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.