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.