Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Gringo Lane."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "On Gringo Lane."

ON GRINGO LANE, Limeys, Yank-Canute EX-PATS, lonely specimens, aging Men from Rock & Roll, Hollywood-career-Wars? Culinary half Mexican, served his apprenticeship in Lyon-France? A SARGASSO SEA, a Cultural debris washed UP on Gringo Lane. 

On Gringo Lane a libid, pre-skeletal Elephants Walk, where memory dies, Men's MEMORY tusks might be found in E-Mails to their daughters or the built/creation of a CATAMARAN, never destined to sail the Sea.  Just WHO, if I have not found Love, who can I be?

On Gringo Lane a guitar chord resonates, the hollow-horror of my tropical isolation resonates, my days R done, where-in I lay to pass these days....Maybe I'll get ROCKY to trim these damned palm trees? Will my LOVER ever come back again?... So I slip into the swimming pool... On Gringo Lane.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave Delacroix: LAURA! -The Naked City!!! (Screenplay/Narrative for future Corozal Short-Film Group.)

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "LAURA! -The Naked City!!!"

.... WALDO SLIT the THROAT of (goodnight:) IRENE. She had no time to compose a suicide note, all bets were off, leastways, a long shot. Her SCREAM wrapped in "silencio", a Chicago Raincoat dumped in the L.A. River? 

Lotta bad things happened back then in 1940's HOLLYWOOD, the BLACK DAHLIA, whores, gigolos, Power-Brokers, their grandsons, still there, a GRINDHOUSE of predators, "Weinstein" devils ROAM?...And mostly with limited culinary skills?

IRENE? Infact her name was LAURA. It was a Dumb-fuck WALDO (Film Director) who had killed the wrong Babe? She (LAURA) had, possibly, yet to be later STRANGLED....  

(Waldo:) " My Dear? If I cannot have U then no-one can!"

(Laura:) :OH!!! So who IS this corpse on da floor?"

(Waldo:) "Can I off er U a dry Martini...before U depart this life?"

(Laura:) "With an olive perhaps?"

(Waldo:) "Sophistication departs reality I fear?"

(Laura:) "The babe on the rug?"

(Waldo:) "I mistook her for U."

(Laura:) "Lucky for ME Waldo!? .... I strap on this ELECTRIC, BATTERY-POWERED LAWN MOWER. It'll take your head CLEAN OFF!!!"

(Cops bust in/arrest Waldo.)

(Waldo:) "Can I cop a plea!?"

,,,,There R 8 million stories in the NAKED CITY. ...THIS has bin one of dem.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix, Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a, David Michael Oxley...on Facebook): "DOUBLE-INDOUBTABILITY!"...the screenplay/narrative.

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Double IN doubt-ability!" (screenplay/narrative): DOUBLE-INDOUBTABILITY!

"Double-IN doubt-ability!"

"...At the Funeral they didn't sing they just whispered "Danny-Boy". They had hired a Scottish BAG-Piper - AWOL - he had Asmah -Kilt & All, a carrot up his ass, he didn't show? Not too many (mourners) knew the words, (Danny-whoosits) all 3.5 of them, the Priest, the wife, the Stiff's daughter. I hung back but we hummed, seemed respectful like a Greek salad after a gone-South SUSHI in a Maigret raincoat? Coupla' gawkers?...

Was it raining? Go figure. An echo of Baudelaire's internment too; an "Invitation to a Voyage?"...WHATEVER!!!

 There were TWO murderers at the graveside, Life Insurance profiteers. One was WANDA the deceased Wife, the other the Insurance-Agent, for "ACME-U-B-DEAD/We got U covered/Hope-not!? -Insurance Co." .... That would be Me? The daughter, now a penniless orphan. Some sauce-see=A? The Goose SEEMED cooked! Forget the Priest. Priests R always somehow Origami?

......In Cemetaries there's always a YORRICK, a newfound, un-earthed SKULL, a conscience or a John Donne's newfoundland-hooker-epiphany? But shame on shadows, what NOBLE/King can "Gilde", make ghastly ornate-GUILT'S Lily? It HAS been done!

GUILTY, brutal, hard to look a (daughter) penniless, fatherless Victim in the eye? As gentle as a Faun?....... Even harder to AVOID looking at my Co-conspirator/Co-murderer, the WIFE; eyes buried in mud mascara under a jet-black veil? Certainly, NO victory/no IWO JIMA flag-raise-HUZZAH!!! ...Dark Blankets, History, Scrolls? Murder prevails. Shakespeare BLEEDS this lyric?

We'd fallen in LOVE; her hubby was an abusive/cheap ass ailing BASTARD... And anchoring my heart, she had me round her little finger/HOT PUSSY, money, all the usual vices. She wore me down, So I succumbed & got on-board, fool that I AM, I joined Histories' wicked hoards? I'd WALKED out of the light INTO a passion like a blinded Knight. A Devil's Crusade. "La belle dame sans merci."

WE, WANDA & I, whilst he wasn't LOOKING, we threw him off the California-Zephyr -Chicago to L.A. (Big train/Club Car). He was D.O.A. when his head hit the RAILS/a Cargo-Freight train came along & finished the gig? After that we just met in Drugstores, accidentally but THEN the bitch wanted to "whack" the daughter! -She had INSURANCE on the Kid too!?  .. Guess what, at the price of my OWN liberty, my tomorrow, for my own SOUL ...... Too many ???? marks...Too many doubts?......U KNOW what I had to do...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in EURPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The NEEDING!"

 Our Man In Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Needing."

(dedicato: Elizabeth Grant,)

"The Needing/Trouble is our Business."

IS THERE DISPAIR in your lullaby, that inner-cherish, that wrong gone wild, a tap-dance-universal which ICONS your zeal, a BHUDDA in your Liver, your Kidneys to wash away all sins?

Is there a lightning BOLT awakening your Soul that scares U FRIGID yet somehow makes U whole? Is there a "joy de vie" that; a dance thru Life, a majesty yet to define?

And Palm fronds grow as DO they shed, immortality, as an idea in your head?... Like the NEEDING for Tomorrow which sustains our pulse, a song, a poem, a tune, we thrive? As trouble is our business.

Is there a wicked rancor, a shriek of horror or laughter to shatter Life's determined Timeline? An ORBIT out of sync that no scientist nor philosopher can conceive? Coffee? High Tea? HAPPY HOUR! For I know we will always disagree?... Yet uncannily, unlike most Powers that BE....we TWO....live in Peace.

c.2025. davedelacroix. (Just bought some Chicken & Seafood to share.)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Sleep till Brooklyn, Pt 2."

 NO SLEEP till BROOKLYN, part 2

(dedicato: Carol Aniello.)

NO SLEEP till Brooklyn, gigs U wanna or don't wanna go. No sleep to Nirvana, that place, Curry-flavored, that drives U colonistically (WOW!) with desire? No sleep till Brooklyn, over the sea, a Fame or Holly-wood, some place U will never see. No sleep till Brooklyn, your Lady she lies, warmth, in your arms. No sleep till Brooklyn, there lays your WIRE. No sleep till Brooklyn, I'll rip off my shirt. No sleep till Brooklyn. under a Manhattan illusion shadow. PHEW!!!?

....On the OTHER HAND....We can always "Party" with a bottle of NIGHTRAIN on the Staten Island Ferry? Back & forth. There's-that?

c.2025. dave Delacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix;: LONDON ZOO, Regents Park."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "LONDON ZOO, Regents Park."

(dedicato: Rene Jr @ Natural Mystic Tiki-Bar, Corozal-Belize.)

Looks like I'm getting-a CAGING, no more a-wild rover, getting spoon-fed THROUGH BARS/ been biting at the Zoo's VISITORS, like I give a Maceral or a Monkey's ass? DEMENTIA-CITY!!! Guess, like EVERY PSCHO I can put it down to lack of infantile lactate suckling, financial-inability to afford prescription spectacles, a large foreskin, a lack of rejection-recognition; DAMNED If I don't qualify as a CEREAL-MUNCHIE!? (WOT!? No plastic toy in da box!? -I got robbed!!!). See wot a'mean?

SOooo-hard to roll a tobacco cigarette, when your hands, uncontrollably tremble (blame the Whisky!) and U try do it with your toes? Ask me another time to read your Palms, both of Em, when I don't have STINK-FOOT? But I can still baptize U in my swimming pool? WE R - STILL- the PEOPLE!!! (Song by Empire of the Sun). Every Song U loved goes with us to Valhalla! U cannot write them all?

Look's like, forget "all our yesterdays", all my TOMORROWS, they're gonna keep me in a CAGE, the CAGED-DAVE, $10 a-peep. Dementia-Central! Maybe he'll wag his tail? Signs & Wonders! And Angels or Devils transport to where we terminate, clothed in frayed riches in the final Court of Destiny? Better keep those fingernails clean, perhaps STILL a Princess yet to meet in that caged-lonely castle-tower we, alas, R destined to reside? As Hopes Pied-Piper leads a gesture of a bright Tomorrow. HOOP=LA. Fillet-mignon thru the cage-bars. My implant dentures sparkle in your gaze.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "Some of these days,,,"

Our Bloke in Europe/'Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Some of these days."

(dedicato: Greg Perez)

Some of these days, "au munchen taghen" (GER.) I will go to CATHAY, I will go, like Marco Polo to CHINA, that cauldron of Intelligence & rub shoulders with that DYNASTY of KNOWING?  One of these days I will RE-visit the days of my Youth, yet I will find only ASHES as we do. Sone of those days, love still beckons to a Yesterday, a Soul tug-of-war. Yesterday's shoes, yesterday's clothes, a MUSEUM of memory now laundered into infinity, beyond recall like an old "Selfie"? Where's ya BELLA now!? -U ask; sometimes too, SHE asks the same questions -Lonesome just like U? Some of these days, a Summers rain; despite ALL U feel like U made it, whatever that IS. Some of these days, maybe I WILL go to CATHAY. I will go to China. Tomorrow is all 'bout meeting new friends & the gift of your spirit shared. Some of these days my friends. Some of these days. To Cathay Someday. That ship awaits. And Tomorrow's shoes!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "DEMENTIA!"

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

(dedicato; Elizabeth Grant, Mon Coeur)

...When the RAIN comes... friends come & go, when your eyesight fails, U gotta go slow. When the RAIN comes, ya need to grip the steering wheel. No-one will notice 'cept U? When the RAIN comes, remember, just try, those 1 0r 2 friends who sticking with U, you feel, God knows why -U say,, arrogant: "oh Jesus, I am not worthy!" But they will smile at U? When the RAIN comes, whilst I still can REMEMBER, to make a pot of fresh Coffee, for my friends and a shot of whisky on the side. Somehow, I can STILL perceive our social origami?  But when the RAIN comes, let it pour. Yet let it bless my friends for evermore.

c.july/2025. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Yellow River."

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix -a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "THE YELLOW RIVER!!!"

(dedicato: Sergie, R.I.P.) 

The Yellow River

Me & my Spittoon, like T.S.Eliot or wanna dem Poet fricks in 1950s CLOTHED in Tweed s, my "life, measured in coffee spoons", not like Dylan Thomas, POET, a fellow functioning drunk, not posted, as we MUST, for longevity, a SAMPAN floating down a YELLOW river, nobody at the helm?

Me & my Spittoon, lonesome Bar, USA "football/Forty-Nine=ers versus the Lads outta BOSTON,(BULLS!?)  rigging a gig/score/predictable & as TUTU Bellas flirting the Saloon Bar, hunting for a security blanket, keyhole Kids, out in the alley awaiting supper?

Me & mah spittoon, chain smoking, wondring how low, how long my money will last, maybe I can run a TAB on this life? Maybe Budweiser, Scotch Whisky will run out? Maybe that girl, I always think about, one day will not forget me?

Me & mah spittoon, throat-cancer SPIT-SPIT-SPIT! (Hence the spittoon?) The 49ers R up by 6 points? BOSTON team have summoned a Catholic Priest. A little OFFSIDE me-thinks like giving the team an extra line of Coke? But then in life all bets R off. What's fair is foul, no fear nor favor...words U hear that hang around?

YO! Just ME & faceless Bartender//absolutely no character/wants to steal my change? The spittoon, SULKING, yet WHOA!!! Just look what walked IN, the bar's swinging louvre doors!?...DOBBEE-DO, HERE I GO AGAIN!!!'...The Yellow River.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Whoosits, Dave Delacroix; "Yangtze River."

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

Just leave me alone, I want to BE alone. I am NO-ONE, nobody U met me in the town, in rain or snow but please leave, leave me alone. I am OLD or fragile, maybe I have BEEN abused by fate but please step OUT of my STEP; I walk solitary, I walk in my OWN dignity, I am independent, I pay my bills? Just leave me alone. My Song, U will never hear, a Cantonese Lover's song for my Love who died so young. Just leave Me alone. Just let me BE alone...As by the Yangtze River, now years later I sing of past Joys, a Lover's song....

c.2025 Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "ELECTRA in the Morning!"

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "ELECTRA in the Morning."

GOOD old MOON, giving light at night, taking care of Tides, a ROCK in interstellar flight, inspiration of POETS, romantic mood, a Muse to inspire the Wise, the Fools? Good old Moon, to inspire or direct Seamen to conquer/navigate the World> Good old Moon, shine on.

Good old MOON, a ROCK in inter-stellar space, yup, it's cold out there, yet U circle, a universal stare. And if we ignore U, we rabid offence? We FOOLS hope U don't leave Us to our own devisers?

Good old MOON. I sing a song to U. Never leave. Never quit your midnight song. LADY MOON? Be a .... Cool Moon, Cool Moon, Cool Moon. Universal wisdom, still UN-tapped to wrench whilst we wage war, cannibalize, wreck this paradise you've seen before, with the SUN, no need to shed a tear.

Good old MOON. Forgive us. As a child, 1969, big-deal/APOLLO-something? -we smeared your lunar complexion with absolutely NO invitation!? Good old Moon, folks down HERE know what they do! I say to YOU, good old MOON, we'll sort it out, maybe someday soon! I'll do my BEST good old MOON!...

ELECTRA, Princess of TROY, prophesying the fall of Troy/ancient Greek-gig was recorded on an 8-track (c.450 BC.) wailing this "Moon-Chant" into a primitive microphone.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "I walked into the Sun!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "I walked into the Sun!"

...I walked into the Sun, a Panama hat, feet thru my sandals: HOT COALS! A delirium, maybe it was the Whisky-my dehydrated Soul? Maybe many things, past bruises & stings? Where did I GO so long ago before I walked into the Sun?

I walked into the Sun. Nobody held my hand, no Fear nor Favor, no clutch to restrain/to wring my Heart? Just basic despair, "economy-brand" that tattoos a gangster of Love, left with the tide, beached, and no place to hide?

I walk into the Sun, a twilight fright....to shrivel...in eternities night! Poets & Songsters will sing my glory, glory-fleeting in the memory of none. A silence-ROARS!!!

I walked into the Sun. Like any fool? A Panama hat. Sandals or Italian hand-made shoes? ICARUS with wings made of wax, before he flew. A kiss to a girl, a fond-rendezvous, I took my arrogance, my wit & flippancy into GOD'S chamber. I walked INTO the Sun. Yet lonely glow.

c.2025/dave delacroix/Lord Borgo.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE; (For 5-East-Peasy Movie.Script:)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, for "5-Easy-Peasy" movie Script... (Scene 5-ish) SCRIPT for DAVE SMITH & ROCKY HINDS. ......Jo-K & M-K paddling upstream to find Kurtz.

....paddle-paddle-paddle.

(Joseph-K:)

"So MAKUMBA/w-machete took me UP tributary of the ZAMBONI...This Native, Makumba, paddling-along, prattled-on about the Local JU-JU-men, local jungle legends. His BIG warning - Anaconda reptiles/Crocodiles was mostlty a fear about CIRCE, some jungle QUEEN renown for killing any Strangers HEART! BEWARE he warned, do NOT stop on the river where she is Queen?...(He spun some tales?)...."There was CYCLOPS. He lasted 10 minutes! -Escaped with only one eye? The Lesbo Queen of Sheba! 5 Minutes? The Corleone-Twins? About 2 seconds! SO many more?"

(Makumba:) 

"We do NOT linger here!"

(J-K;)

"So why R U so scared!?"

(MK:)

"She cut off my left Test-Tackle but let me live!!!"

(J-K:)

"Mein got!!!"

c.davedelacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: (WENDY!)) I AM ATHENA, Goddess of the GODS!

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, I AM ATHENA!

I am Athena, Goddess of the Gods, TRAVELLER who pass on by... beware the tales of who/how they died, sinew-twisted, hearts-broken, a river of dead Souls?....So GO THEN to thy Destiny. Beyond, a tomorrow lies your sticking post!

c.davedekaxroix, 2025

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

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

Lotta TUNES stick in your mind, Beethoven's Ode ta Joy, Sinatra's Strangers in the Night, and maybe JACKIE BLUE, song by the OZARK MOUNTAIN DAREDEVILS, a band outta Missouri? Their best rendition, incidentally, showcased on the BBC TV, Old Grey Whistle Test/U can google? JACKIE BLUE, original concept, some Drug Dealer in some Kansas Music Roadhouse, composed, the boys turned it (the song/concept) quite perfectly and put it in a Pop Song jar!

THESE LADS like Steeleye Dan, CSN&Y, America or the EAGLES would-a made it BIG TIME but HOLLYWOOD & MISSOURI don't mix, the BOYS pretty much in their "cups" when Hollywood "Bigshots" came to vivisect their potential? JACKIE BLUE. OK with Me & U. Hollywood, as usual, missed the BEAT!

c.2025. dave delacroix..