OUR MAN in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "COCO!!!"

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

"COCO!"

"Here comes a candle to light U to bed. Here comes a Chopper to chop off your head!"

COCO, Coco-CHANEL, copasetic, /capisce!? Stravinsky warned Prokofiev: "Russia EATS its sons?" Everybody KNOWS, like a secret handshake it doesn't matter WHERE U R from. It only matters where U R! A COSSACKS charge into history's delirium? YOUTH can vanish in an instant! And a Song or 2 might burnish the blow of the things we never wish to know whistle Coco-Chanel's scent allows WE to think of happier Times?

"Here comes a Candle to light U to bed. Yet here comes a Chopper to chop off your head."

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "3 PHINX to Tomorrow!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: :3 PHINX to Tomorrow."

1)  That late hour SWIM in a Pool or a calming-moonlight sea, that intrinsic reflection never fixtured in its anticipation, a subjection Un heard, a Chorus yet conceived to drive away hunger, desire or greed now saturates the Mind...of Treasure, Spanish Galleons, full sail upon Life's seven seas as every grain of sand upon an exotic shore, that idyllic beach & Tomorrows possibilities. That late hour swim. That Song of U & We.

2)   ...The night was still. THUNDER, yet far-off? No lightning, no "spooky-whoo!"? Yup. The night was whatever. Birds-silent. The CATS had gone to ground; Scorpions too. The night, before the storm. Palm fronds-LANK, no breeze. The Carribean Sea. That's when WE old, exiled Pirates think of home & the Gals we left behind.

3)   What PARDON can redeem your GIG? -3 Banshees/Scottish Play on a KOP to Curse/Huzzah! Do SINS - though they cast long shadows, do they ever forgive and WHO'S to tell your tale, some IAGO!? Lonesome the "Adventurer" now marooned upon Treasure Island surrounded by GOLD but no place to spend.

(I always ask people: Do U know the way to Rivergaro or San Jose?) HAMLET had the same problem.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/ Now-BELIZE!; "Don't get STUPID when U GO DOWN."

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delcroix: :" When U GO DOWN!"

.... DON'T GET STUPID when U GO DOWN, the Grim-Reaper wants your Crown, your Stories-told, your Loves R history, Sinful OR Saint, your tapestry.

Don't get FRAGILE in your 12th hour. A Confessor, likely NO-GOOD, that mythical desire; a WILL to your Kids, a Song of desire that awash-sweeps the beach of Tomorrow? 

OR a voyage to an ISLE, ne-er knew any SORROW where UN-tainted love buttoned your waistcoat? Yet COURAGE stood U in good stead. ("AYE-CARAMBA!!!")

DON'T get STUPID in your final Hour. Don't WAIL, no use wailing. No good PRAYING: lord knows U never did. Novella "happy endings", in the aftermath, UPSTAIRS, we settin-up, a Whisky in the Jar!

 For when U come down. And the writhing of Un-certainty, the Life U have lived! DRESS-NICE! Gonna have a party! Chances R U-will be fine.

c,2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize; Dave delacroix: "We Carve their Names with Pride."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "We Carve their Names with Pride."

...The HISTORY BOOKS sing of battles & Kings, WITCHBURNERS, Ladies of Medicine, Knowledge, Intuition, Intelligence V. Superstition-Religio, the first Doctors? Their names, in sorrow, carve the SPIRIT with Pride. 

Heroines OR Martyrs, Joan of Arc, for their Life's deeds? WE sing of LADIES-FORGOTTEN! Their sacrifice, their MEMORY. We sadly "AVE!" for their lives.

We SING/HUZZAR! for the French Jewish girls, rounded-UP, ushered into train rail cars, then MARCHED by NAZIS-German-uniformed "farm boys" into an ACID-SHOWER-GAS-CHAMBER but - in CHORUS! -singing "Le Marseillaise!" Defiant in their fate!

We carve their HONOR, and ne-er FORGET with Pride.

c.2025, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix; "OTHELO!" (smokey-Bacon)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix: "OTHELLO/Smokey-Bacon!"

WHO's the DEVIL, who's the SCOURGE, who, that ORIENT DRAGON, that's tongue lips your skin? Who's the IAGO, the JUDAS-close that nestles in a pit of vipers? And if it's someplace close, a faithful "Amis", yet paranoia-EXPANDS-proportiate like an inner virus, a Traitor in your mist, a fog which U cannot kiss? 

Who's your silent NEMISIS, that un-seen GLANCE from a crowd, that yellow-jacket-jealousy somehow U aroused, a lack of intuition-far from the madding crowd, the one U cannot identify: "J'Accuse!" Days end? 

Poorer U. SMOKEY-BACON. What to do. Dresses & trinkets have no prize. And LOVE, perhaps, seriously Jaded, waves faintly from a prairie Cowboy's morning fireside where a thin line of smoke only rises into a pale Iago sky? SMOKEY BACON. WotchagonnaDO?

c.davedelacroix,

Our LAD/SPY? in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "THE GODZ!!!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "GOD!!!"

(dedicato: Elissa Guffre)

BLOODY GOD, the Gods, Roman, Greek, Persian, Inca, Mayan, bloody Budda, Abraham, the ICONS who drive we IDIOTS to Peace Or War, the "JU-JU" -Men, Priests, Rabbis, Imans, Orthodox-whatever EVER-READY, a Cultural-Societal internal BATTERIES - as long as their OWN feet don't get wet? -always on hand  to accelerate OUR oblivion & Hollywood, to feed a sugar to help the Medicine go down?

BLOODY GOD (Concept)! Last seen on a "Missing Children's" MILK CARTON sanctified with extra Vitamin "D"? Pour it over your Cornflakes-breakfast for all the good it will do? Or reach for the SKY, heaven knows, beats bowing to a carbon-based ICON, a stone, a crucifix, the one INDOCTRANATE as a Child, your elders imputed/brain-washed?

BLOODY GOD!!! That concept, that mental VACUUM, FAITH? -that culturally usurps Education, SCIENCE, LOGIC and for all the days for U remain.

I AM no-one. Neither R WE. But Whisky-galore? We'll enjoy some glee.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. I TOO have no answers.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Forgotten SEA SHANTY."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Forgotten SEA SHANTY."

Sampans, CLIPPERS, Galleons, we drank & drank, small table manners, WE forlorn SONS, a Sailors life, a "Castrones-Jinx", a crew-beware, a ship-of-WAR with 16 guns, a respected Captain, scared & bruised who would protect U from the SPIGGOT or the hanging tree?

We DRINK & Drink for evermore. The cats & Dogs-aboard do whine & ROAR within our camouflage, the Ship's "doctor" with his SAW & AXE just sometimes MIGHT save a limb or 2, or a BIBLE-handy, to save our Souls?

WE DRINK & drink, a "Privateer", cutlass & pistol, we cost 'EM dear, the PRIZE? It was all. A ZEAL without fear? A surrender or die? (Just give us the god dam money!?)

We drank our OCEAN circumnavigation/a lifetime, from the Indies to Portsmouth Sound; the Life we gave is History. Now LORE! In the end, many died, many drowned for their dreams, and a pitiful FEW came finally ashore. Port harbors, Plymouth, Honfleur, Singapore-etc., echoes resonate in portside taverns? Welsh, Scottish, Mandarin?

We drank & drank. Sailed the Seven Seas. As WE- Full circle, THE GLOBE! As for the Parson with his Clergy. The Clerk with his feathered-Pen. The "WHIGGIE" in Parliament" spouting his OATH, the Wanna-Be-Poet in his Designer Garret/Japanese Prints on exposed brick walls, the Philosopher in the Palazzo or University-Halls? 

We drank & drank. And WE sailed the SEVEN SEAS.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix..

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (Lord Borgo!): "The Naked Planet."

 Our Man n Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Naked Planet."

...There are 4 billion (& counting) STORIES on the Naked Planet...SHE lived, LOVED & died, HE-too, lived, LOVED & died. Yet their story, ne-er to be told, the passion, their hopes & dreams, their first kiss, their needs, perhaps a remembered-singular vacation when Paradise-actualized, then TEARS; who weeps for the Forgotten, station high or low (Was there a child!?), or Time's War & Peace, was there an enforced separation, a  brutal SACRIFICE, a psyche-rendered-rendezvous or a SONG to suffice, or a commemorate-BLUES? And regrets to smolder in a broken heart's furnace, how did they Soldier for as they aged, a darkling eye to sanctify. Forgotten tears for a forlorn heart?

There are 4 billion stories on the Naked Planet. It might be Yours, maybe Mine too? THIS has been one of them.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

Our MAN in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: Out of the Grave in which we lay.

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: Out of the Grave in which we lay.

....A PLATE OF Spaghetti Bolognese/CHIANTI-Classico, maybe a BAROLO, or a General Tao soup with Rice Wine, will ACTIVATE!? 

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Timbral sounds on a foggy night; The Romantics, the LECHERS, the VAMPIRES (always 1 or 2) & the Old Virgins/Cougars looking for a free lunch"

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A FLASH in a morning's MIRROR of just who U R, a period of "NEEDY", no crime we have known. Brows-furrow & smiles-smirk?

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Dance in A-MAYO, a dance thru the night, a dance on Lifes "round-a-bout" a signal OF a real-life, a dance of your desperation, a JOY & and our living dissipation?

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Plate of Yorkshire-PUF, a plate of Irish-Stew. A Scottish Bagpipes echoes through the Glen; alas: There's a BUTTON in your Solar-Plexus...But we never press it.

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN n Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. Davd Michael Oxley...on Facebook): "Quartet Rive-Gauche/RIFIFI!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Quartet Rive-Gauche-RIFIFI!"

1)..."Monsieur, Ces't Moi, le Dermatologist U have consulted; I can confirm your fingerprints/Skin-flakes R ALL over the Credit Lyonnaise' Bank Safe combination lock?  Les "Maigret's HAVE consulted me? CUT ME IN for 10% or I'll shop U to the "Maigret's"?

2)... "Chewing Gum for the Mind."

It's always tough languishing in a sad-Montmartre Hotel. I got to know "FIFI" once but, she gossips, then I got to work for "Maigret"! ( BENT-Cop!) But CIMI there's always ONE of the CREW who'll sell U out, the Bank job, the Kidnapping, who'll spill the beans to save his skin?

3)....Full MOON Still!

Smoking GITANNES drinking Calvados, card playing, POKER, dead man's hand, fortune IS a Woman-alas; desperate, or U who can DREAM of a perfect suicide? Or eternities VAULT to which U can barely, morally intrude?

4).... Reality!

(Grocery list:) Beer/Whisky, Spuds/Celery, Canes for plants, Paint for my box-appmt, CAT FOOD, ATM for - money - Phone....Before they ARREST ME!?

c.2025, dave Delacroix. Tra-La-la.

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

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize (place near Mexico): "The Candle."

R. U. WORTH the Candle? That Shakespearean-IDIOT'S tale? (Hamlet. NOBODY'S called Hamlet these days?)  R. U. devout TO your own Soul? Do U. "Kabuki" (Japanese-Theatre) sword fight, do battle with your CONSCIENCE to the left or TO the right, is it courage or folly that drives U. ON -conveyed by a luxury yacht or an ever-circling Caracol in-sight of Treasure Island? R.U. WORTH the Candle...before it expires?

(VACUUM!)

The turmoil, URGENCE bubbles above & below; chaos or harmony, war & peace. A pretty dance we lead as the Candle dissolves.

c.2035. Aug. Corozal-Belize, Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa. (2.11 a.m./gettin low on Whisky!)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "The Black Mirror."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix, "The Black Mirror."

...MIRROR-MIRROR on the WALL just WHO is the fairest of them All? I ask U in confidence, ZIPPO-LIPS, if U spill the Beans your Wings R clipped!

 Mirror-Mirror on the wall, talk "cold-turkey" or ya GO to an antique junk yard!'

My LADY-BLACK QUEEN I will answer U true, it's true, i have always had my suspicions, relative your "altruism", the stone falling from the Palace Tower, the funny-tasting split-Pea Soup, the weird Minestrone, the Mulligatawny served frigid? 

And the boiling SALAD accented with Garlic/Arsenic?

And the EMPORER with a tummy-ache? He might recover.

MIRROR-MIRROR on the WALL I am, here-in .... the fairest of them All? Standby. I'm on another Call" (A cargo of Cosmetics Arriba!)  "I'll get BACK to U!"

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Swimming-Pool!"

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

WE DIVE into the SWIMMING POOL, a David Hockney-BIGGER-SPLASH!... with all our JOYS & all our REGRETS. We remember past loves, past great "imagio" as the icy-chilly waters skim our bodies, sometimes our Souls? We DIVE to remember, we dive to forget, we dive to wash away our Virtues & Sins. We DIVE as a retribution, a "flagellation-sans whipping", we dive, away from the Black Death, the PLAGUE of which we HAVE - a-feared-possibly - inherited? We DIVE for JOY, that we still R free or R somehow CLEAN from the Past? We DIVE thank God, that WE can still Dive! Outside of Guilty, Innocence, Greed, Demand, into the POOL as Tomorrow commands. SPLISH-SPLASH!? ...Where's "John the Baptist" when U need him!?....(Answer:) On Public Radio in the USA's Southern States/EVANGELISTS RADIO-TV, money-grubbers abound! A Zillion $$$$$s fools Swimming Pool!

"C'mon Sister! Let that $100 bill slip out of your hands? Give it to JESUS!?"Credit Card Number?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a, Davis Michael Oxley on Facebook): "Seven Samauri!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix,: Seven Samauri!"

...DO YOU REMEMBER ya MOMMAS' SCENT, the swish of her frock, her KITCHEN, the smell, her hustle & bustle, the Chow-Mein, RICE!!!... those beans & Rice, Tabasco, those bacon & eggs-buttered, Toast on the side OR steaming PORIDGE, a Scottish "morr", or a hot Kubaska, fresh bread evermore or hot-dumpling/meat gravy, back from school or toil, your hunger-craving, the SCENT of Onions, Ginger & Garlic?

DO U REMEMBER your 1st heart string, your GLADNESS, a sexual awakening, she FOLLOWED U? Sweet Juanita, Sally, BABUSKA, or that INVISBLE young lady now a Waitress in Shang-Hai? .... HER HEART TOO, now a memory, a MOMMAS' KITCHEN not to be denied of Love, she still recalls your love?

Yet like a future Love, I gota go tomorrow to the BANK's Cash-machine. Cash available? Probably not! And merciless, the SEVEN SAMAURI appear on the horizon to compound our sad-ass Souls! Do I lay in my OWN ashes or find that Young Lady again?...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: REQUIEM/FAURE.

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: Requiem-Faure!

...I have it on good authority (Policeman's report: "Has I was proceeding down Perfume-Ever-Lasting-Street in Kowloon/Hong-Kong" that G. FAURE (Composer?) I heard had actually emigrated to France. His Police Dosier says he was half Turkish/half Cantonese, an American SPY (Aren't they all?) and had a premonition that IN PARIS he had every chance of being assassinated by the Soviet's K.G.B (so many R), but prior to his demise he self-composed this REQUIEM? This of course was back in the 1800's. It's HARD to know what kind of Anarchist/Patriot he WAS other than scrutinizing his foregone Requiem, which is ON Utube, paying attention to the aria: Libero Mi, (I wanna be free & just dance!?) which might also be a suicide note?

Gabriel Faure's Opus 48 Complete/best recording! -on utube. A Crimebuster's fave suicide note!

(after thought/need to go shopping?)

SPUDS/Celery

Sodas

VODKA/Milk

Spaghetti & Sauce

GLAD bags!

OK. That's IT!

c.2025, dave delacroix.

Our Man EUROPE/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The ALLUVIAN!"

 

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

(dedicato: Sarah B. Solo.)

....IN THE ALLUVIAN (changing-chemistry) evening .....my prospect, thinking of U? Lost Loves, NEW FOUND Loves, this Life-EVER drives us to wear new Shoes?

 Plimsouls', Converse, Sandals, Oxfords, Brogues, FILP-Flops, and IN "apres" LOVE just WHERE DO these SHOES all go!?...

Along with the Zippos, the cheap earrings, lipstick-giz, a  mountain of failed Mascara-tubes, shorties, panties, old-kimonos, TU-TU's worn out, bloody "Dicky-bows", TUXEDOES, and that forgotten Song still in your head?

In the Alluvium  (changing-whoosit) of a MOMENT an intrinsic-smile, when U brush that heat from out your face, yet U stare your friends beguile who see your inner moment but not sure just what it means, a SEA inside your TEMPEST, if only, actually, they could see? 

c. dave delacroix. August. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): ""The BLUE ROOM."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, "The Blue Room."

...IN the BLUE ROOM,  she says, "Do U mind if I don't take off my Silk stockings?" A ROOM, a dream. I shook a weary head.

 A Blue Room, in L'Hotel, in CASIS, 20km from Marseilles, "Bouillabaisse"" on-tap? (I wrote about this in my 1st. Novel: "ROMAN HOLIDAY"/Google? Copy around someplace.). She wanted money of course. Everybody's need, but WE, (Silk-whoosits & MIO) this night,  never got it ON as FRENCH Hotels, their chambers/rooms  have "paper-thin" WALLS? So SHE & I drank good local Vino, smoked some "Dobie" played :SNAP!" & and laughed both our ASSES off listening to the amorous debacle going ON on either side of our Chamber!...Then, we being a tad in our CUPS started vocally-imitating our Hotel neighbor's "Sexual Soundtrack"?... (A Double=Album on ONE side?): "Daddy-DADDY!, and "WHIP my Bateau!?"

Checking OUT of the BLUE ROOM, the L'Hotel, the next morning, "Silk-Stockings" ($50 n change) having departed pre-dawn?... I got some HARD STARES from the Hotel's fellow Guest, Cafe-Petite Déjeuner, sipping/nibbling anger-flushed, lounging in the Reception. I kept my OWN voice to a Checkout-whisper!

Weeks later I DID send a Postcard (mid-90s) to the Hotel-Concierge requesting the same Hotel Room for the next BOULE Tournament!....OH! Did I not mention? CASIS has a Boule Festival. From your private Plaza Square hotel-balcony U can enjoy Champion BOULE players compete? And in ROOMS adjacent (d"dans les Hotel Chambres") U can HEAR Balls Click!? My favorite is the BLUE ROOM.

CLACKETY-CLACK!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix

Our Manin Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Feng-Swei!!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Feng-Swei!"

..."Feng-Swei" (cool karma) too late? A Lover's dagger in YOU? Or HER!? Bloodied ,  too late, UN-established, an epitaph, a MESSIAH-concerto,, a SAMOURI-blade  in a "Kabuki" face!? A Shakespeare sonnet about the  Love-U denounce; who knows where that Eastern wind blows...across your Liver?...A cold kiss, yet still hearts R brave? And She?

A "Feng-Swei",  the guilt, perhaps her CURSE? A latent KHARMA, an epitaph, a Messiah-REQUIEM-concerto for your Passing? A Sampan (boat-thingy) to the OTHER-side, coins placed upon your eyes, (ancient GREECE) a serenity for U but the Ferryman's price?

FENG SWEI too late, a Confucius lament, some SONG half-remembered, a postscript to Fate. As new CHILDREN re-build for a new FENG-SWEI, THEIR Tomorrow? And that wicked wind, Cloud-Cumulus Sciroccos, THAT SONG! Yours? Or someone U knew? Did U make her Happy? Or did U make her BLU?

FENG=SWEI,  around & around, that Song of Songs that U have found; regrets R worthless but lessons learned, Philosophy or drunkenness-always an options? Circle & Circle as we MUST & DO; your "Feng-Swei" never going to let go of U....

c.2025. DaveDelacroix. (Mandarin: :Sher-Sher!)

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

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

...As MOST aficionados of THIS BLOG realize, I secretly work for SPECTRE, James Bond's NEMISSIS (Devil ORB. Com)...Always tough wearing a "hoodie" in Rome in August? Stalking that Tuxedo Fricking-Smoothie-Dude with apparently too much money? And trying to "knock him OFF," James B. with shoe-needles (Lotte Lenya), ODD-JOB's and various poisons? So far probably due to John Barry's wicked Soundtracks J.B. prevails? Uncanny! Am thinking of sleeping-WITH/turning Miss Moneypenny to plant an explosive in J.B's Trilby? Suggestions? Machetes "avec" Roulette, somehow seem out of style.

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a on Facebook, David Michael Oxley): "All thru da Night!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "All thru da Night!"

...All thru the night in the MIND'S eye an arrow targets a bullseye, our Soul, bespoke no doubt in its pretensions & secret anonymity, a cloak & dagger melodrama yet with no clues, a Jack the Ripper who came & went, an America-undiscovered? 

All thru the night, a "V" for Vengeance that never quite made it: All thru the Night, the story of me & U. "WHO? (Rilke) "In the order of Angels?"...can now hear our screams?... As a new dawn arrives to belittle our insignificance, an old song, OUR SONG, on the radio to wipe away Life's tears?

(Where's the bloody Whisky!!!)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Old Friends."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Old Friends."

Searching for a TUNE that leads U to da Blues, goes around and round, no direction, something UN-found, a spark in the dark, a ring of a distant bell, a memory that reminds U of Hell, not forgotten, that haunts all your yesterdays, Postcards arriving like ghosts instead of sorry-assed E-mails? How's the Times a 'changing? The water getting too high when U face your LIFE'S great dance & look it in the EYE?

Jokes abound of course. All rivers flow to the sea. Break out the playing cards/a bottle of Vino. Let's BE how we used to be. Being COOL is not requisite, but WE old friends can shuffle-along?

"HEY!!! GOD DAMMIT! U played that Ace of Spades TWICE!!!" (lol).

c. 2025, dave delacroix.

OUR LAD in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Where GONE my Moon?"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Where gone my Moon?"

...Where gone my Moon, where gone my love, to New York City? Where gone Life's ORIGAMI, my heart, now I, a LORD JIM, to Shang-Hai, Hong-Kong or some doomed Yangtse river lullaby that I cannot fathom?

DO YOU know the way to San Jose? Let me know when U find it, post it on a napkin, spit on it/stick it to your kitchen wall for then WHERE to BOW or feel sorrow, a "9-11" to my Soul.

Where gone my Moon? Where goes LOVE, an Elephant's Walk, a sanctuary of Soul that outsides OUR dimension, a ROAR from the Goal!

c.2025. Dave the Rave.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Love's Scream!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, "Love's SCREAM!"

So SLEEP, perchance to DWEEM, perchance to SCREAM, an Edvard MUNCH epiphany, that wrestled-thought, OILED, gripping, lunging, crowd-roaring, Gladiatorial, Death or Victory? A FUCK YOU for your mindless-INFINITY, where, possibly, U belong?

So SLEEP, your WOES, your Victories, your conquests, your "fashions", your insecticides that banished socialite-Un-worthies? Who but GOD cares for your SOUL? Who covets, the Devils within U roils? And as for your dressmaker, your chaperone, that KISS; a Taxi to the OPERA, an aria in the mist?

So SLEEP, I must make an appointment. A rendezvous. I must SLASH my wrists, paint blood on Church-walls. A RIVER in which to drown, a furnace in which to burn. A life LIVED without Love stumbles into anonymity, invisible; so best sleep, those who can. Love's SCREAM, inaudible, for now from ear to ear.

c.davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Gringo Lane."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Gringo Lane."

ON GRINGO LANE, Limeys, Yank-Canute EX-PATS, lonely specimens, aging Men from Rock & Roll, Hollywood-career-Wars? Culinary half Mexican, served his apprenticeship in Lyon-France? A SARGASSO SEA, a Cultural debris washed UP on Gringo Lane. 

On Gringo Lane a libid, pre-skeletal Elephants Walk, where memory dies, Men's MEMORY tusks might be found in E-Mails to their daughters or the built/creation of a CATAMARAN, never destined to sail the Sea.  Just WHO, if I have not found Love, who can I be?

On Gringo Lane a guitar chord resonates, the hollow-horror of my tropical isolation resonates, my days R done, where-in I lay to pass these days....Maybe I'll get ROCKY to trim these damned palm trees? Will my LOVER ever come back again?... So I slip into the swimming pool... On Gringo Lane.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave Delacroix: LAURA! -The Naked City!!! (Screenplay/Narrative for future Corozal Short-Film Group.)

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "LAURA! -The Naked City!!!"

.... WALDO SLIT the THROAT of (goodnight:) IRENE. She had no time to compose a suicide note, all bets were off, leastways, a long shot. Her SCREAM wrapped in "silencio", a Chicago Raincoat dumped in the L.A. River? 

Lotta bad things happened back then in 1940's HOLLYWOOD, the BLACK DAHLIA, whores, gigolos, Power-Brokers, their grandsons, still there, a GRINDHOUSE of predators, "Weinstein" devils ROAM?...And mostly with limited culinary skills?

IRENE? Infact her name was LAURA. It was a Dumb-fuck WALDO (Film Director) who had killed the wrong Babe? She (LAURA) had, possibly, yet to be later STRANGLED....  

(Waldo:) " My Dear? If I cannot have U then no-one can!"

(Laura:) :OH!!! So who IS this corpse on da floor?"

(Waldo:) "Can I off er U a dry Martini...before U depart this life?"

(Laura:) "With an olive perhaps?"

(Waldo:) "Sophistication departs reality I fear?"

(Laura:) "The babe on the rug?"

(Waldo:) "I mistook her for U."

(Laura:) "Lucky for ME Waldo!? .... I strap on this ELECTRIC, BATTERY-POWERED LAWN MOWER. It'll take your head CLEAN OFF!!!"

(Cops bust in/arrest Waldo.)

(Waldo:) "Can I cop a plea!?"

,,,,There R 8 million stories in the NAKED CITY. ...THIS has bin one of dem.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix, Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a, David Michael Oxley...on Facebook): "DOUBLE-INDOUBTABILITY!"...the screenplay/narrative.

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Double IN doubt-ability!" (screenplay/narrative): DOUBLE-INDOUBTABILITY!

"Double-IN doubt-ability!"

"...At the Funeral they didn't sing they just whispered "Danny-Boy". They had hired a Scottish BAG-Piper - AWOL - he had Asmah -Kilt & All, a carrot up his ass, he didn't show? Not too many (mourners) knew the words, (Danny-whoosits) all 3.5 of them, the Priest, the wife, the Stiff's daughter. I hung back but we hummed, seemed respectful like a Greek salad after a gone-South SUSHI in a Maigret raincoat? Coupla' gawkers?...

Was it raining? Go figure. An echo of Baudelaire's internment too; an "Invitation to a Voyage?"...WHATEVER!!!

 There were TWO murderers at the graveside, Life Insurance profiteers. One was WANDA the deceased Wife, the other the Insurance-Agent, for "ACME-U-B-DEAD/We got U covered/Hope-not!? -Insurance Co." .... That would be Me? The daughter, now a penniless orphan. Some sauce-see=A? The Goose SEEMED cooked! Forget the Priest. Priests R always somehow Origami?

......In Cemetaries there's always a YORRICK, a newfound, un-earthed SKULL, a conscience or a John Donne's newfoundland-hooker-epiphany? But shame on shadows, what NOBLE/King can "Gilde", make ghastly ornate-GUILT'S Lily? It HAS been done!

GUILTY, brutal, hard to look a (daughter) penniless, fatherless Victim in the eye? As gentle as a Faun?....... Even harder to AVOID looking at my Co-conspirator/Co-murderer, the WIFE; eyes buried in mud mascara under a jet-black veil? Certainly, NO victory/no IWO JIMA flag-raise-HUZZAH!!! ...Dark Blankets, History, Scrolls? Murder prevails. Shakespeare BLEEDS this lyric?

We'd fallen in LOVE; her hubby was an abusive/cheap ass ailing BASTARD... And anchoring my heart, she had me round her little finger/HOT PUSSY, money, all the usual vices. She wore me down, So I succumbed & got on-board, fool that I AM, I joined Histories' wicked hoards? I'd WALKED out of the light INTO a passion like a blinded Knight. A Devil's Crusade. "La belle dame sans merci."

WE, WANDA & I, whilst he wasn't LOOKING, we threw him off the California-Zephyr -Chicago to L.A. (Big train/Club Car). He was D.O.A. when his head hit the RAILS/a Cargo-Freight train came along & finished the gig? After that we just met in Drugstores, accidentally but THEN the bitch wanted to "whack" the daughter! -She had INSURANCE on the Kid too!?  .. Guess what, at the price of my OWN liberty, my tomorrow, for my own SOUL ...... Too many ???? marks...Too many doubts?......U KNOW what I had to do...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EURPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The NEEDING!"

 Our Man In Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Needing."

(dedicato: Elizabeth Grant,)

"The Needing/Trouble is our Business."

IS THERE DISPAIR in your lullaby, that inner-cherish, that wrong gone wild, a tap-dance-universal which ICONS your zeal, a BHUDDA in your Liver, your Kidneys to wash away all sins?

Is there a lightning BOLT awakening your Soul that scares U FRIGID yet somehow makes U whole? Is there a "joy de vie" that; a dance thru Life, a majesty yet to define?

And Palm fronds grow as DO they shed, immortality, as an idea in your head?... Like the NEEDING for Tomorrow which sustains our pulse, a song, a poem, a tune, we thrive? As trouble is our business.

Is there a wicked rancor, a shriek of horror or laughter to shatter Life's determined Timeline? An ORBIT out of sync that no scientist nor philosopher can conceive? Coffee? High Tea? HAPPY HOUR! For I know we will always disagree?... Yet uncannily, unlike most Powers that BE....we TWO....live in Peace.

c.2025. davedelacroix. (Just bought some Chicken & Seafood to share.)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Sleep till Brooklyn, Pt 2."

 NO SLEEP till BROOKLYN, part 2

(dedicato: Carol Aniello.)

NO SLEEP till Brooklyn, gigs U wanna or don't wanna go. No sleep to Nirvana, that place, Curry-flavored, that drives U colonistically (WOW!) with desire? No sleep till Brooklyn, over the sea, a Fame or Holly-wood, some place U will never see. No sleep till Brooklyn, your Lady she lies, warmth, in your arms. No sleep till Brooklyn, there lays your WIRE. No sleep till Brooklyn, I'll rip off my shirt. No sleep till Brooklyn. under a Manhattan illusion shadow. PHEW!!!?

....On the OTHER HAND....We can always "Party" with a bottle of NIGHTRAIN on the Staten Island Ferry? Back & forth. There's-that?

c.2025. dave Delacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix;: LONDON ZOO, Regents Park."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "LONDON ZOO, Regents Park."

(dedicato: Rene Jr @ Natural Mystic Tiki-Bar, Corozal-Belize.)

Looks like I'm getting-a CAGING, no more a-wild rover, getting spoon-fed THROUGH BARS/ been biting at the Zoo's VISITORS, like I give a Maceral or a Monkey's ass? DEMENTIA-CITY!!! Guess, like EVERY PSCHO I can put it down to lack of infantile lactate suckling, financial-inability to afford prescription spectacles, a large foreskin, a lack of rejection-recognition; DAMNED If I don't qualify as a CEREAL-MUNCHIE!? (WOT!? No plastic toy in da box!? -I got robbed!!!). See wot a'mean?

SOooo-hard to roll a tobacco cigarette, when your hands, uncontrollably tremble (blame the Whisky!) and U try do it with your toes? Ask me another time to read your Palms, both of Em, when I don't have STINK-FOOT? But I can still baptize U in my swimming pool? WE R - STILL- the PEOPLE!!! (Song by Empire of the Sun). Every Song U loved goes with us to Valhalla! U cannot write them all?

Look's like, forget "all our yesterdays", all my TOMORROWS, they're gonna keep me in a CAGE, the CAGED-DAVE, $10 a-peep. Dementia-Central! Maybe he'll wag his tail? Signs & Wonders! And Angels or Devils transport to where we terminate, clothed in frayed riches in the final Court of Destiny? Better keep those fingernails clean, perhaps STILL a Princess yet to meet in that caged-lonely castle-tower we, alas, R destined to reside? As Hopes Pied-Piper leads a gesture of a bright Tomorrow. HOOP=LA. Fillet-mignon thru the cage-bars. My implant dentures sparkle in your gaze.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "Some of these days,,,"

Our Bloke in Europe/'Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Some of these days."

(dedicato: Greg Perez)

Some of these days, "au munchen taghen" (GER.) I will go to CATHAY, I will go, like Marco Polo to CHINA, that cauldron of Intelligence & rub shoulders with that DYNASTY of KNOWING?  One of these days I will RE-visit the days of my Youth, yet I will find only ASHES as we do. Sone of those days, love still beckons to a Yesterday, a Soul tug-of-war. Yesterday's shoes, yesterday's clothes, a MUSEUM of memory now laundered into infinity, beyond recall like an old "Selfie"? Where's ya BELLA now!? -U ask; sometimes too, SHE asks the same questions -Lonesome just like U? Some of these days, a Summers rain; despite ALL U feel like U made it, whatever that IS. Some of these days, maybe I WILL go to CATHAY. I will go to China. Tomorrow is all 'bout meeting new friends & the gift of your spirit shared. Some of these days my friends. Some of these days. To Cathay Someday. That ship awaits. And Tomorrow's shoes!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "DEMENTIA!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Dementia."

(dedicato; Elizabeth Grant, Mon Coeur)

...When the RAIN comes... friends come & go, when your eyesight fails, U gotta go slow. When the RAIN comes, ya need to grip the steering wheel. No-one will notice 'cept U? When the RAIN comes, remember, just try, those 1 0r 2 friends who sticking with U, you feel, God knows why -U say,, arrogant: "oh Jesus, I am not worthy!" But they will smile at U? When the RAIN comes, whilst I still can REMEMBER, to make a pot of fresh Coffee, for my friends and a shot of whisky on the side. Somehow, I can STILL perceive our social origami?  But when the RAIN comes, let it pour. Yet let it bless my friends for evermore.

c.july/2025. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Yellow River."

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix -a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "THE YELLOW RIVER!!!"

(dedicato: Sergie, R.I.P.) 

The Yellow River

Me & my Spittoon, like T.S.Eliot or wanna dem Poet fricks in 1950s CLOTHED in Tweed s, my "life, measured in coffee spoons", not like Dylan Thomas, POET, a fellow functioning drunk, not posted, as we MUST, for longevity, a SAMPAN floating down a YELLOW river, nobody at the helm?

Me & my Spittoon, lonesome Bar, USA "football/Forty-Nine=ers versus the Lads outta BOSTON,(BULLS!?)  rigging a gig/score/predictable & as TUTU Bellas flirting the Saloon Bar, hunting for a security blanket, keyhole Kids, out in the alley awaiting supper?

Me & mah spittoon, chain smoking, wondring how low, how long my money will last, maybe I can run a TAB on this life? Maybe Budweiser, Scotch Whisky will run out? Maybe that girl, I always think about, one day will not forget me?

Me & mah spittoon, throat-cancer SPIT-SPIT-SPIT! (Hence the spittoon?) The 49ers R up by 6 points? BOSTON team have summoned a Catholic Priest. A little OFFSIDE me-thinks like giving the team an extra line of Coke? But then in life all bets R off. What's fair is foul, no fear nor favor...words U hear that hang around?

YO! Just ME & faceless Bartender//absolutely no character/wants to steal my change? The spittoon, SULKING, yet WHOA!!! Just look what walked IN, the bar's swinging louvre doors!?...DOBBEE-DO, HERE I GO AGAIN!!!'...The Yellow River.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Whoosits, Dave Delacroix; "Yangtze River."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Yangtze River."

Just leave me alone, I want to BE alone. I am NO-ONE, nobody U met me in the town, in rain or snow but please leave, leave me alone. I am OLD or fragile, maybe I have BEEN abused by fate but please step OUT of my STEP; I walk solitary, I walk in my OWN dignity, I am independent, I pay my bills? Just leave me alone. My Song, U will never hear, a Cantonese Lover's song for my Love who died so young. Just leave Me alone. Just let me BE alone...As by the Yangtze River, now years later I sing of past Joys, a Lover's song....

c.2025 Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "ELECTRA in the Morning!"

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "ELECTRA in the Morning."

GOOD old MOON, giving light at night, taking care of Tides, a ROCK in interstellar flight, inspiration of POETS, romantic mood, a Muse to inspire the Wise, the Fools? Good old Moon, to inspire or direct Seamen to conquer/navigate the World> Good old Moon, shine on.

Good old MOON, a ROCK in inter-stellar space, yup, it's cold out there, yet U circle, a universal stare. And if we ignore U, we rabid offence? We FOOLS hope U don't leave Us to our own devisers?

Good old MOON. I sing a song to U. Never leave. Never quit your midnight song. LADY MOON? Be a .... Cool Moon, Cool Moon, Cool Moon. Universal wisdom, still UN-tapped to wrench whilst we wage war, cannibalize, wreck this paradise you've seen before, with the SUN, no need to shed a tear.

Good old MOON. Forgive us. As a child, 1969, big-deal/APOLLO-something? -we smeared your lunar complexion with absolutely NO invitation!? Good old Moon, folks down HERE know what they do! I say to YOU, good old MOON, we'll sort it out, maybe someday soon! I'll do my BEST good old MOON!...

ELECTRA, Princess of TROY, prophesying the fall of Troy/ancient Greek-gig was recorded on an 8-track (c.450 BC.) wailing this "Moon-Chant" into a primitive microphone.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "I walked into the Sun!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "I walked into the Sun!"

...I walked into the Sun, a Panama hat, feet thru my sandals: HOT COALS! A delirium, maybe it was the Whisky-my dehydrated Soul? Maybe many things, past bruises & stings? Where did I GO so long ago before I walked into the Sun?

I walked into the Sun. Nobody held my hand, no Fear nor Favor, no clutch to restrain/to wring my Heart? Just basic despair, "economy-brand" that tattoos a gangster of Love, left with the tide, beached, and no place to hide?

I walk into the Sun, a twilight fright....to shrivel...in eternities night! Poets & Songsters will sing my glory, glory-fleeting in the memory of none. A silence-ROARS!!!

I walked into the Sun. Like any fool? A Panama hat. Sandals or Italian hand-made shoes? ICARUS with wings made of wax, before he flew. A kiss to a girl, a fond-rendezvous, I took my arrogance, my wit & flippancy into GOD'S chamber. I walked INTO the Sun. Yet lonely glow.

c.2025/dave delacroix/Lord Borgo.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE; (For 5-East-Peasy Movie.Script:)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, for "5-Easy-Peasy" movie Script... (Scene 5-ish) SCRIPT for DAVE SMITH & ROCKY HINDS. ......Jo-K & M-K paddling upstream to find Kurtz.

....paddle-paddle-paddle.

(Joseph-K:)

"So MAKUMBA/w-machete took me UP tributary of the ZAMBONI...This Native, Makumba, paddling-along, prattled-on about the Local JU-JU-men, local jungle legends. His BIG warning - Anaconda reptiles/Crocodiles was mostlty a fear about CIRCE, some jungle QUEEN renown for killing any Strangers HEART! BEWARE he warned, do NOT stop on the river where she is Queen?...(He spun some tales?)...."There was CYCLOPS. He lasted 10 minutes! -Escaped with only one eye? The Lesbo Queen of Sheba! 5 Minutes? The Corleone-Twins? About 2 seconds! SO many more?"

(Makumba:) 

"We do NOT linger here!"

(J-K;)

"So why R U so scared!?"

(MK:)

"She cut off my left Test-Tackle but let me live!!!"

(J-K:)

"Mein got!!!"

c.davedelacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: (WENDY!)) I AM ATHENA, Goddess of the GODS!

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, I AM ATHENA!

I am Athena, Goddess of the Gods, TRAVELLER who pass on by... beware the tales of who/how they died, sinew-twisted, hearts-broken, a river of dead Souls?....So GO THEN to thy Destiny. Beyond, a tomorrow lies your sticking post!

c.davedekaxroix, 2025

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

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

Lotta TUNES stick in your mind, Beethoven's Ode ta Joy, Sinatra's Strangers in the Night, and maybe JACKIE BLUE, song by the OZARK MOUNTAIN DAREDEVILS, a band outta Missouri? Their best rendition, incidentally, showcased on the BBC TV, Old Grey Whistle Test/U can google? JACKIE BLUE, original concept, some Drug Dealer in some Kansas Music Roadhouse, composed, the boys turned it (the song/concept) quite perfectly and put it in a Pop Song jar!

THESE LADS like Steeleye Dan, CSN&Y, America or the EAGLES would-a made it BIG TIME but HOLLYWOOD & MISSOURI don't mix, the BOYS pretty much in their "cups" when Hollywood "Bigshots" came to vivisect their potential? JACKIE BLUE. OK with Me & U. Hollywood, as usual, missed the BEAT!

c.2025. dave delacroix..

 

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

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "PEKING DUCK!" (A World PEACE Song!)

(Chinese Restaurant setting:) "Peking Duck. I'll have that."

SO solly Sir. It NOW called Beijing Duck."

"So what!"

"...Problem with big Mandarin in China!"

"OK. Mandarin-Duck!"

"No-Sir. Beijing-Duck!"

"We talking SOUP, right?"

(Voice from next table/RUSSIANS:)

"VE call it Duck-Stroganoff!"

IT"S WAR!!!

(French tableau:)

"Monsieur? Le Pate soupe fra gras, je insist!"

IT'S WAR!!!

(German Table:)

"Tode-Duck STRUGAL, mein got!"

IT'S WAR!!!

(Italian table:)

"Whatsa da matter? Polo-MINESTRONE!!!"

IT'S WAR!!!

(Belizean table/It's a large restaurant...)

"Mumbo-jumbo - in CREOLE- Let's EAT!"

IT'S WAR!!!

(USA TABLE:)

"U guys gotta Cheeseburger!?"

IT'S WAR!!!!

(English table:)

"Can we get some napkins, knives & folks? These chopsticks-things, quite impossible!"

IT'S WAR!!!

(IRISH table:)

"WE call it COME & GET IT! We wrote a bunch of ballads don't U know?"

IT'S WAR!! BLOODY!! 

(Polish table;)

"We call this Soup: Keep us in suspense? Service here is miserable!"

IT'S WAR!!!

(Jewish table:)

"Does it come with bread?"

IT'S WAR!!!

(Arab table.... busy bowing down, east, to Mecca, the kitchen, missing out on the free Lo-Mein..."

IT'S WAR!!!

(Brazilian Table - phew! - tired of the slow table service they just get up & do the SAMBA!)

IT'S WAR!!!

(Mexican table:)

"TEQUILLA!!!"

IT'S WAR!!!

(Taiwanese table:)

"We just call - soup - Ducky-Ducky?"

IT'S WAR!!!

....Meantime, a bus load of Japanese tourists in Jean Gabin raincoats happily waiting outside in the rain for a table. Yet STILL I addressed my Chinese waiter: 

"OK. I just wanted some SOUP....Think I'll go for the WON-TON?

"So solly. We don't call soup WON-TON anymore, it's called........"

IT'S WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize/OWNER of the Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa. 5 dble rms, pool, A/C, 3 full-service kitchens, secured parking, close to downtown, Bayshore drive:/Corozal-Belize; U can google. See Y'all on Campus & let me know how ya next PEKING DUCK-Humanity? -hopefully/PEACEFULLY works out! Hugs & Kisses.

OUR Man in eUrope, Dave Delacroix/Belize, Dave Delacroix: :CROCADILE!" OUR NEW CORAZAL FILM GROUP MOVIE.

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "CROCADILE!"/New Corozal Film Group Movie.

CROCODILE!!! (Transgender)

''..1 was outta lunch, outta work, working on my foot-dangling, at the ANAL LOUNGE, the "C" was missing from its street-NEON on Canal Street; it's in VENICE by Santa Monica where the debris meets the sea? The phone rang; "Lionel" handed it to me. WANDA-Goldberg, Hollywood Celeb on the line:... her pet TRANSGENDER-CROC had been kidnapped; 6-feet long, lived in her swimming pool, wore a pink TUTU and a $10,000 Diamond NECKLCE?... I got $500 per plus expenses so I committed to the Gig, my Utility bills were breathing down my neck, Credit-Union, the POOL-GUY's wages after my nuts. TOYOTA, repossession of my sad ass 4x4?

."...For coming, Missie-Goldberg says, I said, do you have a photo of the CROC, preferably in "situ", eating a stray dog, some Kid in the Cot? But also STILL, R U married, do U have a Gigolo?"

(Wanda-Goldberg/her name is WANDA, or Wendy. -responds:") "U INSULT ME!?

(Mio:) "U called ME, I didn't call U?"

(Wanda:) "My chauffeur DRIVES me!?"

(Mio:) "He left town/huh-hu? "..."Did he OWN a Persian rug?"

(Wanda:) "He LEFT on Wednesday. British. Has an affiliation with a Sheffield football Club?"

(MIO:) ' But the Diamond-CROC is AWOL, your BUTLER is dead?"

(Wanda:) "i was sleeping!!!"

(Mio;) " Cool alibi."...

(Next scene driving Lizzies truck/goggles!)

...So HOT on the TRAIL of the illicit Trans-Reptile trade "avec" a $10,000 necklace I hit "Little-Italy", thinking "Cosa-Nostra"/secret handshakes, maybe FREE-MASONS, etc?"

Leonardo "X" at the Cafe, locally known has "Cafe Backstabber! /Bring your own .38. Special"...

"LEO! Mia Amico! I am-a-looking for a misplaced, 8-foot-longi, green-thinga in a Pink TUTU wearing $10,000 of diamondo!?"

"Ah, Fratello! Espresso por favor?"

"DIAMONDS LEO. PINK TUTU!!!"

"...Amah not wearing. Espresso?"

"DIAMONDS!"

"....Talk-a with Bela-Flamina, my wife!"

(CROCODILE SCENE 3/LEO'S wife:)

'.... Crocodile. Diamonds?"

(LEO nods to her to spill the beans.)

"...GO see JOHNNY STILLETTO, his a-wife tell me everything!"

"Johnny Stiletto?"

"Si. But see him NIGHTTIME, NO-day! He is from New York City, maybe Brooklyn. He watches TALK SHOWS on T.V. "Tempesta Da'Amore" soap opera, his-a his favorite!"

(Crocodile/Scene 4/Johnny S & Detective.)

(Johnny Stilletto all strung out/skittish)

"Do U know I have a 12inch Dick? I am very popular!?"

"I had yet to enquire Bro?"

"BITCH seduced me...the CROCODILE? He's already some smucks shoe leather! As for Diamonds? Dream on! Under your Clients MATTRESS I'd say?...I want NO part of this."

"Of what?"

"INSURRANCE FRAUD!!!"

(Crocodile/Scene 5/driving in lizzies truck, thinking aloud;)

"...It's the age-old story. A Man, a predator, a woman becomes a Cougar. R U a Man trying to be a Woman, a Boy trying/wanting to be a Girl? To be LOLA! Just as a Crocodile, envious of the butterfly? In everyone lies a secret chamber, longing, like a PHOENIX to rise out of Life's flames: Ashes to ashes?"

"That's deep." my bartender says.

"...For a Crocodile, wallowing in the mangroves, no forks or spoons, U TOO might have such desires; a penniless Mrs Goldberg, yearning for a GET-RICH-QUICK life?"

"U think?"

(Bartender scene. Detect in his CUPS!)

"....So there I was, COPS/SWAT TEAM all around the Goldberg Villa. Happens that the BUTLER, having overheard/keyhole peeper, dumped in the basement/wrapped in a Persian rug along with her late husband (big rug) who had apparently gone recently bankrupt. The Diamonds!?  Where they always were. Under the mattress.....Makes U wonder."

(Bar-T:) 'Everybody's right. That's what I always say."

"Me too."

c.2025.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, DaveDelacroix, "Road to Damascus."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Road to Damascus"

(dedicato Bengrang & Iranian Bros & Sistas! And David, Big MO & Sheba. Carol in Israel)

NOW WHEN I WAS A LUNATIC dealing with this LIFE, maybe kissing some Gal, when I was INSANE and thought all I knew from Paradise to Hell, the only ROUTE I knew, when I was a paragon of poetry & wine, when, like U, I sang only of the Divine, when I was some wannabee-Prophet/SO MANY, , babes at command who'd flock to my notoriety, maybe a catchy song, a fleeting glory upon the Stage where Magicians/Fakes/ABRCADRABA  I would CONZERT; a Devil, my death  I should have FORSEEN in Babylon? In Damascus, Death U know shadowed me.....HAFIZ-Poet to set me free?! Still, God's messenger, at some point, I received, When I was a LUNATIC, a Village Idiot, and innocence on my sleeve.  Who amongst the Angels in Christendom will hear me? Or in Islam, in sha-Allah, or a kaddish if I Now, a LUNATIC, on the road to Damascus, can I ask U for a cup of water? 

C.2025. Dave Delacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "5-Easy-Peasy." (Bar/Mystic scene)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: .5-Easy-Peasy" (Bar/Mystic Scene)

LIZZIE: (Bar Maid, wiping glasses, droning-away to JDW/Doctor Hunter, slumped on bar.)

"...Yeah, that's how I lost my 3rf husband...Did I tell U I almost married Baron KURTZ? Strange fella. Piles of money too. Or so I thought? He drank in HERE before heading up the ZAMBONI...(chuckles)....to start a BICYCLE SALES venture? . Maybe fleece the local tribes?... Never seen hide nor hair of him, SIX MONTHS AGO...Left me with a $500 bar tab. Last heard, jungle-fever; he's gone out of his mind?"

c.2025, Dave Delacroix/5 Easy-Peasy.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The DEVIL'S DRAM!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Devil's Dram!"

...DID U DINK the "Devil's Dram", bottom of the Whisky Keg before U expired? Did U get to KISS Love's desire, the ONE who kept U on the wire? Did U - no eye glass, see what U had before Love's-gaze-glazed? Did U dance madly before a crowd, madly, madly, madly? Did U rue the day, the day U were born before a Life-story of folly? A curse or a blessing, a sweet sad song, an inner hunger to belong? Did U drink the "Devil's Dram", bottom of the Whisky Keg? And did the "Devil's Dram" take over U?

c.2035. Dave Delacroix, Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley -on Facebook-thingy:)....Screen play for new movie: "FIVE EASY -PEASY!"

 Our Lad in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Five Easy-Peasy!"

Narrative whilst "K" is sailing into the ZAMBONI estuary.

"WHY I undertook this strange commission, perhaps thru penury & social advantage, yet had I known!?..."

"Herr K, on recommendation from the highest levels I am instructing U to seek out my husband, the Count/Baron Alphonse-George von Hausfonsteine-Kurtz, presently - by latest reports - active in British East Africa, possibly ALSO, so I am told, upriver in the Congo? We R not certain of his SANITY, his responsibilities over our vast industrial holdings and my DIVORCE papers not least require his immediate signature. Therefore I commission U to locate the Count/Baron. I enclose recompense & a reward awaits your successful mission. -Countess/Baroness Antoinette-Maria Von Hausfonsteine."

(K arrives at riverside landing/Bar)

"IS THERE a DOCTOR HUNTER here?"

(Barflies all point:) "HIM!!!"

"Hello Dr."

"U-"K"? ..."I got a wire from the Countess/Baroness by the DRUM TELEGRAPH 2 days ago. Their percussive punctuation is atrocious! Bloody WOGS!.....MAKUMA!" - he holds up machete/ Makumba grabs it. They walk into the jungle.

(Back at the river/canal:)...Dr H: "These boys will paddle U up river. I can go no further. More than ONE white face in these parts & the DRUMS will start to beat!"

(Images/People on the river journey:)

(Photo-guy:) "Well U know - a-la Christopher Walken - KURTZ is a bit Psycho. This Bicycle-thingy, the natives love him but, YA KNOW, he's kind of weird, but he HIS cool, he kind-a exhudes kharma, but I'm kind-a scared of him? He lets me shoot Heads? And at some point I think he'll let me go? It's ALL groovey?"

(Finally meeting KURTZ sacked out in some jungle hell...apparently managing a BICYCLE REPAIR project/He's nuts:)

"The Baron/Count KURTZ I presume?"

"Wass ist lose!?"

"I bring documents..."

"How is Munchen-Gladbach doing?"

"Munchen..."
"Munchen-Gladbach Fussball team!!!"

"...Er...I think they got relegated, 2nd division?"

"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"

"But the Countess asked me have U sign....."

"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"

(Kurtz immediately expires.)

(Back in civilization with the Countess:) 

(K:) "Contessa, Mlady, I have to sadly report the Baron "et Morte"

(Contessa:) "Did he have any last words?"

(K:) "Munchen-ah! Only words of undying love for U."

c.2025, Dave Delacroix. EURO-AISIAN friends, feel free to USE THIS for a take on Joseph Conrads novel, HEART of DARKNESS/Apocalypse-Now Movie. WE HERE in Belize going - I hope/cinematically - Gangbusters!!!

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Mah Big Bambu!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook:) "Mah Big Bambu!"

(Tra-la-la:) OH U! Driving me crazy!

 What should I do, mah Big Bambu? 

U!!! -making me lazy. What should I do, mah Big Bambu! Mah Big Bambu.

The Keystone Cops R after me, I got NO-where to run? I'm knocking on your big Ol' door, would U please let me in?

OH U! Together we're Hazy, WHOTCHAGONNA-DO, gimmie a break, mah Big Bambu?

O LOVE, a curse or a blessing, mah Big Bambu?

(Baritione:) Mah Big Bambu.

(Tenor:) Mah big Bamboooooo!?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix by the river side. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Chill till Brooklyn."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Chill till Brooklyn."

NO CHILL till BROOLYN, late Saturday night? No CHILL, what U got in your Purse, a Credit Card fright? Some Lanvin No.9 lipstick maybe? No Chill till Piccadilly, Trafalgar Square, thar" no cheer" we tragic-HUGS when Love's gone to ground.

NO CHILL till Brooklyn, no Chill to Queen's, and as for Manhattan, no whisky, 5 Beers too late. An ILLIAD, an Odysseus, a journey, a thing UN-seen, UN-perceived, UN-conceived as the GOD'S dreams unfold to confound, we mortal's schemes. A wisp-in-the-willows; Love's BADDABING! A fairy tale?

No CHILL till Brooklyn. I'll drive thru the night!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Return of the Native."

 OUR Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Return of the Native."

...WHEN I WAS reasonably INSANE, not a care in the world, I YAKED the YAK I talked-Untamed; when I was the Village Idiot, protected by Community shame then IN I walked in God's golden fields?

When I was a MISFIT, a Tatoo on your arm, when I was a REFUGEE, I sang in the dark, but UN-like U, I got to come Home!

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix.David Michael Oxley -on FB: "The Nightlight."

 That NIGHTLIGHT in your Need, the Nightlight, one lone light bulb. The Nightlight on which we feed, that nightlight we all need. That NIGHTLIGHT, that Rock & Roll, the Nightlight upon which we feed.

A Candle isn't worth the handle, lost it SO long ago? We got the Nightlight, a fright night; we got a seed to sow. And a song's a song, a life can be long, a LOVE can belong to U?

That Nightlight, when Love opens her eyes? Yet lost so long ago, I got the Nightlight, WE got the Nightlight, sometimes in our Song.

c.dave.

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

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Canzone!" (Song)

HE WAS a drunken old man, a Man with a song, a catastrophe, a whisky galore. He was a drunken old man who saved your Folklore, a herald of yesterday's past. He was a drunken old bloke, the village-joke, a Gal. HIS Lady-a Witch burnt at the stake. But a drunken old man without any plan, what threat to U? And U stoned him to death, or he died, lonesome in a ditch; strangely, all the young kids, his friends miss his muse. His story gone for evermore. He was a drunken old man, a black & a tan under God's heavens roar.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Meow! -PURR! -cycle,"

 Our BRO in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "The Meow! -Meow! cycle."

The MEOW! -MEOW! Cycle.

DO NOT PURR GENTLY into this good night, betrayals, assassins, skullduggery, bastards everywhere, I promenade down NYC/5th Avenue, tailored suits on their cellphones/blank stares, your LIFE isn't worth a whoopsie, your Kin (no Green Card) in Jail/Deported. DO NOT U know what? An Alfred Hitchcock HOUR, that wrenches your spine, hour after hour, to twist & turn, civilization's spleen, the NAZIS, Trump's ICE-MEN? For dessert, strawberry Ice-cream? Can they ALSO deport your Mommie? -wait Germany/1933 and see!

c.davedelacroix.2025

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The WHA!!! Far from the madding Crowd."

OUR DAVE in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave Delacroix: "The WHAAA!!! Far from the madding crowd."

(dedicato: I AM DAVID, maybe by my writing I SLAY the GOLIATH of Hate!)

.. Some Cat outta nowhere, he's (Singin:) There's a farmer, a Millar, a Capenter/on some kibbutz on a hill, a bulldozed whootsit, some Arab/Palestine Cats house? The KIDS, them/ours isn't gonna love U? Who makes this Paradise Hell? Some Semantic COUSINS, Jew-Arabic/Hatfields & McCoy's since Biblical times, a FUED they enjoy, cultural SADO-MASOCHISM? Can we ENJOIN thru Music!?

Some Cat out of nowhere, JESUS-apparently; misfit, vegetarian but not proven/ate fish/onion/prone to garlic/we r not sure, was given/confronted   by a  Roman Governor, the "Shill", after some kind of debate (legal?) he put the sucker ON THE CROSS, history translates into Religio Faith, WARS, innocents die; real estate values of course fluctuate.

 Some Cat out of Nazerath. A Diva/superstar, another - Allah, PROPHET with no tits. And the "Hollybush!" , the "WHA!!!" that led to all this!?" Territorial-RAGE!? MAN'S history is a story of GREED; God forbid the Man/Woman whose solution is Peace! The Saints WE need to become. Voices as yet, and wisdom, Rabbi or Iman, far from the madding crowd. That inner Devil. A Saintly tweed?

Some Cat , a farmer, a Miller, a Carpenter, a Lady of consequence, a Soul that's true. As rare on a BBQ. That unconscious whisper? Heed their wisdom. Less a "PIED PIPER" take away your CHILDREN, an EXODUS from your HATE to GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!"....A house with no children, tomorrow is lost.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belixe (2025-still kickin), Dave Delacroix/a.k.a David Michael Oxley: "By dawns early night."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "By dawns early night."

Inspirational, a Poem, a Song-STEALTH! A thief DARK, a vulture -out of Suns glare or a gentle Dove within a full moons shine? A mathematic, an algorithm, a chemistry's spite to spike a conscience or consciousness by dawns early night?

Old Sins cast long shadows, Virtues, cast aside & the "joy de vie"; Sally? Ride-Ride-Ride!? A drunken chorus from some past midnight hour to belly-laugh & Rancour, a song too long which transmutes/ECHOES down thru the years, a remorse, a "CONKER", a chestnut-schoolyard string- game, a pendulum-swinging, a synthesis-tight, a compound, a matrix by dawns early night.

An invitation? ...to a voyage, a rendezvous? Your Death has no schedule but Death schedules U, by dawns early whoosits? Spontaneous yet true! SHAZZ-ZAM to your magic? ABACADABRA to your Logic? By dawns all to frequent night & the story of U.

Oh-boy! My swimming pool is GURGLING! Best I'd better watch out!

c.2025. dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize. 

Our man in Europe/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Old Love."

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

OLD LOVE, wrinkled, regret-nailed, a plastic old portrait in a Palazzo-forgotten, UN-inhabited -old, deserted wing, forgotten, desirous of viewing, a locket on a Bela-corpse in a crypt where no flowers bloom?

Old Love, DEATH-with a GRIN, a rictus, an out-take, an Age when youth began, a fade of Time, that lost Ducat or Dime, "Yo-Traveller! Who pass on by?" from the earth-discovers Love's truth, a lie?

Old Love still sing in your ears, that RING; "a le recherche du temps perdu", lost in its dream that still reaches out to U? Entangled that Soul, Icarus, with waxwing, falling from the sky!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Urope (place east of New York)/& Belize, Dave Delacroix; "She stoops to Conquer!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "She stoops to conquer."

A delicious rhetoric, a lipstick smile, a Sari, a Kimono, a flower-Africana, a leather-lizard, a Bush-Gal's swish. or a Hawaiian rumba or a Vienna ball-gown swirl, a Demitrius foot (sucker!), that GAL in the aisle, that BELA, a Princess, that LADY in the Sampan, she stoops to conquer, maybe she's coming for (ZEROING-ON) on U?

A perfect excitement, a thrill of the chase, a wonder of Nature, illusions-ablaze, "Wotchagonna-DO!? "-When she stoops to conquer? And her Love IS U?  O-LORDY!!! A rhetoric-delicious? A lipstick smile? Is it any wonder, out here, Western-style, Shot-Gun Annie or Billy-da-Kid found Love to make the World...go round? TITS & TEETH PEOPLE! S'what goes around!

That "laisses-faire" mademoiselle, past sell date, a Cougar (on da prowl?) past 2 Espressos, "MEOW-MEOW!" no worse than the failed Lions she meets in Paris Cafes who live alone & growl & growl with no night & no day. And the urban desolation which WE ALL must embrace in our OWN isolation.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

c.2025. dave delacroix,esq.

Our BOY in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: 8-Miles High! (Apres, le BYRDS chanson)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "8 Miles High!"

I WAS MILES AWAY when U lost your VIRGINITY. It didn't, I imagine involve a Colt-45? I WAS MLES AWAY When THOSE misfits. YOUR parents, I might-a text drunk, nobody's perfect, but I was outta town, I was far tablooga! I WAS faraway in England, in Hungary, hanging out, dripping from Dracula's fangs. I was a Continent AWAY, UN-likely No-murder Suspect in the drama of your "Film-Noir" Night? Ask my TEXUDO!!!? (I gave it to the U.K. Charity Gig where all the BRITS repeat "Sorry!" every 5 seconds/such have my "fellow-Limeys subservience) so SORRY to BE SORRY perhaps?

Still?  Loser, I needed an ALIBI, as Loser's always do? Better an original recipe "LO-CHOW_MEIN" than the 12 Geishas I once knew? There's a SAN-PAN Sailors song, Mandarin or Cantonese (early Hollywood-take), "The World is Yr Oyster! U R yr Mom/Dad's LUCK?";

 I was miles away and NOW I think ....all my yesterdays, Peking Duck? I was MILES away, in some faraway "Hood", addicted to Inernet=Porn when the old bitch ate the lead? Cops in drizzle raincoats ransacking my Paris hotel room; checking my E-mail on my Laptop/silly phone and/or (usual suspects) Marlene Detrich was an acquaintance? Fritz Lang, mouthing off to the Gendarmes got a night "with MAIGRET" down at the whoosits; Me? Anisette (le Boire?): Gitanne cigarettes & 8...the old days...8 miles high!

c.2025. dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "DO U KNOW the way to KOWLOON?"

 Our Man in  /Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Do U know the way to Kowloon?"

...DID U EVER DIG that "Dig-Dat!", that premature, that FULL MOON-concept-multitude, that "Dig-Dog", that CHILDHOOD indoctrination, that Legacy of Hate ON Hate or Peace-Love? Love thy Neighbor, no-way Jose!?...History repeats!? To drink that "Dig-Dog", that Corax-Maximus, Rome's greatest SEWER conveying detritus/ignorance into which the river Tiber, to the sea, flows?

DO U KNOW THE way to Kowloon or "Raffles" (Bar) in Singapore or the white cliffs of Dover in your tapestry dreams, a travelogue beyond Cultural bonds, UN-chained, free, as for Palestine, the "Hatfields & the McCoy's" (Semantic-Cousins?) taking feudal pot shots? When WILL they ever learn to LET IT BE? Da "DIG-Dat! The ROAD to KOWLOON! -which WE IDIOTS never find too soon. Innocents/Casualties on our Conscience do we care or wish to see?

It's always tough to LEAVE your beginning, memories, first Love's, failed bonds of Friendship, the first ship U sailed-in, your first adventure when U were on a road, maybe to Kowloon. To whatever shore U washed up with Coconuts & maybe a Story to share?...Do U know the way to Kowloon? It might BE U have been there before.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix; "5-%-easy pieces."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook?): "5%-Easy Pieces!!"

1)..."The Devil's Dram!"

(dedicato: Kathy @ the Almond Tree Hotel, Corozal-Belize.)

From Tinna Bruich to Aberdeen, from Glen Coe to the Kyle of Lochalsh, the Isle of Aran to the Hebrides, the "Devil's DRAM, the last whisky in the bottle U serve for free.

From hard-scrabble Glasgow to lace-curtain Edinburgh, from Inverness, Dornoch the Pipes all agree and whatever skullduggery in Castle-Sterling, that last whisky U serve for free, the Devil's "Dram" U give for free.

2)... "Row after row."

The walking wounded with a million $-dollar wound... leaving Life's trenches, got-later scars & all to howl at a new moon? As for the DEAD, now fully fed... of Love's story/history, row after row, the poppies grow who SLEEP, hermetic, bitten, killed in Youth, gone, & alone. The walking wounded, that good=old Tin hat thrown into the ring of diversity beyond GOD or despair; a walk in the Sun; ICARUS should be so lucky? Devils fester around Love's fools?  I wish it would rain!? A pinning for the Sun in whatever the country wherever my Life became. Row after row R U in the Q?

3)..."Gone with the Wind."

REGRETS R worthless, best look ahead for the Love to be found, square or round? That Song-Un-sung, dwelling in the under-belly of your heart from an age of Reason to an age of Art? And WHO R your "besties"? -Amigos ONE or 2 that support U in trouble: "We happy Few!"? REGRETS only nail down your Coffin, no Dirge-singing, a Sylvia Plath BELL JAR, church bells boog-a-loo, death & taxes certainty, pesky conscience, like your regrets, and 3 generations - if U R lucky - your Life-remembered... gone with the wind. So, we raise a Jar!!!

4)..."Charlie-Horse!"

Ha-Ha! It's ALL hell, leastways OUR concept, that aftermath of Love's first kiss or that first FIST that attacks your jaw? Don't worry! That first SCREAM (might not be Yours?) U HEAR to tear the fabric of your tranquility as FEAR is meant to do? -A POEM to wrench your sinew/"Charlie-horse" leg cramps/middle of the night when your conscience, butterfly, needs wings-repose? "Ha-ha!" A Court-fools best jest before a King! Do U laugh or cry, universally, or do U transmogrify, become your own Zodiac Star? Afterall, there R worse places to be?

5)..."I got the Mood."

I got the Mood; I got the mood? I got a feelin, U got it too? I got the MOOD, come in with U? I got the mood, I got the mood!

Angels R singing! Ringin mah bell. I Got the mood, a song filled with U? I got the mood. I got the mood. I got the mood, a groove with U.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Whisky Galore!" & "Great Expectations."

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

Those overhead fluffy thingies (clouds?) "sans" Cupids, "sans" Les Paul electric Guitars (often seen within temple domes) always, revered a-tremble, makes me reach for that bloody whisky; in whatever country is there NO place to hide from the Sky?

Who do U love, WHO do U love? -A Witch, the Devil, a Saint or a Memory? What CURDLES in your Soul after Life is devoured?

Those horses' manes ripping on the Bayshore, insistent like Whisky Galore to drive U to GOD'S sticking post and the Love U feel no more. Who in the Order of Angels (Rilke) if U cried out will/want to hear a drunk's PLEA, devoid by addiction, no longer worthy of a kiss or caress?

"ANACREON IN HEAVEN" (old Brit Naval song) we raise a glass to thee! But then, when cannons belched and blood spattered, one in three slain, the Admiral Nelson-touch ...I guess whisky galore was our benzine!

"Great Expectations."

We LIVE in a sort-a "gated-community", lotta rich folks -here-by who R probably broke? We count our pennies, get by, tropical sky. We don't much "hob-knob" with the Ex-Pat "Gringos"/elite (?), more rapport with Rocky, Rosa, Lerman, Belize Nationals and Johan, Litzy, Leo, Dr. Marc, Lionel & Lester; folks NOT on your radar like U & Me maybe who have NO great expectations, just happy to BE here in Belize by the sea.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN IN EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/ on Facebook-David Maechel Oxley: "FOOT DANGLE BLUES!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Foot-dangle Blues!"

(Song:) .... Foot dangle in the morning, foot dangle afternoon, a couple of cocktails

whilst I'm waiting for U? Foot dangling in the evening, not a care in the world.

Foot dangling MY BABEE, foot dangling for Love? Foot dangling when I'm lonely,

a solo tune, but Mystery I'll say U got me wrong?

Foot dangling, foot danglin Blues dalliance, a new morning cannot arrive too soon.

 The foot dangle of Love.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "A Mandarin Song."

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A Mandarin Song." 

(dedicato: my fellow Internation Travellers!)

"A Mandarin's Song."

...The ancient Chinese MANDARIN SAY, no sense in dying when U can do that tomorrow, the Village Idiot, in the stocks, getting pelted by community critics with veggie-whoosits might wish for a swift reprieve, a Soldier, Russki-Ukraine conflict, wishing for a text from home as a tourist on a Sicilian hot beach, praying for a Summer's rain? A Songster in some Vienna basement, dried-up of inspiration, 1.000 painter-artists wannabees hugging Paris-boulevards? That Cucina Gal U never paid attention to? She sings, unknown, but unknowing- knows our spark, unknowing when she sings?

HERODOTUS, "father" of History has many tales to tell? -About the City of Atlantis, LEGEND, a cool Gig in which to dwell. Apparently U too could fit in swell, no racism, no hunger, no devils=sin, no suspicion, no concept of Hell, all U did was swim/eat love and who's to SAY, Pythagoras in his grande-AMPHORE (big wine jar/small house), the inventor of Mathematics AND the (Echo-thingy?) the P,A.? (Arena music amplification....) Puts Mick Jagger to shame/legacy/large mouth, ALMOST (historically) as longevity/Kieth Richards? But who is to say THE MADARIN, probably "Confucius" (well named) never heard that Cucina Gal, unknowing as she sings? The spark that makes this World ring.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Your OWN personal SUICIDE NOTE."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Your own personal Suicide Note."

(dedicato: Carol Marie Aniello)

....Your OWN-personal Suicide Note, a "Dog-bat!" U never wanted to be found, that epistle to your sweet life, carnivals/regattas, some GIG far away from the RNR (Rock N Roll?)  scrutiny of a groundhog life? Tarrantino? Faster-Pussy-Cat-Burn-Movies?

Your OWN Will & Testament, a ghoulish-farewell kiss; almost "Little Sheba/a price above Rubies" (Who writes this stuff?) .... ABE? Joshus, certainty not DAVID -too busy! - maybe MO? Apparently, HE knew his stuff? DEE-NILE, pre-Freudian, let's get outta here?

But I REMEMBER U. We met at a N.Y.C. cocktail party, MANHATTANS -all-round. U didn't give me the time of day but the impression TO this day ROLLS like some kind of Love & echoes in my aging skull? Old New York. I GOT that song on Utube, would-U-Know?

My OWN personal SUICIDE NOTE? U will get a footnote, an encounter with a phantom, never close but who, like a Baudelaire or Rimbaud poem enriched my Soul. A closing chapter, a relapse, a non-kamikaze will/cannot understand and "bestie" for their survivor souls. HAPPY DAYS PEOPLE!!! 

c.2025

OUR MAN in Hamlet/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Hamlet!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a: David Michael Oxley on Facebook, recent FILM STAR in "THE LOSER -on Utube): "HAMLET!"

(Soliloquy-thingy?)

"Hamlet."

. "..Don't worry! It's ALL Hell! -Leastways our conceit, that after-math of Love's first kiss, or that first FIST that attacks your JAW. Don't worry! As for that FIRST SCREAM (might not be yours?) U hear, tearing the fabric of your "Prince of Dannish-Bacon-feng-sui" -FEAR does that? A POEM to wrench your sinew, a Charlie-Horse CRAMPS, your physic-nightmare when CONSCIENCE needs repose, yet a Jester, before a King or Queen...Do U laugh or CRY writhing in PAIN in your bed? -Universally or do U become your own Zodiac Star?  Maybe a MYSTIC? Conscience, it has been suggested, there R worse places in Hell...in a poem, the role U, dancing, your fleeting hour upon the Stage. ENCORE! Take a bow. The longest Play or song, sometime soon awaits U now."

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our MON in EUROPE/BELIZE, young Dave Delacroix Esq. (a.k.a on Facebook: David Michael Oxley): Belizian Time in 3 Acts.BElBELIZEAN-TIME in 3 Acts!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BELIZEAN-TIME in 3 Acts."

(Dedicato: Renee Jr's Song.)

!)

A tropic breeze from heaven, the Tiki=bar, surrounding palms creaking, sneaking, tweaking, swaying like an old Carribean Spanish Galleon, UN-manned, the bar-keep Crew never showed up on time, devotees of Belizean-Time?

The GAL U love with itchy Gringo feet opts to go "walkabout" not to SIT in an empty Tiki bar? The Tiki bar keeps creaking, tweaking & swaying as U await the Crew for the WANT of a day's first Whisky?

A tropic breeze FROM maybe heaven, to glad-hand U in the sojourn of your Vices...on BELIZEAN Time, on BZ Time, a rhyme to hum, that Whisky jive? Perhaps a tomorrow's GAL to UN-tangle your wicked style? Or a new song for a Whisky hound to wag his tail? Each ANY way Belize on time!

2)

Last year in Marienbad, last year in Corozal, last year hearts PUMPED like engines of Life? Last year in Marienbad, last year in Berlin, last year in ST. Petersburg where life's hunger began? . LOVE I have found in a Blitzkrieg cellar, the toilet of a NAZI Death Camp? A Dickensian alley fouled with starvation yet still soils in the shadow of our 2025 splendid Avenues? A GAZA, a LEBANON no peace till ALL hate is gone?

3)

CAT FOOD. CHARCOAL (for BBQ), "OFF" (Bug-spray). B-BAMBU Ciggie-papers. PASTA SAUCE (Classico). EGGS!....Smart as we R, we always forget Something?

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A DUET for ONE!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A Duet for One!"

1)...Nocturne.

...The SPHINX-like Rug-rats (2 Cats) standing sentinel by my passed-out corpse in the "swim-pool" under a moonless, tropic dark canopy, the Devils above singing eerie praises for All mortals below? And in the Order of all things, a singing ECHOES batting from the wings of noiseless birds who HARK (sing) a nocturne, a-bent, an exposure, the World's inner hide? An absent moon, regrets to fret, that darkling hour, that chilling-zone to CAP your soul, but never phone; I sing of Love, mostly fear, I sing that song year after year, that silent SPHINX, like my domestic "rug-rats", Tiger Cats who sentinel my gear.

2)...Jacob's ladder.

DEATH un-calling, NO-reservations, a "pastiche" upon your wall, a serpent kiss we all sometimes HISS, or that AXE still yet to fall? Inner horrors? And all the King's horses and all the King's men? -No repair! Death un-calling to shatter MIRRORS, grief in-splinter! -glass shards to puncture your soul; Kids confusion! Wives, Women WAILING, "officiates", Priests, Rabbis, Vicars & Popes...climbing their ladder to God? God-damned traffic GRIDLOCK!!!... Death un-calling, a resting gig awaiting. A sepulcher, a wooden cross, or wails from those U loved. 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave Delacroix (handsome devil): "Occupational SEASONS in Hell."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (sex symbol): "Occupational SEASONS in Hell, parts 1 & 2."

Part 1:

...There's nothing wrong with DYING, best U do it in solitude. There's nothing wrong, a flutter, playing a small BET, a punch-to-shove, the BEST Life gives U to DO? There's nothing WRONG-WRONG-WRONG...with singing/rejoice those church bells a-ringing; some distant day they will ring out for U?

A CHORUS in the Heavens, the Angeles wreck your fears? A Cornish shipwreck on a rocky shore? WotchagonnaDO when the Smuggler-cutthroats come to reap their score?

There's NOTHING in U dying, there's NUTS with your crying, needless-best U do it anyway, away, away, with dignity...in solitude. Pub Night "Quiz-Nites", did U embroil?...

Part 2:

...I miss SERGEI, Roger Armstrong, I miss Apache outta Bergheim? Lads? (R.I.P.) Where have U gone? I miss yesterdays, those god-damned fleeting days, SUN, GLORY, now gone? WAXING-LYRICAL, a Poet's pen, that song within your earlobe comes round again, an echo of Souls departed to haunt the rest of our days.

So, rage the RAGE in our human infancy! Or dance the DANCE! -Wild Strawberries?

Bloody Sergie, bloody Roger and ALL the Lads now come & gone yet, oddly I say little and DO NOT MISS a host of "Bellas" who shadowed like ghosts to inhabit "intimacies" beyond Love's unique stare!

c.2025. dave delacroix. (chillin by ze swim-thingy), Corozal-belize.

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

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

Come away! -and be my Love. Come away! And be my Sun? Come away! -awaiting my sunrise; we'll be setting suns together, away, away will U stay? Come away! We will herald our dawn in careless garments, no fear, nor shame. Come away, leave the past to itself for lyric-poets to sing?

Have U greeted Soloman's wisdom? Or David's wound in a Goliath heart? Have U walked in peace in God's own Eden? Come away I say. No hesitation

Come away! And be my Love. Come away! And be my Sun! Come away -tomorrow begins; we walk hand in hand, our duty-bound on that path to Love.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our MAN in Europe/Beize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "The Loser."

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

(dedicato: Joseph D. Walczynski)

AL BOWLLY? I have to kill myself on my own dime. John Donne, 1600's Poet, I need to secure my Soul in reason, in rhyme amongst Poets-Grande WE, I walk, a specter in dark-moonless, we R born to preamble?...Bambinos RAGE, a Greek Chorus CHANTS, who yells "Despair!", who hears THAT SCREAM, that invisible yell, a daunting, a forgotten umbilical, that "Hide" where-in all Witness then choose to die? AL BOWLLY, "Love is the sweetest thing"? Over & Over till your Time wears thin.

c. 2025. Dave Delacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Water Babies"

 Our Dude in Europe/Belize: Dave Delacroix: "The Water Babies."

...The Water Babies, gentle & flow, mostly PEOPLE U don't know who mind their own business & grow their own food, invisible in YOUR World, the KIDS/Family U over-look and don't want to know.

The Water Babies, sometimes "peopled" your WARS, that Patriotic, tombstones-galore, but in the end "What WAS that for?" Water Babies mourn.

Water Babies, steadfast and tight. Water Babies, stalwart to the last, Water Babies, hopefully, your SLAVES in the past?

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave delacroix: "...Last year in Marienbad"

 Our Man n Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; '...Last year in Marienbad.",

Last year in Marienbad...Last year in Corozal-Belize; last year, your last year heart PUMPED like an engine of Life? Last year in Marienbad, last year in Berlin? Last year In St. Petersburg where life's hunger/terror, 1944 began.

LOVE? Have I found U? -in a Blitzkrieg Cellar, the toilet of  a Nazi Death-Kamp, a Dickensian alley, starvation & poverty; WHO inscribes humanities - death -humanity that, 2025, still pervades ON Todays, our splendid Avenues?

Last year, HAUNTED, in Marienbad. Last year in Corozal. A global breeze but the World's same old song.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in the UNIVERSE, dave delacroix, still gotta pulse: "Lillibureo."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix, old WAR SONG from WW!..."Lillibureo."

(dedicato: Vlad Putin.)

BLOWIN IN DA WND, SEE how the Time must GO? A Candle in the Wind, where the Cold Winds Blow? Upon a foreign shore? A love letter from Amore?"Lillibureo", a Soldier's Song of woe. On YOU TUBE!!!...

Who can understand, MEN in PALACES, who do not dance in the trenches, the blood, the Camaraderie of the wailing-wounded, the Poet with his Song; the innocent whose Mamma prays for HIM -night-long. BLOWIN on the Steppes? Wintertime SO cold. Bring those KIDS back HOME, Russia-Ukraine fold. Lilliburoe? A Soldier's Song....In PEACE -or a Pushkin Russian Roulette, no Exit!...

Our LAD in America/Belize, dave delacroix: "Happy Hour!"

 Our Man in Europe/America/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Happy Hour-Kowloon!"

...Rockstars don't get UP till 2-O-clock, DIVAS till 7, Gigolos TRY, freshly shaven to address the World by 11? Hermits SHIT 24-7, Carpenters, the break of dawn, housewives - rich or poor - their work is never done? -Bambinos, clothes to wash, mouths to feed and bills to pay? Always mouths to feed. No Patron Saint I ever heard of?...

Artists THROW their Paint at Walls, a Sculptor tears down concrete crumble, as a Plumber eases a Critics indigestion, a vagrant begs for "change"...A WHORE, maybe your "Bela" will challenge your virality, an inner-Devil to creep into your reality to side-long fatality to usurp U of Your Song? And AMONGST the Order of the Angels, why not, waiting for God's TAXI-string along?

Clowns, Stand-Up Comedians, Comedians, tears of clowns to "Cheese-waye" the truth, to put it down, to surround the smile and make it cry, that Kowloon-Happy Hour, that Cocktail Hour.

Regardless, your "San-Pan" awaits in full bamboo-sail, a breeze to arrive, Hades, silver coins upon your eyelids, your "tap-dancing' no longer cuts the cloth nor weaves Tomorrow's Kimono. And Happy Hour, a fleeting vision for your Soul.

c.2025. dave delacroix. corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Country & Western Death Song."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: : Country & Western Death Song."

(dedicato: Rocky Hinds.)

(singing:)...A broken heart? -U can't take it with U when U GO, "aerosol", that sweet perfume, all those bad jokes, laughter too? Revenge is sweet, revenge IS no more, a cold-cold salad, for ever more.

A final VOW ain't final anymore, a twist & shout, your virginity out the door? Your wishes true, your politico zeal, gone your symphony, that Song -so-long!

A broken promise? -No worries! A destination? -No hurry!

A planted Kiss, a history? -3 generations, U R forgotten.

So make a note: U can't take it when U GO, that Cadillac de Ville, a Scottish Castle, a Swiss Bank Account washed away like swill?

A broken heart, a Lover's kiss, and all to miss; U can't take it when U GO.

c.2025. dave delacroix, "Count de Corozal" -Belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley on Fb: ""It's a High Wind to Jamaica!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (Lord Borgo!): "It's a High Wind to Jamaica!" (A Carribean Canzone.):

(dedicato: Rosa A & her cool Daughters)

IT'S A HIGH WIND TO JAMAICA upon my lonely hour? Where has she gone - to the Islands-Cayes, my Babee ALL so young & gay?

It's a high wind that takes her all away from me, a Princess of her Life & Youth, a soulful divinity; it's a high wind, a night-drum in these TROPICS, a careless fancy-free; her Life's her own, my Love forlorn, that Lady don't miss Me?

MOMMA NATURE, come embrace my beachfront fire, a JUMBAI-Ju-Ju spell, for desire? Alone I pine, a soliloquy, a sad song in Paradise, that high wind took from me.

It's a high wind to Jamaica, the palm tree fronds all sway, in the breath of an evening, whisper as if to say.

It's a high wind to Jamaica, the breeze it leaves behind, this beach my desolation, my Love she left to die..as a drum, a fife, echoes long-shore, alone as always, we yearn for more, but for a high wind to Jamaica, some lonesome Man upon the shore.

c.2025. dave delacroix. corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Song of Songs."

Our Man n Europe, Dave Delacroix, "Song of Songs."

(dedicato" Elissa Guffs & Isabel Pessoa.)

 Spontaneity in the GLASS of IA today, pretty much IMPOSSIBLE like WHACKING OFF or convincing MUSLIMS or Catholics to dump their Brain-washing Childhood? WotchagonnDO? Or wrestle supposedly "democratically" elected Politicos to the ground? The nagging Wife, the lads at the Bar, the raucous UN-informed, mostly ignorant Piazza-crowd? TITS, butts & IDEALS in that order to shuffle long, maybe a POET in-train, some Rabbi-Priest cameo; an evening, a Film Festival, a spontaneity in a Glass, a looking-glass, unique, to squeeze the marrow from the bone of your RE-past to enjoin your Timeline, hugs & kisses; do U remember that spontaneity in the glass that connected, U TOO, with Granny-Grandma-Grandpa ancestors no-more? HORRORS, or deep Love; A misty Court of Hamlet's Elsinore?  Bad or Good-YOWSA!!! Spontaneity in a LOOKING GLASS; your Song, never forgot, your Song of Songs for evermore, 1,000 devils to, alas, with acute envy, jealousy, perhaps HOLLYWOOD GREED & rabid yearning:  A Tune EVOLVES! Your Song of Songs STILL belongs to U. A Spontaneity in a GLASS, a mirror NO-ONE cannot smash... and IN Life's battles I TOO wear that wear thar Sash.

c.dave delacroix..

Our Man in Europe/Belize: "...I try to start a CHANT COLLEGE."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize: "I try to start a Spiritual Chant College."

OK folks. Are we sitting comfortably? I see all the ladies, suitably attired in Gymnast fashion and sitting in the "full lotus" posture whereas our three OLDER male students, half-lotus, large testackle anatomy, understandably, unforgiving... Let us begin!

I AM AN IDIOT...repeat after me. I AM AN IDIOT.

(Class:) YOU R AN IDIOT.

No class. I, that is, YOURSELVES R an Idiot.

YOU R AN IDIOT.

No, Class? YOU, your INNER-YOU.

U R AN INNER IDIOT. U R an INNER-IDIOT.

OK. Class? I see it's Happy Hour? Bar's open! Let's adjourn. But on your way, please practice/recite what U have just learnt..."

HE IS an IDIOT. He is an Idiot. He is an Inner-Idiot...chanting/footsteps fade away.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "The Mariachi."

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

(This Canzone can only be sung/played after imbibing 10 pints of Guinness, 5 decent whiskies but leaving ROOM for a light salad.)

"IL MARIACHI!"

....A-feared of the Devil, more a-feared of God

to wash all your sins away?

All sins cast long shadows, SO -leave soonest

tomorrow, a clean slate today.

(Chorus;) All U 6-string complainers

U barrack-room minstrels,

The Mariachi alone on the road?

The Cantina solo: "O sole mio!"

A weeping guitar: that Song plucked out

of your Soul.

And singing Love's story, the power & glory

expecting to rain on your parade?

A tie round your neck, a ribbon in your hair,

Love's Dances, the echo, the sound faraway.

All U 6-string complainers

U barrack-room minstrels,

the Mariachi alone on the road?

The cantina Solo "O sole mio",

a weeping guitar, that Song

plucked out of your Soul.

(middle-8:) Begone! Begone!

MEMORIES-begone! This Maestro

weeping a-wail?

I'll go no more a-roving

the turn of a Song;

Begone Begone -I say.

....All U 6-string complainers

U barrack-room minstrels

"IL MARIACHI" -alone on the road?

The cantina Solo, "O sole mio",

a weeping guitar; a Song

plucked out of your Soul...

c.2025, Dave Delacroix.

Sonnet.OUR MAN in WHOOSITS: Dave Delacroix: "Where the Eagle flies!"

 Our Man in Europe in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Where the Eagle flies."

(dedicato: Sergio outta St. Petersburg/Russia, R.I.P.)

...Your shell-like EAR that sanctuary FEAR, all-mortals a-keep, better from where-grounded? An apartment City block, a village garden patch, a Townie side street, an URBAN reckless main Street, once upon a voyage upon the sea? A secret in the night, a scare, a childhood fright, a Song that haunts from yesterday, a Whisky in a Jar, an echo from afar, beneath your thoughts, driving U ON? Ever thought of Pawning that BANJO? Nope! Me neither. WOTCHAGOONA-DO? Alas or GLORY: Where the Eagle flies. No need for a Mountain. The indivisible to envelop our fragility.... once upon a voyage upon the seven seas, a BODY, survivor, still-alive, breathing on a sandy foreign shore, a sea-shell echo, wisdom, utter silence yet more and a shell--like FEAR, uncannily, where the eagle flies, yet all FEAR is gone, INTRINSIC, Alex Pushkin, Life's inner-majestic expunged; hoping U can lend me $20 bucks, a night on your couch, some Vodka and the best of luck?...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Three Crosses on Calvary."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Three Crosses on Calvary."

1) "AGATHA CHRISTIE on CAMPUS!"

Agatha Christie on Campus? There's always at least THREE MURDERS in her stories.: Russia, China propaganda, U.S.A. too? Victims of their own cultural folly? Nobody gets cancelled out/or FEARS TO without a nemesis? Funny U.K., cheap-ass more than Holland, poor France, complex who always seem to muddy the Geo-Political waters and Serbians, ever ready by default to ignite a new World War, imperial Austria, leave it up to Germany to carry the can whilst Spain goes cannibalistic/Civil War, and Ireland, famine survivors, songs of hometowns & wretched despair; poor Americans, cultures to decipher!? Beyond the old BERLIN WALL, eastern Europe wrestles (even now-post WW2-Soviet retard-dominance) with its crawl/progress, a pathos combined with a sense of religio/fantasy-divinity. AGATHA on Campus. POISON, a KNIFE. A bad alibi? Swiss Bank Accounts & ambivalence will wrap your next holocaust Christmas party! SO MANY SUSPECTS, too many, what verdict? WHO KILLED ME!?...More importantly, your KIDS future...

2) "The Ashes of Love."

...I KNOW that COLD-COLD heart, that cold FIRE EXIT, no escape, that SALAD/REVENGE, served DEEP-FREEZE, that last-cold kiss? I SCENT that Satin dress beguiling a SWISH before an eye, a lipstick smear, I know that incubation before a Banshees ejection, a command before Love's first symphony flounders a lifelong sorrow? I KNOW that Ice-cold Love, a betrayal, a Bela-s nubile throng; prance along my fine young Prince, her RUBICON of Love, crossed? -HER'S, Your Guilt or Mine? Welcome, to your ashes of Love.

3) "The Last Iguana."

...The last of the Iguanas...patrolling my garden by the Canale, green, sultry, despondent, rotting in their splendor, grim, hunted by RALPH the Transgender-Crocodile/local habitat in the mangroves, assuming like REPTILES they portray a demeanor of "homelessness" even under/within a food-abundant Belizean rain Forest? -Reminding me of most EUROPEAN (Paris/anywhere in France/also Germany?) Train Stations: "Give Me some Money/Change!" - the PANHANDLERS/BEGGARS, the fiscal enemy of a Mariachi/Busker/a Songster singing/working for his actual supper? - Who proffer Universal Wisdom, given 5 seconds bout everything except how to get a Job? ...The Last Iguana in my back garden, now we no longer feed (we throw spud peeling in the canal for the fish) have scampered OFF to our Neighbor's Villas to "HURRAH!", I guess, their primal greed... Their PARENTS? Nor them? Like Reptiles, the third Cross on Calvary, a-withered before Heaven's gate?

c.2025, May. Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The GREY Evening.."

 

 OUR DAVE in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Grey Evening."

(dedicato: Miss Katy & Angela at the Almond Tree Hotel.,  Corozal-Belize.)   

...That GREY EVENING, that sombre Song, that Youth, conceptually, could come along, like a PICTORIAL, a scary-cat "VAN Gogh" or Munch's "SCREAM", that devises, the coffee in your cream, that pretty blouse, Pantalone-loud, pipes & drums to announce your Debutante boo-ga-loo?

 That GREY EVENING, never going to GO away, some Ferral Cat, a stalker, a kiss-still sticking, the taste won't ever UN-taste (?) in an Anaconda-dream, a lifetime of SQUEEZE which U support in your helplessness...Mariachis/Medieval Minstrels sing of Despair!?

 That Grey Evening, a Psycho storm, a wreck or wreckage on your front lawn, to Edgar Allen Poe, like a song U will never know, indivisible, to haunt OR beguile U all your Days. The GREY EVENING, the shadows from our past, a ring-a-round-a-roses, we SNEEZE...and All fall down!

A GREY EVENING, a moment of FEAR; an emotional epiphany-UN-expected, yet a wound-UN-dissevered, a Life-Time scar, in-flicked by some DEVIL, thank God, dead or afar!?...

c.davedelacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/a.k.a. David Michael Oxley: "Wade in da Water!"

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wade in the Water!"

WADE IN DA WATER, wade into the Sea? Wade into the STREET-sweet Jesus, Wade for U & Me.

Wade into our turmoil, wade into our Tragedy? Wade, an S.O.S. when we cannot help ourselves, and wade for U & Me.

Wade... in our diversity, wade through OUR grit & grim? Wade our thought, alas, before, wade into our Sin...yet WADE to help folks be free?

WADE!!! - the Angels' Chorus! Wade that magic hour, where our folly SCREAMS for deliverance? Wade, my God for Me.

.....WADE in da water! Wade in the water, wade into the sea. Wade into our City-streets. Wade, to wash away all HATE; wade for U & Me... WADE, make it an ALTER to wash the past away! WADE A simple Song. A Wade for Eternity.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix./Corozal-Belize.