Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A UNIVERSE in motion."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Universe in Motion."

THERE'S a Primrose in the garden, there's a Cactus on a tree, there's a BULLY in the schoolyard, there's a concept to be Free.

There's a Heaven of Hope in the kernel where Hell used to be, there's a Maverick in that uniform, the Man U used to be?

There's a Stranger in your closet; there's a secret in your lore; folks still talk-bout the man U were before. There's an epiphany, never spoken, a eucharist, s-all evident when U - Mr. Scrooge - gave all your wealth away,

and there's Jesus, Budda, Allah, "via con Dios" which took U to eternities-inevitably? A complex-confusion that helped U on your way, that GIG of GIGS...a Universe in motion.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. September, Corozal-Belize.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

a locket/trinket by your heart?

 No sweet embrace, no tomorrows promise, 

that fevered kiss, kisses galore.

No rendezvous, no assignations,

 under the moon or on the seashore?

 No wicked thoughts: our elopement,

 parents and Kin to see never for evermore.

A past wiped clean, 

yet she passed too soon away.

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

c.2025. dave delacroix.

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

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

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

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

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

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

c.2025. davedelecroix/equally closeted!

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

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

1)   "R.I.P." (Rest in whoosits!?)

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

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

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

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

2) A BIGGER SPLASH!

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

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

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

3...TRAVELLER!!!

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

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

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

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

c2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

 

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

(dedicato:Sir Alberto!(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mister Lonely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

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

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

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

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

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

(dedicato: Rockstar CRAIG JOBE)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

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

"Bacon & Beans."

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

(Bacon & BEANS!)

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

(Bacon & BEANS!)

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

(Bacon & BEANS!)

YOWSA!! Plenty of BEANS!...

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

(Bacon & BEANS!)

WHA_HOOOOO!!!!

(Basso-voce") Wha-HOOO!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

(dedicato; Pete & Daughter in Japan.)

"Tanqueray!"

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

GOD FROWNED.

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

"Mein Gott!" Will nothing ever change!?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

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

c.dave delacroix.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...Too late the Hero...

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

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

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

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

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

c.2023. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "All Quiet on the Internet Front."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "ALL QUIET...on the Internet Front."

(dedicato: Steve Johnson/International Dude.)

NOBODY wanted to visit. Nobody, on my shoulder wanted to cry. Nobody (imogi) wanted to SCREAM No THUMBS-UP! All quiet on the Internet screen.

Nobody SHARED their DREAMS (thank God), nightmares, their Machiavellian plots, seductive kisses/fotos of CATS? All quiet on the Internet whoosits.

Nobody DIED today, busy gettin BORN-no Facebook CHAT, nobody whined about an OPERATION; nobody got Sick or posted a foto of their frickin CAT; all silent in the grove.

Nobody wanted to "facia-et-facia" actually DANCE or visit-BYOB. Nobodies Like U & Me sitting on a branch of a lonesome tree. All quiet on the Internet Front. A Cemetary, this newfound silence actuality.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "The Naked Planet."

 Our Man in Europe, "The Naked Planet."

...BURN the PRIESTS, Imans, Rabbis, assorted Bhuddas, "Ju-Ju" men, riff-raff Evangelists-money grubbers and HANG the LAWYERS for no human species skillfully turns lies into truth.

Do U gently slumber? Will the Sun also rise? Where IS your Reason when a loved one dies? Do U rage, alas, at the MOON, that King of Tides

RAVAGE your SOUL! Excavate its subconscious! -that Mandrake Root when plucked/IT SCREAMS!!! -where ALL secrets lie' fond memories, cooking smells, TRAUMA, first loves-rejection now cloaked under the canopy of the soul U have become?

BURN the SHAMANS, throw that hallowed ROCK back in their face! No carbon-based statue of BHUDDA ain't gonna do U any HARM. Rock, SCULPTURE, Crucifix, plastic or wood?

Pagan? WE R DOOMED of course. The Cosmetic Industry (Nuclear fallout) has gone into production-overdrive, equally the "Health Food" racket doing a "Blenda!" with an excess of carrots/Last Chance Hotel/GREED till THE END, pound for pound of Civilized Flesh?

The are FIVE BILLION stories on the NAKED PLANET. This has been one of them.

c.2025. davedelacroix.

Our FLAKE in Europe, dave Delacroix; "I STILL love Paris!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix": "I Still love Paris!"

How'd U wanna DIE!? A Micky-Fin? Pretty Poison? Lucrezia Borges-liquor? Or Lady Diana, Princess of Wales, probably WHACKED by the U.K. Powers- That -BE? (Gonna BIRTH some brown skin/Egyptian brat!?) Unproven but who's to say? Julius Caesar!!! 27 STABS, a cloak hides his last memento-tyranny, ARSENIC-laced wallpaper in Napoleon's last exile, St. Helana to hasten his demise. WHO KILLED CHARLIE PARKER!!!? Probably drug abuse. As for U & ME? Probably over exposure to the INTERNET. Alas History will not record. We coil & COIL in our own timeline like amateur Pythons a-hunger. Untraveled now. But I still love Paris where once WE didn't give a FRICK, quite spoiled & were Young?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix, /Song "Voulez-Vous & Sur le Seine" my songs on Utube.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, DAVE DELACROIX (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley-on Facebook): "Last Year in Marienbad."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Last Year in Marienbad."

...Last year in Marienbad where OUR kisses-sweet, when Lovers planned MURDER, succinct yet bleak? The Chateaux, the backdrop, we wore LOUIS X1V clothes, pissed in a bucket & stole someone's horse!

Last year in Marienbad GENIUS AROSE. That distilled THOUGHT, that Epiphany/The Postman, a Messenger always rings twice? The Marquis (husband/victim) now framed for rape/murder, a servant girl. Who would care?

Last year in Marienbad (le Marquis) he went stoically to the guillotine. We looked on, a casualty of the Revolution, a Marseillaise song. HEADS R Coconuts in the age of TERROR?

Last year in Marienbad in the Chateaux the marquise & I repose but we BICKER & BICKER, haunted, the destiny we have chosen. Our song is a GENIUS, DARKLING-GUILT, night=nightmares & FRIGHT! As night is Day and Days our Nights?

Last year in Marienbad how we SWEET repined.... Last year in Marienbad, so much in love never noticing the German (NAZI) death-trains to gas chambers trundling by in our very OWN Tomorrow's shadow. The Night is long that never finds the day. And old Sins historically cast long shadows

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix; "LOWRIDER!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize; "LOWRIDER!"

Lowrider? Dark is the night, a silhouette of a swirling Samauri, a black & SILVER, a silken kiss that defies comprehension yet kisses your face, your veil.

LOWRIDER, that Saint or Demon at your frigid door. A sword-swishing, an EVENT U cannot distill that awakens your Dreams into ever-disturbance. (Traffic cruises by.)

Lowrider. When U fumble for crumbles of LOGIC yet cannot explain. And all the King's soldiers & all the King's men ne'er can fix your transient world?

Lowrider. A haunting-mind trouble. The stuff nightmares are made of. That origami. A concept, a digestive-swallowed to usurp the best laid plans of Generals-in-battle, Wise Men & Fools & a certain Lady Macbeth? (Mind? U R not in any Movie!)

Lowrider. That hitch-hiking HIGHWAY without a ride? U hike to a lonesome Interstate Truck-Stop... Change for a coffee? Maybe some kind soul will buy U a piece of pie? The song playing on the Jukebox now perhaps, will haunt U forever.

c. Dave Delacroix.

Our FELLA in EUROPE/Lost Soul, Dave Delacroix: "A GRECO-HIROSHINA!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "An Ancient GREECE-HIROSHIMA!"

OH! -the HORROR!!! -with your arms & legs, twisted, your invisible/VISIBLE "Skeletoni" (It's Italian,), your intimate X-RAY consumed, EXHUMED in the fashionable latest archeological DIG?

A BEAD-NECKLACE, YOUR BRACELET, YOUR hood IN THE WIND-SWEPT Afghan ruin, not a glimpse of joy, that last kiss before - mano-e-mano - bloodied, U, your family slain at your door?

OLIANIS, blood on the pots, KESHA, in the oven, Lycia, ravaged aftermath, a volcano to hide the crime then usurped by "Alieanani", the SEA-PEOPLES who history dissects our sanctity pending a Trattoria of Thought: "conVino sans panini?"

Do U LIKE, like Mio, I SURE Like U-like Me? I was (like) walking down (like) down Melrose-L.A.. It was (like) a California day? And I (like) felt groovy? I wasn't sure if U saw me there. But (like) I saw a TWINKLE (like) in your Eye? A furnace in the sky.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

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 SPHINX till Tomorrow!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: :3 SPHINX till 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.