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!