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.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Dark side of Venice."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Dark side of Venice."

(dedicato: Mi Bela Giada Serafina.)

CANNELETTO, GIACOMO (Casanova), the Usual Suspects, hanging OUT in VENICE's grande, the Piazza di Whoosits/SAN MARCO? NO NEED to bring your OWN mystery here. An expensive/licensed GONDOLA will take your Tourist Credit Card to bankruptsy/go-home/be broke-thingy?...Golden-age Venezia-Casinos/FARO to Las Vegas your Ducats and Homo/Bellas sans decent Condoms (apres SEX)  for U to seek a draft of Mercury/in days of yore; either way your teeth fell out, your foreskin MIGHT have survived, toiletry situs-hit & miss? Better U HOSE down dat GAL before U ..."ahah"...conquer. She may be pretty, she may NOT come from New York City, but like Canneletto, Giacomo (the Lover!) Lord Byron, etc., etc. we embrace her charms, a memory to haunt, to echo, a naked, that Un-sung song. The wrong side of VENEZIA. A Bequile, a sublime tranquility OUT OF SEASON when U can have the luxury: YOUR Turner-Painting MIRROR REFLECTION? .... Cannelletto/Giacomo, the usual suspects; U can hear after midnight, their LAUGHTER echoing in the Canale-corridors?...Some nights WE ALL want to DIE or fight a DUEL!?...And to BE a part of History, less WE be forgotten... of Europe's ONCE cultural "Treasure-Box" besides those now extinct Seven Wonders of the World; Humanities original SELFIES!....chattin & ramblin as We do and can. Pyramids-imagination-residue!

Is it "Happy Hour" yet!?...

c.2025. Dave Delacoix.

OUR FELLA in Europe/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/Outliving his Critics: "These Foolish Things..."

 Our Man, hungry, in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley, a.k.a. LORD BORGO con Piacenza-Italy...."These Foolish Things..."

...THESE FOOLISH THINGS, a wall clock, a fave red guitar, a semi-priceless oil painting that won't fit into a burial-casket jar? And a FULL - dang! - MINI-bar, Rock N' Roll benzine, a convenient swimmng pool too, now rarely used, a VISIT from the "Usual Suspects", a "recherche du temps perdu" and when U forget to shave, that sagging erection of yesterday, the blessed sinew of your WHOLE, Beethoven, BACH, Poets John Donne, Keats sing out your Soul, a CHORUS anchors your writhing regrets and that INNER song of love HEART-ATTACKS the grief left behind U... These foolish things, ARGU or MIRTH, Hugs & Kisses all a sentiment; life fornicates with death. Neery abandon all Hope, but the outcome IS innevitable... And just as well? My UN-paid international BAR-TABS R Un-collectable!...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix/No worries. Where's the goddamn Whisky? 12.45 pm. 93 degrees. Corozal-Belize!

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

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Twilight."

(dedicato. Rosa Arquetta)

....It's TWILIGHT, the evening, the Sun is banking back of jungle-beyond. The Rug-rats (Cats) are-a stirring, a feasting "Happy Hour", fed twice a day. The Tropic BUGS quit their cannibalism, Jungle birdsong back in their Dressing Rooms, no doubt rearranging their feathers/Max Factor lipstick-whoosits for tomorrow's swoon/dawn chorus.

The Swimming Pool STILLS, the breeze on auto-play, the highway-roar-sound-road-kill TRAFFIC conspiringly silent, nobody is calling, a Witching Hour. No Bongo DRUMS thumping on from way down in Corozal Town, no Reggae pulse to ease a tropic night? It's TWILIGHT, maybe your Night when U feel the World's alright. A TWILIGHT, maybe YOUR Night, somehow, sometimes, Mommy-Nature gives us that right.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "FENG SUI-OK!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "FENG SUI -OK!"

NEVER Trust, once again, (a blog-post-repeating) a man who doesn't drink/keep ONE EYE on the Non-Smokers, and I fear, the WORST, never trust a man whose (haircut) never had a MULLET! Absolute JUDAS-whoosits/Biblical! Or a man (Ha!) who brags he inseminated over FIVE Gals/same goes for the Gals, somehow, disquiet, their Legend goes South? Tripple-Condom wearing of course can/should never go out of style nor pre-sexual-intercourse be devoid of the male participant soloing the intro to Pagliacci's whoosits?...A strain I know.

Never trust first impressions yet don't discard, a Poker Ace MIGHT come in handy on Monday, Tuesday or those OTHER whoosits? Hard to say (I always TRY to give good advice) and that broken mirror in your bathroom, like a "mention" of that "Scottish Play"? Go OUTSIDE, turn around x-3 then U can resume/return to your Freng-Sui-OK otherwise your SOUL, eternal - I give GOOD advice! - perchance to roam in a godless land.

c.2025, Mandarin-Dave Delacroix, full-lotus!

Our Man n Europe/Belize, dave Delacroix: "...Everyone is Famous!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix (a nobody): "Everyone is Famous!"

.... EVERYONE IS FAMOUS but Me? Thank U Jesus. It works out for "Mio". I get to go to the market, no one asks for my autograph, don't have to stencil my name on their panties, kiss-EM, engage in rhubarb conversation, promise to give their kid guitar lessons/advice on how to make it in the music biz/Hollywood connects...so like YOU I get screwed at the Farmers market on prices, scumbags push me aside, I get screwed on drinks at Cafes, scorned looks on every side. Society Gals don't give me a 2nd glance, the Concierge at my apartment building thinks I'm gonna skip out on the Rent, Restaurant Maestros think I'm gonna "dine & dash"; my credit limit, being apparently "NON-FAMOUS", a Social Suicide! EVERYONE is FAMOUS...Cos I don't VIDEO my every belch-Publico!,.EVERYONE - with a Cellphone IS FAMOUS! - WotchagonnaDO!?....Yup! Pretty hard these days to be a walking legend. A non-descript Willie Nelson was always my role model. And thank U Jesus! Everyone is FAMOUS, but me!

c.2025. dave -nobody.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last Rental in Hong Kong!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last rental in Hong Kong!"

Last rental in in old Hong Kong. Last kiss till I die. Last embrace my friends till I FRY in God's oblivion. Last SIGH, like all Lovers that despair, reaching OUT to a vacuum, alone; there's no one there! -A utility of ZILCH that looks down upon U & stares; the last thing your Love reckons within-U, deep inside, inside, that pit, the labyrinth, where YOU meet You....

Last rental in Singapore, New York City or Baltimore; Trucker/Kickers/Cowboy Angels/good saloons - RAFFLES! - in every single hellhole, the foundation of the BLUES? S-always tough to "tinker-bell" cross your "life's-span" making out U did so well, a Sidharta sitting by the river, ZEN & the Art of Motorcycle whoosits surrounded by Ianoclastictic zealots & the offer of a free lunch. But, alas, those pesky souvenirs, a last memory of (save a tear for?) a garden in Hong Kong...

c.2025, davedelacroix.

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

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook, a.k.a. Lord Borgo!): "Trinity!"

(dedicato: Marc Pierson)

"TRINITY!"

1....

Can U Giraffe the Giraffe, can U Monkey too, can U Zebra, run with the pack or Wildebeest, why the long face? Can U Elephantine a memory-uncanny or squeal like a Mouse under a Pussy-Cat's purr, do U sting like a Bee or Bat's radar, find your way in the dark, no fear or favor towards eternity?

Can U Giraffe the Giraffe, execute a Rhino's charge, a Lion's ROAR, the Leopard, Tyger's, to steal the night, Vultures EVER to circle your mortality; the Anaconda, apparently slumbering, curling at your feet? The Zoo-Keeper treads on eggshells ever alert of Nature's danger. G. Orwell's "Animal Farm", a postscript!

2....

INSIST on a RULE and I'll break it! Overhear a song? I'll sing it. Invent a new Guitar and I'll find some Cat to play it/call it my Own, for this I was born: Sing a Song of Sixpence!

Whisper a secret, a secret no longer. Share a legend, a myth in the making (to the World-belongs!) and as for rights & wrongs' only thinking makes it so. The Bard's quotations infect your turmoil?

Rustle a blanket, she slumbers, satiate in lovemaking's ever-after, a solvent grace as the magic of your touch exalts your Rancour. Is Nothing sacred, is nothing True; best lie beside her for a joyous awakening then "tea for two"!

3....

Money in my pocket but it won't last long, I've walked this way before. Photo of a Girl in a chain-locket, does she know the score? So many times, you've walked my way? So many words we never say. Tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the day. And walk this way before.

Say U'll be there but never come? I've seen this place before. Barely walk but try to run and run & run & run. "Ich Lieber dich!" -but somehow miss the magic of your embrace? I never wanna walk this way again? Please walk & walk away.

Money in my pocket but it won't last long, I've walked this way before. Photo of a Girl in a chain-locket, does she know the score? So many times, you've walked my way? So many words we never say. Tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the day. And walk this way before.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley/Lord Borgo!...Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Europe, Belize, Dave Delacroix: "DWEAMING!"

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

(dedicato: Sylvia in Freiburg-Germany)

...DWEAMING when U R DWEAMING, do U DWEAM just like I DWEAM, like U? Dweaming, with a hiccup or a lisp, how do we spell DREAM, do we brew?

 Is your BLUE liking my Blue, is your TRUE too, do U stare...into that Orient from which no voyager cares to say?

R U dreaming in your twilight R U dreaming under the sun? R U dreaming, devil-DWEAMING of the life it has become?

The DEVIL takes your Life/rattles U around like a Ragdoll! The Gods in heaven too, little sympathy! As for fortune & fame...only the brutal & lame, by chance make it through?

DWEAMING, a last resort. A Poem personal & true to embrace, a comfort for a Winter's Day, a dream, a dream of U. Dreaming. Dreaming. Dreaming!!!!

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "SISTA of da Moon!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Sista of da Moon!"

(dedicato: Elizabeth.)

...MOONLITE COUNTENANCE, her sublime profile, whilst We swim-pool, dirty dancing in the midnight tropic hour?

Zodiac constellations, raining down from above, outside LOVE, your dreams, conjure to confuse our synchronicity.

Moonlight countenance, a sister of the Moon, a dancing nymph of imagination -come too soon to beguile in whisper... in the EAR of Love's fool; our dirty-dancing in the tropic hour...

c.2025. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Pandora's Box."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "Pandora's Box."

OLD AGE brings new fears, a vulnerability-Un-foreseen, that Whisky U never knew driven by the vacuum of regrets, UN-requited Love, that tune U never sang.

Latter day epiphanies scorching your Soul wrecking the cool of the evening, a yesterday's compass pointing to windward, always windward far from the lee shore of your craving.

And wisdom lies worthless aside Pandora's box, once opened in Youth, a crazed Song ever to reverberate as waves - with or without U - crash upon the shore.

c.2025. davedelacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Handbags at 20 Paces!" She Stoops to Conquer.

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delcroix: "Handbags at 20 Paces!" /She stoops to Conquer.

...SHE STOOPS to conquer in the midnight hour just when U least expect? Defenses fold like a cheap suit, that Palimony -in her grasp? Expect to become like a musician (without a girlfriend?): HOMELESS!

She stoops to conquer like an obscure Lyric devoid of Song, yet a "tra-la-la" an ECHO U once heard, a superior voice -ARRIBA! That rumbles around a King's throne, ("Circa Regna tonat!"), unsure of the chopping-block of your tomorrow?

She stoops to conquer, a GLORIANNA. Nutt 'in U can do but bow to the storm -lamenting April's winds before the next Summer's heat of Love's folly and destiny's ROAR into your own oblivion?

....Must have pissed her off, her spouting quotations from the Koran, the Bible & Shakespeare? It's hard to compete with a walking Encyclopedia-Britannica with tits. Yet all is not LUST, all is not lost; "Fly-Fleance-Fly!" Tomorrow is a gig, done & dusted...excepting Handbags...in divorce Courts...at 20 paces; that 11th. hour.

c.2025. dave delacroix. Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa, Corozal Belize, hangin by the swimming pool.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix:

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Romeo's lament." 

Singin...when I cut a fine figure, a 20s strapplin lad and drank my Vodka, my beer & my Stout. I wore the badge of Youth-evermore. My heart for me Maidens to love evermore. My Love, sweet, evermore.

I sang the songs, my LOVE was long, romance was all I knew, for riches I'd gain for every sweet Maid, my song, my song was true. For evermore.

When I carried a Pen, a buckle & sword, a feathered Tri-colored bonnet, I paraded my Youth, a fool in a suit, yet whispered to ALL sweet Mary's; "My Love, my love, sweet evermore. I'll die for U!", a Romeo.

I sang her a song, a Poem-too long, I sang the song... she wanted to hear. She cunning fawned and blinked eyes to entice, I fell at her feet, No-brainer!

 But years have gone by.... they now laugh at my cry, Youth-s dove mimicry, she pines on a balcony; haggard & ageing, a wheelchair Romeo, dyslectic, arthritic a-wail, below her Verona balcony?

I sing a song of a Love left too long; a Canzone lost in a love's wail. We both shrill at the Moon, love's curse, love's bloom, splashes from the river of our destiny.

A Song of Songs. A wrestle, a throng. A Poem never ending.

c.2025.davedelacroix.

OUR Man in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley-Poet on Facebook): "THE LOSER!!!"

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

(dedicato: Joseph D. Wulcinski, Film Director)

"The Loser!"

...OFF the HOOK, didn't have to GO SHOPPING with my Gal. OFF the hook

in War & Peace, 1955 till now; didn't have to FIGHT in the trenches/battlefields

(nor kill my Brother-Man?)

Off the hook, like a refugee, I voted with my feet and kept travellin-On.

Off the hook, making Music, some ways-promoting World Peace.

Off the hook, a ULLYSSES "sans-Penelope",

yet feeling, ragged, no red badge of courage, a coward in history?

Off the hook, hang my spirit high, destiny's Child, 

some Kid we All might have been...

c.2025. davedelacroix, corozal, belize, april-month.

our man in europe/belize, dave delacroix, "THE REAL STUFF!"

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The REAL STUFF!"

 ...She's like the REAL STUFF... every night. She like the REAL STUFF, out of sight. She's never early, she's always late; she like the REAL STUFF, every night. The REAL STUFF, that boog-a-loo!

She like's the REAL STUFF when I'm outta town. She like's the REAL STUFF, maybe I'm her Clown? Station-to-Station I gotta get back or that Gal's goin... ON the attack, she needs the REAL STUFF, betchu-Momma!

She needs the REAL STUFF when I'm not there... Cos when I late gettin HOME I get that 1,000-yard stare? She's never early, she's always late but just want to dangling, don't mess with her fate; she's the REAL STUFF, this love of mine.

c.2025, dave delacroix -canzone. Corozal.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a David michael Oxley on Facebook): "Splendor in the grass."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave  Delacroix: "Splendor in the grass."

..Do U remember that splendor in the grass? I was wearing a Tuxedo, U, a pink dress; we didn't fornicate, we just exchanged business cards? Do U remember that splendor in the grass? We later circled each other in a crowded room, we glanced, we lithed like 2 Vipers, full of venom, ready to strike? There, an atmosphere, the music, they were playing Sergio Mendes or Salsa; no-one had to dance but everyone else did, WE just sat and stared at each other. Do U remember that splendor in the grass?

c.2025

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "Singapore Sling."

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

...CAN YOU Boog-a-loo in Rangoon? Can U King-Kong in Singapore? Can U say U never lied...to ya Mommie...or cheated with a smile? Can U, I ask U, can U "morph" into a Saint, Rabbi or a Budda? Can U evolve into some Other, a Chameleon cold-breasted to divert the Masses into divinity?...What yearns our yearns, obscurity, yet social security, lamely follows on; community housing, still got family, Songs faintly familiar: Can you Boo-ga-loo into Eternity, a Life in an envelope: Posted!...Like a SHOT at "Raffles" in some distant...for all God cares?...past boo-ga-loo: A Singapore Sling!?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix esq,. :"COW-BELL Song!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Cow-bell Song."

(dedicato: Siriana Giannone.)

....Saturday night, a Friday's song, an Illiad, a tune too long. Ulysses get your butt home, Penelope awaiting for U; U can fall in love again, the Bow was made for U, don't fear the Weeper! A traveller's goal.

(LA-tra-la-la-la)

Cyclops never-ever screwed, optical dynamic situ-U; don't fear the Weeper, a William Tell, a crossbow arrow to blind U for a heart U'd sell your Soul? A Mariachi/minstrel will immortalize your Blues.

(LA-tra-la-la-la)

Seasons come, seasons go, all we own we DO NOT know, Romeo & Juliet, Troilus & Cressida (we R like they R), subject to Eternity, don't fear the Weeper, come on WAIL!!!....Don't fear the Weeper! As for THE REAPER, an encounter, inevitable to complete your Song.

(LA-tra-la-la-la)

c.2025

c.2025. 

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

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

...I shot an arrow in the air and missed the Bitch, she was not there; occasionally we shoot -I SHOOT, myself in the foot!

I shot an arrow in the air; just why? I do not care. Pretty busy. Pretty boy. Left alone without his toy.

I shot a thingy in the air. A soul alone, like U out there. Somewhere, somewhere. Somewhere somewhere.

c.2025.

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

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

Take down your horn, Caliope! A blind Poet, John Heath-Stubbs counsels your immortality like a Kadish-eternal to sing of your soul via Artorius legend.

Take down your prophecy, Electra, the fall of Troy U beheld when bloody-blood SHED, young bloods cast into wretched dust, distant Virgins sighing -when will all hate be dispensed?

Take down your horn "mi-amici" and play only the Lyres-subdue to cultivate the land, safely sail the seven seas in our World that was meant to be.

c.2025. davedelacroix. Chateaux-Pelican, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: :...All my Sons."

O Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Fb): "...All my Sons."

.ALL MY (English) SONS), spotty full of SNOT, CHEAP,, like heirs, to the Manor-born=ancestors, now scrouging, etching out existence in imaginary shades of empire glory...sprite- worthy then sent overseas, the stuff of EMPIRE, the Conquistadors of a "town park, maybe a Bowling Green" who somehow convince the local-jungle JU-JU Man to coerce the natives to wear whites/learn how to play Cricket, a preoccupation like Baseball....which prepares U for death's obscurity.

All my Sons at School-morning hymns, outside of "Onward Christian Soldiers"/killing the Islamic"... enemy, _ what, for God's sake IS there anything to get excited about? Adding, I have Persian friends who've been busted for "non-Islamic-boogaloo", Students-free-thinkers! God-darn it!!!? My Friends?

All my Sons, now to ROAM this GARBAGE TIP never of a Globe, that men of Power leave behind, who never composed a Symphony, never wrote a Poem, never painted a lover's face, never nor looked INTO their own eternity, a shroud of greed-sycophants to haste them, like so many Sons into evermore.

c.2024.dave Delacroix. Chateaux-Pelican, Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Eur " ope, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): A Rubric's Cube.

Our Man in Europe/BelizeDave Delacroix: "A Rubric's Cube."

 ...ONCE UPON a time I met U.

  Once upon a time Booga-loo?

 Once upon a time we dived,

 we zig-zagged, we shacked, 

Sang the Blues?

...Once upon a time we made it make.

Once upon a time we ruled our world

a fake?

 Once upon a time, Babee 

U wildly raked. Yet once upon a time

 we knew how to give & take.

once upon a time our Love was true.

Once, but for that once-babee

we kissed the Booga-loo.

c. dave delacroix. May 2025.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix (a.k.a David michael Oxley on Facebook): "...Across the Milky Way."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: ...ACROSS the Milky Way.

...Whilst the SPIRIT moves, I'll fall in love, whilst the Spirit MOVES

I'll agree with U, whilst the Spirit MOVES-I'll sub-due all my rage or Wail?

Whilst the Spirit moves but just where do I move to?

Whilst the Spirit moves we move amongst our Stars,

 wondring from Jupiter to Mars like luckless comets in the Zodiac,

 sometimes We R?

Whilst the Spirit MOVES in sincere gravitas, a solo force

to behold GOD'S-Greek Icons smite,

our wishes, our bruises on our galactic way

sailing as we R across the Milky Way.

c.2025. dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize: Dave Delacroix: "The Lonely Lass!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave Delacroix: "The Lonely Lass!"

WHO SINGS for that lonely Lass, spotty, SOLO. ever brows-eschew, belching her Poetry with her every awkward move?...Cannot cook, rigor-mortis-dancing, maybe UN-loved/cannot love, so U-ed think? wearing "castoffs" but just like NEW; she butterflies in a darkling eye her loneliness?

Who sings for that Idiot, the BOY who plays in the woods; can't see for the trees, scratching his Poetry on an acorn shell then throwing it into the lake? A wish, rural "film-noir" scene, observing; why is it our collective concepts, pedestrian mistakes: "Quiet on Set! We'll do another take?" - dance onwards?

Morning fog cannot mist over TWO loves that never met as WE zealously roller-coaster towards our own contrived inevitability, that playwrights pen, that song of songs and all the World's right & wrongs.

c.2025, dave delacroix, corozal-belize.

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

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

(dedicato: Rita Conti)

...When MARINE comes, the sea is emerald, the world-humid, the sky overcast that lulls U into memories, glory days, yet hauntings from your past? When that seashore marine weather, coming-going, to interrupt your pastime, prodding your future, saying it's not all done, tie-in a knot in your Life's string and U IRK, sometimes cough-and-splutter, sending IT on imagination's wing; the hollow, the depth, and so many lives & loves U'd best forget... what keep revolving round in your mind?....When MARINE comes beware of your mind. Nothing, so they say, is wrong or right except "thinking" makes it so. When Marine comes, no worries, just walk away. But never forget that Song in your heart.

c.2025. davedelacroix/Chateaux-pelican, corozal-belize.

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

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Face-whoosits):

 "DEMENTIA!

...I'm DEMENTED but (?) I don't have "dementia"? Checking IN to see what "condition" my condition is whoosits; y-all know this skin?...Always tough to BE...a Sex-Symbol, sans bikini, sans palm trees-tropic beach but life still...(fill in the blanco)?

I AM demented but I absolutely DO NOT have "dementia"; something U must repeat to all your family, friends, your Kin at any given opportunity when conversation pauses in case THEY forget? ...in case THEY, like me...forget.

I WALK, I think, alone, along that Bob Dylan "Watchtower", and a cold wind blows. And a cold wind goes.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (A.K.A. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "...The Cat's MEEOW!!!"

 

Our dubious Fello, Dave Delacroix in Europe/Belize (has a dwinking promblem-last heard?): "The Cat's MEEOW!!!"

(dedicato: Mary Kay Mulcher.)

A wicked wind, a wicked wind, a Witches' SPIN... in the curdles, a brew to hue a devil, a MIRRORED face of mind, like a devil GAW eating at your soul, a fragment of imagination that leaves U wretched, awaiting rescue, no windmills to save U. O Lordy!?

A devil's breeze, before U sneeze, a laughter in the wind? Some Banshee cursed U long ago, when your kin burnt her, an "auto de fe"; and HER swirling-feng-sui, never pissed-off, circles till this day in your GIG- lifestyle, Bowler, Trilby, Stetson, flowered hat, swirling for ever more. What comes around? No sin, but no halos for the descendants of mere mortals!

A wicked wind in our GATOES eyes? They see trouble up ahead. A "familiar", whilst BATS hanging from a tropic CASA's eaves, upside-down, emulate our dancing upon our legs, hanging in mommy Natures fate like children on a swing. Cats anticipate your fear!

A wicked wind, a wicked wind blows timelessly. Careless, impartial. In-different. WE WAIL and sing our tune? Night falls for all .... but Cats, uncannily, they prevail like a snake in the grass or wail-too that classic grand MEOW!!! That Nature's Song we forgot...and sometimes forget to sing.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (On Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "My favorite Guitar."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (On Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "My favorite Guitar."

(dedicato: Damon Wood.)

....I INVITED SEGOVIA, Jimi (H), Eric (C), Carlos (S) & Alvin Lee to STRUM, Keith (R) too who shied away (no private jet/nonsmoking)? I didn't mind; but my FAVE Guitar still hangs upon my wall.

My FAVE Guitar, nicotine, beer stained, bloodied fret board, a "Mariachi-special", checked out more "Groupies" than a Pony in a Stud Farm, the AXE that Maestros, bloody "wannabees" cherish?

It hangs now on my bedroom wall gathering dust; it holds all my regrets, my "recherche du temps perdu". Like a silent clock, NO "tick-tock"; its downward gaze from where I sleep, is eternity's smile....

c.2025. April. dave the bard.

Our Boy in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a David Michael Oxley): "I cry each time..." (VIDEO of this Song on D.M.O.'s Facebook Page!)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley) : "I cry each time..." (VIDEO of this song on D.M.O's Facebook page!)

"I cry each time...U say goodbye."

Nothing's old, but something's new

yesterday's kiss, tomorrow's Blues

I cry each time, U say goodbye.

I cry each time U say goodbye.

A witch-a-way tune, a midnight trance

known it since our first dance

I cry each time U say goodbye.

I cry inside, this love of ours.

Something old

Something new

Something borrowed

Something Blue?

Nothing's old, but something's new

yesterday's kiss, tomorrow's Blues?

I cry each time U say goodbye.

I cry inside, this love of ours.

c.2025, april 5th. Dave Delacroix, Chateaux-Pelican, Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE (by Mexico), Dave Delacroix: "Dwinking Song!"

 

Our Ragazzo in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix:...A Dwinkin Song.

16 Beers & a barrel of Fish,

 mah woman left me

I got to clean the dishes.

Pots n Pans, percussion-sound.

I just formed= me another Band!

16 Beers & Spaghetti & sauce

I got a CHIANTI, 

that Gal can GO!

Heartbreak-City,

but "wotchagonna-DO?"

16 Beers & a Barrel of Fish!

(fill in da blanks my friends!)......

c.2025. dave delacroix. OLE!!~!

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: (Sonnet:) "It's only Lonesome.."

 OUr Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: (Sonnet:) "It's only lonesome..."

(dedicato: Carole Striker)

It's only Lonesome when it's U, that Solo Gig just made of U; U walk a Destiny alone, a forgotten kiss, a lost cellphone. (Panic!?) It's always wretched when U think. It's always when U fear, haunted by yesteryears; ghosts will thrive in your active mind? It's only lonesome when it's just U; the U of U that made your life.  It's only lonesome when U -U! No-one else U can talk to. That song, eternal. It's only when U madly dance, a weekends trance then gladly, altruistic, tomorrow's hand extends a kiss. 

c.dave delacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "U only Blab twice!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "U only Blab twice!"

(James Bond theme music if U please...)

.... U ONLY BLAB TWICE... then U get WACKED! U only love ONCE; it's enough.

Flautists, lonely folks like Jethro Tull; "ducks & drakes" skim across the lake, mere mortals.... Poet's sing?... an envious Fate? Yet THE HORROR! OH, the HUMANITY! GRAF ZEPELIN, ka-boom! Some New Jersey Redecks shot it down? Safety/longevity is a Lotto. Hope ya got a lucky number?

And Guitar-6-string complainers with an ache for every Season, resounding myth, legend & Zilch!? to wear a Folk/Jazz Club's ear into mold?  As corner-street Camera Cats with Cellphone Videos to capture the moment, INCIDENT, that "Selfie" so En-Dearing? Who dies young & painless, or just gets old?

U only BLAB twice. TAUGHT or knowing better? Commonsense....a scarcity - comes into play, oh Manh! When U R a CHILD "apres midi un faun" after WHICH...U R on your own. And at some point, get OFF that god damned phone!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix; "Breakfast is a Bloody Mary!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize: dave delacroix: "Breakfast is a Bloody Mary!"

(dedicato: Claudia Loens.)

Breakfast is a Bloody Mary. Brunch? -a 6-pack of beer. Happy-hour, Whisky & water: Evening, the witchin-zone! In the ZG-ZAG life, that crusty moment...when U find your SCREAM, a dry Martini weeps -me-thinks; a Manhattan blaze dissolves, a Love, some memory? BANSHEES, all 3, harmonize with the wind? THUS, U awake in a negligee by an alley dumpster, a friendless Soul... raw to the BONE, first greeting, on a Winter's morn, a shadow of your dreams, that overcast day; yet perhaps a true friend, to bring a blanket to sweep U off the floor? Buonna-fortunna! Breakfast is a Bloody Mary, but no-one - by design or in your destiny - sings along.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Erope/Belize, Dave Delacroix: (Sonnet) " When Fools fall in Love."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (Sonnet): "When Fools fall in Love."

(dedicato: Evanka.)

...WHEN FOOLS fall in Love, Non-exclusive membership, the NIP in your BUD... from Banker-City Man, Prairie Gal, a farmer's lonely wife or that kid in the ghetto living on the street?

When fools fall in Love we share a kiss, a gig. Outside OF.... is a desolation, a place with no home; when fools fall in Love, "ARRIBA!" Ole!

When fools fall in Love, early or late, happen-stance or focused-Fate; when fools fall in Love, a folly (?), a rite of passage that leads U.... to U.

When fools fall in Love, a song of songs. A bestiality, a torment, a raging sea; either way for girl and boy, somehow, we later swim to the shore. And likely, alas, never to fall in Love evermore...

c.2025. dave d.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "IN God's Mystique."

Our Man in EuropeBelize, Dave Delacroix: "In God's Mystique."

(dedicat: Loic.)

 ....IN God's Mystique We Peasants wonder why just who gets to live, who thrives, the best who die too soon?

In God's mystique Colors-blend, seasons-cull, year by year, heroes-cowards reign?

In God's mystique that blanket FATE, is it square or is it round, is it greed, or just what U found in Life's collader (kitchen-thingy/drain pasta) to drain Times song?

In God's mystique QUE a perfume, a "disque-bleu" -a French cigarette, a song, a croissant/cafe au lait & Albert Camus driving, an Outsider, driving to Paris to God's mystique.

c.dave delacroix.

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

 

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

DO U REMEMBER that night in September, a groovy tune which WE BOTH knew, do U remember, do U remember, a cognoscente what We both knew? Do U recall that September night of splendor, do U remember, do U remember, do U recall, an echoes Herald from yesterday?

DO U remember "all our yesterdays", gals in Mini-skirts, gals wrapped in "Stays", dudes in "FLARES", "Afghans" playin Banjo's and all the hoop-la, a spaceship of a student's mind, a serious intent with TOLKIEN or DYLAN/THE DOORS, if U don't DIG, U aint COOL!? -nubile minds full of promise & limitations?

DO U NOW SCENT that latent "le je ne se quoi" fermented, now in your VAT and KICKING YOUR AGING boog-ga-loo looking thru a WINDOW saying: FUCK U!", it's ME U fool -your inner-reflection, not screaming, but MIRROR- MIRROR- MIRROR a reflection: U!?

DO U REMEMBER, a September night when it's not to supposed to rain; remembrance arrives to strain at your Soul, like nostalgia, an Oldie-Goldie, a lingering Debt, some nightmare that comes out of the Cold; some guilt, some shadow, some past SIN, that Tyger-Tyger in the night, symmetry-framed? We dance to dance the things we have all met, a whisper's Song into our tomorrow.

c.2025. DD.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Easy-Peasy!"

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

...Easy-Peasy to fall in Love, 

Easy-Peasy to LOSE a zillion $$$$ in Monte-Carlo

(when U R broke?)

"Banco on this Card!!!"?

Easy-Peasy to take on the World,

regrets come a'tumbling-tomorrow!

A leap of Faith!

SPAM-sandwiches for the next 10 years!

Easy-Peasy, the tears of a Clown,

in despair and SHE is not there?

A fave song. Old Video. Delirium!

Easy-Peasy, cheese & wine

but when the day is done

No-one's there, just a Soldier,

a Lover

and his 1,000-yard stare!

c.2025, davedelacroix; almost April-fools day!

Our Lad in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A high wind to Jamaica."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A high wind to Jamaica."

(dedicato: Sarah B. Solo)

There's a high wind to Jamaica, there's a devil in our heart that wrongs and THRONGS, there's a highway to devastation that nails a crucifix to a bedroom wall.

There's a high wind to Jamaica, a deceptive Calypso which lulls U into complacency, a THOUGHT, arrogant that knows it All; yesterday's bounty, todays crystal sheen, a tomorrow "Good Ol days!", the glory of an age?

There's a high wind to Jamaica; we're setting sail today. Got smokes. Got beer & rum. Got the Heart we kept to save. A Greek chorus. A Song of Songs. A Poets pen. That Gothic kiss upon a midnights breeze.

c.2025. dave the rave, corozal-belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE< BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "ULS."

 Our fella in Europe/Belize, dAVE DELACROIX: "ULYSESS."

(dedicato: Rocky Hins.)

.... CURIOSITY killed the Cat, just DON'T kill ME. 

As for just where I spend my nights

that's nobodies BIZ 'cept mine. I got Whisky in the JAR-O!

Broken hearts PARADE nightly, UN-expected-dreams to frighten the BE-JESUS

out of a devout NUN...in a Habit, smiling?

God's majesty-GO FIGURE!

We all get to die Sweetie-pie under the sun, Remus, Adam, your Sons of Sons, cowards, heroes, the Brave:

ULLYSESS drew the strongest bow

who shot Life's arrow into tomorrow, OUR EYE!

c.2025, dave delacroix, corozal-belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The loneliness of the Winner."

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "The lonesome of the Winner." 

...S-ALL tough WHEN U WIN. -it's an empty Space, nothing up top, that UN-believer-able. After the Oscar Award, the cheap banquet, the Trophy, the accolades what's next do, do U?  U dance & sing in yr Hollywood Hotel Suite, - gotta Groupie? -masturbate frantically or donate your Celeb-wealth to disabled Kids?

Pretty much a Bitch UP THERE on your own. Your Fotos an Icon, a Song to nightmares till dusty days, death-enshroud, mummified in regrets-guilt, ALL those Gigs when U abandoned all U loved, mostly yourself, costumes U left behind? Pretty much, the Gig.

S-all a wreckage in retrospect, a Maltese Falcon, the stuff of Dreams that drove U on from some domestic Urban hell, better still the claws of your beginnings into an empty sky, at last, to ponder God's divinity, your own journey, a paradox, the Who U R and why, an artic heaven?

BUGS will always knaw at a WINNER. Goes with the terrain. Envy, jealousy, down-right sabotage. Ask "Mommy Dearest" or Bette Davies?..."Quite frankly My Dear I don't give a damned", the BARD too has a word or 2 before Clark Gable wore a Tux. The last word? From a Winner: I leave it up to U.

c.2025.davedelaacroix.

OUR BOY in EUROPE/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley: "...Do not go Bentley..."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix/David Michael Oxley: :...Do not go Bentley..."

DO NOT GO BENTLEY, as opposed to ROLLS-ROYCE, into this good night, the sedge has withered, the pond-dehydrated, birds? Swarm!

I shot a TESLA in the air it landed on the Moon I know not where, devout no doubt, we telescope-where, the mist in our lenses, kiss & beware!

The WAY to San Jose I get asked a lot, much to be said for staying in your Cot? And as for sleeping, that dream, that latest dream of Mice & Men, fools-funkers: inertia!!!

So go-NO a roving, the night gristles, our Time we drink & chain-smoke. Tra-la-la, do not go BENTLEY, Mercedez-blues into tomorrow's fright, a bell to toll less faced the sinew of Natures might.

c.2025. davedelacroix, sunning by the pool.

Our Lad in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix; "Foot danglin Blues."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, "Foot danglin Blues."

FOOT DANGLING till the end of Time, a ringing of the bell, our tomorrows beckon, foot-whossits like Ray Chandler or Micky Spillane, just WHO MURDERS who, a film noir on your plate, cold salad, hate or revenge to sear the BBQ; there's always an EVE, a snake in the tree, a sad song like U & me to make the dance complete.

So "foot-dangle" smile or smirk till the end of Time. In Vino-Veritas, booze on to inner truth, VINO, wine-wine-wine, a foot dangle till U find your mind, a B/W Foto, BIRDS-silent flicker in the sky, Philosophers - on bended knee - "the who or why? - foot dangle perhaps too, till the end of time; all Thought, true or false is forgotten remembrances.

c.2025. davedelacroix. the ides of march, corozal-belize.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wait till yr Father gets home."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wait till your father gets home."

(dedicato: Gordon W./Sheffield)

WAIT till your FATHER gets home, that childhood Song of Songs in every British-1950s family's house, whether it be Tuesday Piecrust, Bread N' Butter pudding Thursday, Treacle on Toast Friday or Fish N Chips on a Saturday night?

WAIT till ya Pappa comes home, that "bank holiday" someday, that trip to some hellish U.K. seashore RESORT, peopled with CARNIES who'll rob your kids blind.

WAIT till your father gets home; that bellringing in a Child's primaeval hell, just WHO WAS that dude, who never showed, dancing, romancing, out there someplace smelling someone else's Rose?

WHO WAS and WAIT!!!...That forlorn root of a tree, that illusive-forgotten fate? Wait for your XMAS, a plastic joy-toy. But wait till your father gets home.

Who was your Pappa, a hug to embrace or the breast of your Mamma, beyond compare. Only the lonesome, the resolute, the STRONG can know the vacuum, that empty song; "Wait till your father comes home!" ever waiting eyes on the front door ...in trouble...a tremble...and hum along.

c. davedelacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, a Sonnet: "...If I should forget."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, a Sonnet: "...If I should forget."

...If I should forget in the forgetting of a conscious day, this ILLIAD of boo-ga-loo in which we dance & play or forgetful, remiss, anniversaries, a poignant date, Season, a tribute, a whoopsies-"Hey Lady!" -look into my eyes?

If I should forget in Life's forgetting all our yesterdays or scribe worthless rhymes that de-flower memory's sovereignty nor not lend dignity to Love's heritage, forgive too yet look into my eyes?

If I should forget our own God's-given dignity who's to say, a "concept" raging thru War & Peace, Politic-GREED at stake? These World Masters rotten with deceit cannot look into Love's eyes.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix; Come Home little Sheba!

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: Come Home little Sheba!

...Little SHEBA come home! Tell me of your adventures-bohemian, a journey, a portrait, a sculpture in the town square, a poem-divine to capture, round or square of Love's promise? On the cusp of Tomorrow or the dark sequence within us all, a devilled-egg upon a spoon to poison banquets of the eye or suggestive, coffee-biscuits, tea & cream, the moisture of civilizations, a SONG: "Little Sheba!" A price above rubies, "Come Home!!!"... Elders, Mortals, we die at your feet.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

OUR FELLA in EUROPE/Belize, dave delacroix: "Out there!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize: dave delacroix: "Out THERE!!!"

(dedicato; John Rudd)

....OUT THERE in Space no-one can hear U Fuck.

 Out there in Space nobody cares if U think. 

Out there in Space not a Soul will ever sense

or make sense of your dreams?

Out there in Space there ain't no Wrong or Right excepting that Carbon Rock, 

an Asteroid-collision, to put out your light?

Out there in Space, Major-Tom sitting in his lost "tin-can"; 

Out there, "funk-to-funky": no "Selfie"!

Out there in Space nobody knows IF U R True or False. 

Alas: OUT THERE, my Friends, a message, 

a Universal- forgetting: Out there, out there, dissolution...

c. the IDES of March, davedelacroix; happy tunes w/cocktails by the pool.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: The Trashman Cometh!

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: The Trashman Cometh!

MONEY!? Rip your heart out. The KIDS R threadbare, MEDICAL go n STARE, the DENTIST in AUSHWITZ, Dr. Mengele -Healthcare....The TRASHMAN, a-come for U?....

....I always thought the J.F.K. assassination was highly UN-democratic, the failed Trump-one, a comedy of staged-errors (the Trashman's Off-day?), the Ides of March R clearly overrated whilst rabid Russki-blow-Hards please take note? DANGER thrives in having NO brain.

DEATH loves a Crowd, fools & funkers sing the loudest, a Wailers-tune, an EX-patriot's retreat, always superior, a sinew-conceit to gild the lily? Ceasars & Czars; limited mortality.

AH! WOE to the Vanquished! The Trashman cometh, Time racing, U racing Time. Kettle Drums BEAT the Trashman's tattoo. Out there in CANCER no one can hear U scream. The Trashman cometh, today, if not for me then for who?

Today, in Corozal-Belize, a bunch of lads, hanging, back of the Trash-Truck, whistling as they go, throwing plastic bags into their truck, not knowing what or where but ABOVE the Trashman knows.

MONEY!? Rip your heart out. The story, OUR story, is Greed...on which the Trashman always feeds.

c.2025, Dave Delacroix, poet at large.

our man in europe. dave delacroix, "The Great Boogaloo!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Great Boogaloo!

 ....no-one is safe, don't feel safe, that gig u found, no-one dances to the tune u sing, a background chorus resounds, no-one hollers your fate in the well, no-one screams that fate-befallen, no-one picks up your skirts, a laundry-bleached far away.

no-one writes your old fave tune or sings of your heroics in war n doom, no-one gonna pick up ya pieces or kiss your memory, that boogaloo, that was u. What is U, what IS u, por quoi?

no-one ever got -gone in their mind, a lost song, time long since, time after time, nobody Confucius, no body with half a brain will ever sing of your fame. a frail sinew. Eternity's SCREAM of silence.

no-one is safe from obscurity, that non-existential real estate of castles in the air, empires, or a code of ethics which dissolve in the hands of tomorrow's kids, yet their joy, resounding, echoes your despair? 

no-one is safe from the great boogaloo, the hat u wear, the shoes that wear your feet, no-one gets to meet n greet outside of the almighty, a busy icon, last heard, a-throng with riffraff, zealots, parasites n sycophants, whilst writing his own song, in perpetual utero.

c.2025, dd, giggin in czl, bz....we prevail.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "Kings & Crowns."

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "Kings & Crowns."

...ALL OUR YESTERDAYS, our Lifes regrets.... YOURS! -my own too; that brain-SWARM in your 11th hour to haunt, that hunts U down to - lol - dusty death? Macbeth (Scottish Gig/male-lead) a dude, maybe, arguably, never had it so good?...

Blood & GUTS, NO concealed weapons, NO Non-smoking, no Cafe=Klatch, no being NICE to bloody foreigners - outside of a decent CURRY - getting "loaded" and if U have a Dog why bark yourself? ("Fly Fleance - to Starbucks U Pussy!) WOKE fuckers stripped of their "shorties"? "KARENS up a tree?

Yup. All our gigs gone down. Yesterdays-tomorrows memories, that swirling Martini UP or any way IS the only way, your liver (Suicide note: "Farewell cruel World!) don't count; we don't mention the "L" word, in certain circles (cultural snobbery), wotchagonnaDO? 

Who SINGS of Yesterday, Francois Villion, some Poet, HOMER! (Don't forget Him!) Dante comes to mind too or rag-tail BOB MARLEY who will, sublimely, ease U into that long term room? King s & Crowns how mighty We fall...but JOY to the World; Nuff-said.

c.2025. dave the rave. belize-corozal.

our man in europe/belize, "The BLEED!"

our lad in europe/belize, "The Bleed!"

 no need to hook, 

no blow, no cook

the world in which we bleed

no sweet romance

u fucking prance

a world, s-where we bleed

u got ya blood

u own our soul,

but we don't care anymore

Singing: Death & Taxes U Sweetheart?

Please stick it UP YA ASS!

I aint Bleeding for U no more!

no need to look, catch my book,

we aint there any more

gotta GAL I wanna score, etc.

check ya Book

U outta luck: GO BLEED!!!

I aint Giggin for ya Gig no more!

c.2025 dd, whoosits.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, dave delacroix: "RIMBAUD A'la Carte!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Rimbaud A'la Carte!"

(dedicato: Steven Johnson)

"RIMBAUD A'la Carte!"

 ...(Singing:) Wine & Cheese, maybe some groovy prosciutto

wine & cheese, 

a decent Chianti or Bordeaux

can we groove again

Bela, mademoiselle, tonight?

Wine & cheese, perhaps

a bouillabaisse, a candlelight

a dinner in Cassis

by the bay?

Wine & cheese 

a Rimbaud poem comes

to mind,

birds wings fly, soundless,

my love resounds!

Wine & cheese,

Cheri, sing my Baudelaire

hail Apollinaire,

oysters in Normandy

a le recherche!

c.2025 davedelacroix. (always keep sentimental poem real short)

Our Man in Europe/Belize/Meso-America, Dave Delacroix: "NIGHT TRAIN!"

Our Man in Europe. Dave Delacroix, "Night Train!"

(dedicato, U.K. fellow rockstar, Marc Pierson)

 ..../WHOA! Who knows the pop song hook-line of ya Soul? -that CHORUS-orchestration turning ya Balls (Test-Tackles), that - in pain/soprano - sings out your Tomorrow or Yesterdays-gilded in gold OR that Silver of your Lifes-song, a song of U?

Who KNOWS the dynamic, that sleet & snow, dem battles U won or lost, GIGS, your days in Hell, a tragedy resting in a corner, a mantel, a Winter wear, somehow a kiss of Life, still to savor natures concubine, the YOU? The Fan's ROAR or a lonely dressing room? (Sweet-Lordy!)

Who knows your HOOK, that Song, sinew, haunting the devil in your fate... as all our yesterdays, like ghosts, stalking, a conscience, a role in our Play? Cosmetics, a hairdo, a costume change, skipping a rental, that World Tour in your brain? (Stand-Up Comedians, R they happier?)

WHOA! St. Crispins Day! An Agincourt!  A Night Train, your Life? .... let the "Te Deum" be sung. The Night Train "Arriba" always on time. Welsh Harps, Guitar Six-string complainers or weekend Rockstars, alas can never...warble...compensate? The Night Train is finite - tough break -but your song-belongs?

c.davedelacroix, 2025.

our man in europe/belize, dave delacroix, ...lonely the hunter.

 our lad in europe/belize, dave delacroix, lonely the hunter

dedicato, greg perez.

lonely the hunter

 his love alone in its own

 heart, lonely, hunting

 that yesterday, without a tomorrow.

lonely the sinew that coils a souvenir,

habitue of your reminiscence

fates after-thought

lonely is those pigtails, go frick ya-self kid,

the brat on gods shelf,

heavens hit or miss, the hunter.

lonely is your super-dome

the lonely fills just what u own,

as the lonely will come to u,

millions, a roar of silence

to confound your footprints in the sand.

lonely is the hunter

lonesome love alone in its own heart

that jaded prism, a rainbow,

nothing ends or starts,

a guitar strums, crows caw

the hunter's heart, screaming blood raw.

c.2025, dd copyright stuff, davidmichaeloxley.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley (after-life FB existence)>"The SONGSTA-IL MARIARCHI!" (A hot cup of Joe!)

 Our Man in BOOGALOO, dave delacroix, "The Song Guy/IL Mariachi, still on Patrol-2025."

"IL MAESTRO-MARIACHI!" (A Hot Cup of Joe!)

.,...Lifestyles of the destitute & IN-famous... where to GET ON UP is to get on DOWN, where your mattress is cardboard, a guitar case for a pillow, where your Gal is the NAME of just another "RE-al California" Monastary/Nunnery/Transgender/hospitale for Social Fuck-Ups  and your Mariachi's reputation resounds in Tavern's, Bars from hell, some busy-bodies Clown goes "BOO!!!" - where iconic DIVAS love Ya till rich-pappas say "NEIN!" whilst their "Mommies" eye U with (great) sexual expectations, kids & Fan's, siblings RECITE your latest Poem/Canzone: Kids of course, U/WE always get along, poetry's Minestrone and moonlit nights, sunset dreams, the rhymes U have found, a dance in some Strangers mind, the "WHISTLER" fucker in the wind; a SOAP, TV media show,  a "Tempesta-Amore", Lifestyles of the destitute & In-famous: "WotchagonnaDO?" Like a Song for Ever more: The loneliness of a Mariachi, some LIFE twix Casa Mexicano, a long Texas (?) highway, this heaven on earth, that grand illusion. IL Mariachi plucks his tune, leaving your desert Soul, cold, alone, hitch-hiking to a roadhouse in the morning for bacon, toast, eggs over easy like Hamlet, Shakespear's Prince of Denmark or YOU... for a hot cup of Joe!

c. 2024, dave delacroix./david michael oxley. 

OUR MAN in EURIOPE, Dave Delacroix, (BELIZE Person): "My Fave Lullaby."

 

Our LAD in EUROPE/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "My Fave Lullaby."

(dedicato: Lady Caroline.)

...My fave Lullaby, I keep for U, my favorite nighttime song, a star, a moon, I save only for U, when the world-asleep, my fave, for your sleep's dreams, a tune.

My fave-Song, kept in my heart, composed for so long, beginnings I forget. a song of nowhere, a song going nowhere all around in my heart, around and around, classics do!

My fave lullaby, my favorite Child, that burnished concept, defying the wild of a day's eternity, a lingering kiss, now gone, alas remiss, yet tomorrow's lullaby, a song for U.

c. DD. Copyrights stuff. 2025.

OUR DAVE in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix/david michael oxley esq.: "PINOT NOIR!"

 

Our LAD in Europe/Belize, dave delavroix/david michael oxley esq.: "PINOT NOIR!"

(dedicato: Lady Caroline)

Do I love U? 

Of course.

 Do U need me?

 Absolutely!

 Will U still want me when I'm 64? 

Pinot Noir?

 Will U kiss me?...Evermore?

 No need to ask!

 Pinot Noir!

 Will U bring flowers to my Grave?

 I know the Florist, no worries! 

Yo. But how can I be sure?

 Pinot Noir!

....We kiss for ever more!

c.dave delacroix, feb. 2025

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix; "A Murder of Blues."

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "A Murder of Blues."

 Dark-dangst-nite! Red shoes, torn red dress, alley stinking of piss, one hand clapping, a SMACK of a kiss and SCARS don't fade; Love, HEARTS, a stolen Guitar resounds, a haunting to throng dreams that REFUSE to FWD to leave U in Silence, the murder of U?

Dark, dangst, and night-eyebrows that curl like Cats-Arch, ready to die or pounce, a reckless highway, a Grindhouse TruckStop, that whore-ish moment, by choice, we all choose, yet lament, plights sorrow, a conscious SILENCE, that silence, the murder of your Blues.

Dark, dangest night, a lily in a Pre-Raphaelite, sublime in time, UN-without, a harvest for WHA!? GODS dancing. Puppet Masters prancing. Illusory Icons, Imans, Rabis, Priests savoring your fall; a GYPSY tune, perhaps, quite Pagan, yet still ....a murder of Blues.

c.feb, 2025. Dave copright stuff. Got cancer.

Our Dave in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "Last Tea Bag to Avalon."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix, "Last Tea Bag to Avalon." 

lonesome, whadya expect, dr Charles declining patient Helene's-caress, her hubby, L.A. patrolman, rocky, in the b/w, stalking the clinic, the homicide un-winds.

just who shot the victim, who witnessed the crime, just who had an alibi when the whoopsies went down and who stood to gain or lose faith deranged, who would the detective's peek-a-boo in this frame.

who was da man, who was the gal. and the other frail, or was it handbags at 40 paces, an whose bank account left sitting to rank; times like these, u suspect the one sitting behind u.

it maybe your wife, your dysfunctional kid or his twisted sister, they all got a lisp. the plumber, the ghost of a milkman, that handyman john, whistling, smiling the last tea bag to Avalon

a-come tumbling down, family & friends in a purview-loop, no one could devise, HOLLYWOOD-conceptualize, a maverick-drive-by, out-of-Pasadena, a punk, who simply let bullets fly. A chronic Non-smoker!

c.2025. dave delacroix. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley Esq.: "BEL-AIR BLUES!"

Our Dude in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "Bel-Air/Beverly Hills Blues."

(dedicato: Malibu Swimm-Pool Tsar: John Scace)

Where have all the Critters gone, long time passing? Where have all the bushy-tailed varmints gone, long time ago? SHOT DEM BUGGERS everyone, see dem hanging on my lumber hall, more trophies to accrue, a Vivisect a/guy who stuffs dead varmints decorates my East wing! All Non-Smokers.

Where have all the trees begone, long time passing? Where's the bloody Trees, long gone, out of your World? Dem TREES, blocking my Sea-view and my Septic Tank & Swimming Pool; Charity Kids Swim-Pool Day, for BEL-AIR & Beverley Hills. Does the Landscaper/Pool Guy have a "Green Card"?

Where have all my NEIGHBORS gone, long time passing? Neighbors, where did WE go, short-yesterday? Got a gig, killed off a gig, lost all my money, WANDA ran off with her "Tennis-Pro", to "Vermouth" (probably VERMONT!) -s-where I begat this protest-songeroni, a morning barbers shave, maybe I still don't know?

c.2025. davedelacroix/oxley. copyright stuff.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave delacroix/David Michael Oxley Esq.: "Sublime da Nite!"

OUr Dude in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix/BELIZE, "Sublime da Nite..." 

Sublime the Night that capture your Kiss? Sublime, any-which-way, but not hit & miss, that ELECTRIC to shock & Soul to wretch the Devil from your Soul, to face the DEMON-within who'll sing song, who'll let you IN then charge U admission, read U your Rights, hand U a Condom, say: "Do it right!"?

Sublime the Night that CATS your twilight, who PURRS your downfall, who fixes your Shawl; wear THIS, trust me. U'll look divine. And IN the morning, lose my number. U'll be fine. Can ANYBODY best a Shrine? Cleopatra's kiss, a tragedy?

Sublime the Night, eloquence Un-bound that echoes, re-sounds, EGO, tra-la-la; a Delphi, monumental, Virginity on a spree or incense-sticks to perfume the kicks, Regazzi-tricks, a forest of Olive trees to oil History's wheels, sublime is the Night, that Kiss.

c. 2025/Copywright stuff.

OUR MAN in Europe/Dave Delacroix (now in Belize speakin Mandarin): "Kit Marlowe!" (English Poet-1500s)

 

OUR BLOKE in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Kit Marlowe Blues!!"

(dedicato: Sir John Waller. bart.)

Come live with me & be My Gig, that insecure. diabolical, that God-damned frenzy, that racing MENU, a cacophony of weekend rage, in-explicable, that dictates bad Mondays or sends them off to evermore!?

Come live with me & be my Gig, play a drum, bass guitar, be grounded to keep my feet/ head OFF the concert floor where imagination reigned, where sovereign dreams faltered, a Kit Marlowe swordplay?

Come live with me & BE: A role, a Play, a Gig, together, to inter-twine, in sinew, that cup of Vino to succor, an accounting, a whistles-echo... to savor the splendor of our ways?

Come LIVE, a YOU, ME intrinsic. ("I'm on Facebook!) Kit Marlowe & the Prince of Thieves! Resolved in Tavern-duels/death, the murky tidal-Thames, Poet & Poetry washed away.

c.2025.; dave....copyright stuff.