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.