the V.I.P ...the R.I.P.? ...But probably not. A side show in some dastardly plot and shame/memory, enhanced by your own infidelity, as LEGEND, alas withers "Maximus-Publico?"

OLD AGE settles your own accounts. A clerk, a bureaucrat with his Civic clout. The Town CRIER yells: "Oh Yay! Oh Yay!" and preps in proclamation here & sundry for the demise of other fools of Yesterdays or ROLLY-POLLY: of a man we once knew.

2) A BIGGER SPLASH!

A bigger whoosits, a mirror-smashed, no reflection on U, a bigger splash. A BIGGER SPLASH, an UN-sung Song, a bigger splash in a swimming pool; A "Coupe de gras" a dead man in PLAID, the fool in U. A bigger splash, a David Hockney IN YOU that inner WICKED, the WICKER-MAN society frayed and the glory in U?

A BIGGER SPLASH, a concept-Tsunami, a rain-dog monsoon in a swimming pool. In white & blue (Sheffield Wednesday?) where maybe in Pastels- Gauche, a Brittany Coast or the white cliffs of Dover?

 So, NO-smoking anyway, a BIGGER SPLASH. The WOKE CULTURE harries U, an after-thought to the grave. In FRANCE like author Len Deighton (Iprcress Files movie), a move to a French-smoking Cafe? David Hockney, a'la "Prohibition" resides where a Bigger-Splash survives.

3...TRAVELLER!!!

Traveller who pass on by, like U we KNEW, no dance no Tavern joy, sadness or Festa, we know not the reason why?

Traveller who pass this way, like U, never questioned, we just accepted the thrill of our own lifespan and then UP-ed & died.

Traveller who trails our trail, a sepulcher, mausoleum, a graveyard of Dead Souls; say a kaddish, a prayer, slain in battle or in the SPITFIRE- Air, the 14-18 trenches or lost to the Atlantic, Bering or Pacific Sea.

As for the "getting of Wisdom" let us know by & by.

c2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Captain AHAB!", The SELFIE!

 

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix" "Captain AHAB!". THE SELFIE!

(dedicato:Sir Alberto!(

"Captain AHAB!" (Traveller who pass on by).

Oh Brother U can't steal nuttin from me? I Got nuttin, no HOUSE, No GAL, U can't steal nuttin from me. (Traveller who pass on by.)

OH SISTA U can't steal nuttin from Me? My Wallet? Nutin there. My Heart? Good luck. My REAL ESTATE? n old Guitar or 2. (Traveller who pass on by.)

Ya gonna need a Compass or a sea-faring-Navigator, Captain AHAB" where the frick is MOBY DICK? And how'd he gets that handle to nose-whale into your psyche? (Traveller who pass on by.)

There's always a GAL in the background, buying the clothes, gettin pregnant, maybe MOBY DICK had the same problem, the 7-Seas not wide enough? (Traveller who pass on by.).

CAPT. AHAB? Stalwart of the savage Seas! Moby Dick, a NEMISIS, every sucker on da PLANET got ONE OF DEM!!!....

Traveller, HITCH-HIKER who wanders by? A SELFIE.

Our Mandarin IN Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "MISTER LONELY."

 Our MANDARIN in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "MISTER LONELY!

Mister Lonely.

.....NO E-MAILS Mr Lonely, no Selfies, no fotos of U/w (?) in Deauville, Brighton, New York, certainly NONE in MONTE?

No E-mails Mr Lonely, that ZAZZ for your PAZZ to re-ignite your VIRILITY, that Bloody Mary to kick off your day, WHISKY, an horizon kiss?

NO E-mails Mein Herr! Life-un-covered, that OUBLIET, a "forgetting"; What remembrances survive, or Songs-shredded to filter into Tomorrow, the stuff of HAUNTING? -A conscience in evidence?

 As for VOICES -in CHORUS, Cathedral, a NAZIS death Kamp, where French-Jewish LADIES forced-marched into a GAS CHAMBER yet SANG OUT LOUD' "Le Marseillaise!!!!".?

Do U remember your first Love's heart? Or what dynamic your Loneliness, a rejection, got its start? A beginning. A Goose-step down the STRASSE and the voice of an Austrian Corporal who sang your hungered tune?

NO-E-Mails Mister Lonely. In the cold & snow. I like to think we got Ya Number! Let's hope so, And all our Yesterdays be not forgotten, yet HOW do we BRAND/BURN Atilla, Julius C., a host of civilization Vampires, Stalin, HITLER, now TRUMP & PUTIN, Chinese-frick, all bout POWER-MONEY?

NO-E-Mails for Mister Lonely. FREEDOM!? The choice to be left alone!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in that place West of Ireland, now Belize/better go WEST?" Dave Delacroix: "MY GUN is QUICK!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "My GUN is Quick!"...

....My WHOOSITS is quick, (Slow hand Dave) known to have expanded the population by a Nano-boo-ga-loo? Retro-counting, an-abracadabra, a CLOUD on a tropical day which even OLD SALTS don't remember what shoals of Daughters or SONS who don't give a hoot, happy to Monkey and give Life its blood-righteous-glue?

My GUN is QUICK. Homicide? Not even on the Moon or in AVALON, a Glass-Blowing Ville-Community in the heart of France, a situ where TRUFFAUT, CHABROL, ANTONIONI, VISCONTI, GOFDDARD, all those 1950s/60s "mew age" Film Czars (always dressed PRE-Reservoir Dogs/no Grateful Dead Tee Shirts?) never sung their tune?

No lacquered-hair dye, black or blonde (BRIGITTE BARDOT!) who whistle whilst WE MERE MORTALS survived & died. Maybe a KODAK on a scrap. Grandma dying. A Souvenir "SNAP"? Grand-Pappa in the French Resistance, gave his Life that Freedom survives? And what IS Freedom, the choice to be left alone?

MY GUN is QUICK! A HEART, a LUNG for U 2! My GUN is whoosits. Every now & then it JUST GOES OFF!?....U ever tried to EXPLAIN that to a frickin Courthouse JURY? Camera! Lights! Action!!! Here we go again. A Production IN Production. And the best laid plans of Mice & Men..... Still? My Gun is quick!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europa/now Belize/near Mexico, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook-thingy)..."COMING OFF the MOUNTAIN!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Coming OFF the Mountain."

(dedicato: Rockstar CRAIG JOBE)

The full Moon ROSE and made silver-Palm-tree foliage, a sight ELECTRIC to our mood aside the Villas swimming pool .... As "A la, Mon braves" come off the mountain...the garden heralds a need for your care. 

A sweet kiss CAN & shall prevail? Ponce de Lyon, Conquistador, forget El Dorado, playing high stakes: The Fountain of Youth! A cheap hotel where he ended his days, St, Augustine, F.L.A. Songs we get to sing.

Coming off the Mountain MY SWEET, my living dichotomy, mortality & the DARKNESS that surrounds? Love's URGENCE to defend? A sinew. a screw, sometime brutal sometime just plainly blue.

Coming down from the Mountain can I request a Song, a later time by the Ray Noble dance band (1930s) with AL BOWLLY on microphone singing: "The very thought of U"? Bowlly killed by a German (WW2) Nazi V.2.  Echoes R the sins of Devils.

Coming off a mountain...a full moon arose to BLITZ tropical foliage-ZA-ZA! as we lay, swimming pool, insistent-guilty-pro-ignorant of World-affairs, the POOL, absent refugees of CARE!... It's lonely, cold, un-rewarding on the Watchtower. But without U civilization coldly UN-folds!...

As we march into potential OBLIVION  with our Recipes, our SELFIES, our Media, the full Moon rises and makes silver-palm tree foliage, a sight ELECTRIC to enhance our fatal mood as we lounge by, guess where?

HA!!! And as we ask: 'a la, Mon Braves" come off the Mountain, the Garden heralds a need for your courage & Steel! Where are the Warriors of Yesterday? "Ou son les neige Cavalieri d'anton?".

And Old men like me (grumble-grumble) too old to fight, shake their heads & Mothers, alas, for their sons & daughter now will weep.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix "DA WABBIT!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The WABBIT!"

...DO NOT KILL me WABBIT, furry/long ears, hops around, breeds like...Do not kill me today? Do not KILL ME Wabbit? I still got some seed.

Do not KILL ME WABBIT, day times R bad enough but in the Night, no-one knows where we go TO & nobody ever comes back? (Info?)

Leastways, ensure a case of beer, some WHISKY, plenty of SMOKES. spare guitar and U might want to check out that LOTTO ticket (just in case).

Do not YET kill me WABBIT. After the Honorary SPEECH, got more WORDS. Tra-la-la. The audience left the hall. Poor bastards. "BOO!" Everybody got a Story. Don't mean nuttin to nobody else. We TRY to be eloquent? A song or 2?

DEAR WABBIT? I guess I'll go to sleep now. And TRAVELLER who pass on by, remember too we walked in your shoes.

OH! Cat Food! Those Furr balls, fellow-whinners. Deal with it!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. on Facebook David Michael Oxley) ":BACON & BEANS!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Bacon & BEANS!"

(dedicato: a C/W Ballad for (R.I.P.) Peter Nalty/Denver-Colorado. Keyboard Czar!)

"Bacon & Beans."

It's a long-foreskin story so I'll try to keep it (brief?) SHORT! Immortality wot it ought? After 70 Winters your clothes go to seed from riches to rags, your plumbing (?) has its needs? Who would' a guessed!?

(Bacon & BEANS!)

The love of my Life (all 2,000) left me pretty quick/cut short weekends lest I lose my "habit", my HOT-fast-quick-gun-trick Habanero-booga-loo? But socially, I saved their lives perhaps, High Society? But farewell kisses? The Salsa of my life? Thankyou-kisses were pretty rare.

(Bacon & BEANS!)

Way down in Ol' New Mexico after several killer-Burritos - ahem! Small bank robbery involved - I skedaddled cross USA/Mexican border (no passport needed in those days) to CIUDAD-TINY TOWN yet cornered (thanks to an alert by the pesky F.B.I.) THE FEDERALES!!! This was NO Willie Nelson Song! (Pancho & Lefty?) I was surrounded!

(Bacon & BEANS!)

YOWSA!! Plenty of BEANS!...

A month LATER getting a straight-edged razor shave & trim/Denver-Colorado Barber shop, a magazine, I read how half a small Mexican town had been GASSED/wiped out? So, from NOW ON - public safety involved - I'm on a strict DIET of Chips, SALSA and Coronas/Mex brewskies/Tequilla but only under subject to TORTURE! Please don't look me in the face nor remember my name.

(Bacon & BEANS!)

WHA_HOOOOO!!!!

(Basso-voce") Wha-HOOO!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Tangueray!" (Gin)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Tanqueray!" (Gin.)

(dedicato; Pete & Daughter in Japan.)

"Tanqueray!"

GABRIEL (Irish name?), the biblical FALLEN ANGEL gave up on Beer, turned to Whisky then crawled up the walls then nawled his way across the ceiling. It was all too much.

GOD FROWNED.

Gabriel, the original - fell from grace - "wing-ding-bird-ICARUS-Dude" cashed out his safe-deposit/bank box, went immediately to Las Vegas & lost his shirt. Later he pawned his Wings, found some Bela and had a drink of Tanqueray.

"Mein Gott!" Will nothing ever change!?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Swimming Pool."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Swimming Pool."

I stayed too long in the swimming Pool. that aqua, the sunshine, that marketplace, the WORLD? I stayed too long in the Carnival, city after city, town after town, that lover-come & go: "Ich Lieber dich, I love U/Je taime/please fuck me!!!", that hissing serpent that writhes in your GUITAR REVERB SOUL? I stayed too long, in memory-daisy fields, sexual-fantastic, yet I stayed too long in London, New York City, that frigid-Majestic, always a combustible youth? In Mombasa harbor or a Canale in Venice, JESUS!!! Somebody light a candle, a Kadish for this bloody fool...I stayed too long in a story in which I did not belong. The Old Testament is full of this stuff! I stayed too long in this swimming pool. And now my skin wrinkles, that song of songs. And the Pine trees silhouettes on the swimming pool Cabana-wall, careless, dance into a sunset all of their own...

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Maria Callas." (Opera-Gal.)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize-lately/5 years, Dave Delacroix: "Maria Callas!"

...NOBODY GOT NO JAZZ-JIVE except U? No class act can wear your Plimsouls or shoes, the Jury's still out, that SOUL-INFINITY, better than U sing the Blues? A dance across a gymnasium floor? Middle of the night. Campus-deserted! No-one's there?

Nobody in Curacao (Bob Mitchum movie), Singapore, HONG KONG (Still need to visit!), Amsterdam or PAREE. A prelude-FLAMENCO that haunts the halls of history as WE mere mortals free-fall to the ground like flies under a bar-ceiling fan when I asked for a Cognac...in ARMAGNAC France? (The stuff of/where Pianists go off and shoot themselves?) ...I didn't have a gun.

Nobody got NO Jazz-Jive. Nobody but MARIA CALLAS. The dead, the living, the crooks still alive? Nobody gonna sell U a stolen handbag except that Pandora's Box, its genius-curse. A TRA-LA-LA! A hollow-loving tone driving U into your last eternity!

c.2025. dave u know whoo. "Can anybody lend me $20?" We should WEAR disguises when we rendezvous in Corozal, Berlin or St. Petersburg. Maybe JAPAN?... Trilby's, Raincoats. (B/W thingy.). The PASSWORD...so we don't get "publicly hacked" IS: "The RAIN in SPAIN? U say, "It doesn't RAIN in Spain!" Then I say, "Never trust a Man who doesn't DRINK!" And YOU say, "And keep one eye on the Non-Smokers!" Then we do the MASONIC handshake, the KANGAROO leg-whoosits, etc., and go for a beer.

.................................Yup!

Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "TOO LATE the HERO."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Too late the Hero!"

(dedicato: Sebastian Barker, POET, son of GEORGE BARKER, major-POET, author of "SPAIN!" both who I railed with in 1970s London.)

...Too late the Hero...

"A le recherche du temps-perdu" VERSUS the rigor-mortis of Tradition, that RICTUS-expression famous amongst corpses, that leaden coffin where it belongs with childhood toys, souvenirs, teenage epiphanies. Afterall U cannot take them (the old Guitars?) when U GO?

Too late the Hero. Too late that popular song...to ensure dominion -World Peace? -A travel bag, LIFE'S halfway packed, E-Tickets awaiting, E-Mail farewell rehearsals and Jazz to wail or rave about on your return?

The Labyrinth of Memory circling Time's perpetual DRAIN. Regrets, remorse? "Alors! Repetez-encore?" A sinew, a stroke of a Clerks' feathered NIB? An official Governmental STAMP? DEAD!? Yup. Again.

"A le recherche du temps perdu" (memories of past times) VERSUS the Customs/Traditions U imbibed VOMIT NOW, a swarm of serpents from your oral decay, once a symbol, a place in the Sun, that Day of Days and the Love U almost won.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Cafe-Espresso."

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Cafe-Espresso."

HOW DO WE DIE on the cusps of eternity, or sealed by a Lover's kiss, or surrounded by Lawyers or "Ju-Ju" men? Or surrounded by fawning relatives hoping for a WILL-handout, that inheritance, their impatient foot-dangling for a Patriarch who lived far too long? GOD KNOW'S Bob Dylan's song, SAD EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS, a song that lasts interminable not to mention MILTON'S "Paradise Lost". Then, to exhaust the reading public "Paradise FOUND!"?  (Foot dangling fails?)

Was it those DREARY paintings by DURER or Rembrandt, icons of artistic reconsideration, the lack of Cholera, the lack of PLAGUE-would nothing immediate take U away? Is there no WIT or final WISDOM to skip U on your way, a last PULSE! -No AXE or broadsword! Let's call in SALIDIN with a Scimitar, maybe an accomplished SAMAURI? A last resort, Lucrezia BORGIR, pretty Poison. Leastways a madrigal? (Medieval Music.), Elevator music?

MURDER-MURDER, Murder my Sweet. The night is young, but blood will bleed. Alibis R a dozen-a-dime. And blood like TRUTH, OUT! OUT! OUT! How do we DIE, no whimper but a shout. SCREAMING our life's story into eternity! And the music plays. People swan across the dance floor daze. A heart's dagger here or there. Who's to say what kills a Soul?

HOW DO WE DIE? Restless yet, perhaps longing-still for the ones we have loved. Baptismal fonts & gravestones measure our daily-cafe-espressos!!

c.2023. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave DElacroix: "The EYE of ZOLTEC!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The EYE of ZOLTEC!"

...Carries a DIAMOND (big sucker) pendant round his neck. He's Immortal-accepting when his DIAMOND POWER runs low; Phoenix-like he must self-immolate/burn in a fire then, in a NEW AGE/ERA he's re-born, adult, a-new, in a role of HERO-righteousness, from rags, togas, to Moss-BROS suits? (Not known to carry a Firearm.)

The EYE of ZOLTAC alas is not available on a Supermarket shelf/Transformation aisle. For THAT U gotta consult your OWN INNER-GIG, asking yourself R U worthy of Self-Sacrifice? Don't burn yourself on the stove. Lotta  failed SUICIDES out there!

The EYE of ZOLTEC (a Comic strip-1960s) for School kids to fantasize on par with all ancient MYTHS, does this Phantom exist, a HUMAN FRAME-TIME TRAVELLER who, episodic/edition Comic after Comic must BE consumed by fire to be re-born? MAN as PHOENIX?

The EYE of ZOLTEC (Zoltek?). A Mayan God? Or the name of a Pub? A Gurdjieff, P.D.Ouspensky, Nietzsche, a mythological="Principia-Mathematica" to guide the "Populi" away from the Greek Gods, French Nouveau-Cinema-NOIR, the dread of Everyman-auteur-Internet? "Selfies-endemic!!!"

The EYE of ZOLTEC. An INDU, Buddhist=boogaloo. A reincarnation, a foot in a stranger's shoe? A LIE in a TRUTH; no doubt money is involved as the Queen of Sheba (no known photograph) danced with King Soloman, busy slicing in 2 the body of a child claimed by 2 Mommas?

The EYE of ZOLTEC (Oh boy!) Where's that HELL-FIRE!!!? I think I need to jump in!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.