Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix; "Why YELL at the Moon!?"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "WHY YELL at the Moon?"

...Why yell at the moon? Why NOT!!! S'what it's there for!... I get asked this question - in Mandarin - a lot, sometimes in ITALIANO (?), Arabic too? But especially from my neighbors who - nighttime - trying to get some sleep? (sad saps!) Bad neighbor.

Why HOWL at the Moon? Because it's there/WOTCHAGONNADO? It's just U, the NIGHT, that frickin Moon staring U right back, handbags at 20 pacers plus no-one gets SHOT, no-one gets arrested, no court case, no VICTIM but somehow there's always some "peekaboo", 

some un-satisfied "vagina", some non-smoking-WOKE Matilda ready to rectify the Feng-Shay? And as for being accused of being a basket case", a menace to society all because someone just wants to howl at the Moon?

HOWL at the Moon! Howl at the Moon! It's never too soon but don't leave your HOWL too late. That universal chemistry will invade your fate.

Why YELL at the Moon, Saturn or MARS, symbols orbiting all we R. Why yell at the Moon, sheild our eyes from the SUN. Why sleep at night? Because we must.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Dude in Europe/WASTREL/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "My favorite First Lady!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "My First Lady."

BARBARA B., ROSLYN C...  MICHELE O'B. And all those GALS who stood by their MAN in the USA Presidential HOT seat? ...

My OWN favorite LADY in MY life, names lost to history who nurtured my soul, as port after storm, sleep after toil, and death - within their breasts - doth greatly please? (Chancer!) Memories-SCREAM!!!

MY favorite FIRST LADY enfolded in my heart, buried DEEP within and without the MEN WE R., whose song we sing for ever more. Her name might be "Happy-Song!", Evette, Anita, Claudia or Suzie?

It doesn't matter if U buried her in the mud of your Past. Old betrayals/Sins/Conscience cast long shadows? But YOUR first lady, that spring in her eye, her light of foot, a new life to savor; do U often think of her, hoping U might think SHE thinks of U. 

My first lady lies. Her ashes belong to me & swirl in my mind. Eternal as it should be. Barbara B., Roslyn C., Michele O'B., and all the ladies in histories shadows, we SALUTE and now stand in victory!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Hollywood/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "MAKE IT BLUE!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Make it Blue!"

(dedicato: ALL Migrants, World-wide. Looking for a SAFE & better life.)

"Make it Blue!"

...IF WE R DOWN to the WIRE don't worry my love; boogaloo-boogaloo we'll make it blue. IF the SUN don't shine, I'll abracadabra, pluck a rose from out of your ear & make it blue maybe a Carnation? 

 If storm clouds appear "lookin-bastarda!" I'LL rugby-kick ',em off to the Moon, if the bills pile up we'll fuel the BBQ and make our world go blue.

If we REFUGEE but the KIDS got fed, we stand together, TRUE! Like Australian-Sundowners, ne'er without a home, our GRIT will see us through; every cloud they say has a silver lining, but in our darkest hour, R. WE BLUE?

R. We Blue? R. we blue? I love U too. R. we blue. Yes, Sir WE R Blue. Let's make it Blue. A song for U.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "JAMES BOND!" (Licensed to Chill!)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "James Bond!" (Licensed to CHILL!)

...IS MY BOND (James) YOUR Bond? At the casino table, Monte-Carlo, OR is he some now worn-out BUM, tattered tuxedo, positively 4th. St., N.Y.C. hustling for pocket change?

Is MY Bond YOUR Bond, suave-dude, flying helicopters, that "espionage-interceptor" shooting down "evil Spies" (probably Russkies) or S.P.E.C.T.R.E. devils?

Or is he some kind of "Ethics-Mandarin", a British-Grandee, fell afoul of changing times, culled-downsized from the British Secret (sic) service, established home of Pedophiles, bum-bandits from Eton/Cambridge, certainly no refuge of altruism.

Is your BOND, his fingernails CLAWING at the Cult of ROYALTY'S- disintegration (Future looking bleak), a Commander of the British Naval Empire now busking, playing Banjo on foreign shores?

Where R the CAMERAS, the Hollywood hullabaloo? Did a cultural-NEMESIS GHOST finally "WOKE!", and out of Time's confusion come along & say: "BAHOOOO!!!! Mr. Bond?"

IS MY BOND YOUR BOND, a Tuxedo-wreck, wheel-chaired in a nursing home with trophies wall to wall, mounted: GOLDFINGER & All. Frame pictures of Codex, theatrical twists! Now all to deflect "dementia's" fist.

"My name is Bond. James Bond. Now licensed to chill." The legend grows...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Raising KANE!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix Esq.: "Raising KANE!"

(Song:) ...A NIGHTIME - GOING DOWNTOWN - in my brain. A nighttime - going downtown - on a train! A nighttime - going downtown - in my brain.

(The horror! The horror! The horror!) RAISING KANE! Raising Kane!

...A splash of SUN in your moonlight - a SPARK of fear -expands your doom, year on year. /going downtown - to DROWNED, a Whisky bathtub FOR A CROWN just like raising KANE by any other name.

A nighttime - going downtown - in your SCREAM. A cyclone indifferent to your spleen? A downtown, that Night of nights; baby U'd better cuddle UP so tight!

Going downtown TONIGHT in mah brain. Baby, going downtown tonight -Raising KANE!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, dave delacroix: "WISDOM-Circling!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wisdom-Circling!"

...(Song:)...I just don't need People anymore. I just don't need the madding crowd no more. Old-International friends, I observe, inter-net, I rejoice by proxy, old LOVES ashes, but neither do we need them knocking at our door.

I just don't need the "rag n'tazz" the World in which we careened and ALL that JAZZ for which we all screamed? Now I walk a lonely Blues, not for everybody's Brogue or shoes like kissin' Yesterday "Goodbye!" Who cries for Tomorrow!? Who cries for Today!?

A "SALUTE!!!" I now just don't need your fantail in my face. There's fossil-evidence. Dental-DNA> proving nothing but Life's repetition. But a campfire SONG or 2 will change my tune: The GODZ never give up on our Spirit!

...I just don't need FOLKS anymore. The madding crowd, AWAY! AWAY! I indulge in memory as I sliver into the swimming pool to drink Wisdom's circling. A FADE like a fugitive that can never get away.

c.dave delacroix,

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix....Secret Agent Man with NO expense Account/please send pocket-change!..."TIME after TIME!!!"

 Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Time after Time!"

WHEN SOME STAR-CROSSED lovers in a Tuscan town, when GIACOMO CASANOVA licked his last-loved TITS, or Frederick, EMPEROR (sic) of Prussia lost his last battlefield, to be over-shadowed by lesser-U/Me, NAPOLEON on histories discriminating tree, CAESAR! GENGHKIS-KHAN! (Time after Time...

....(Did Tambourline -the tyrant christened the TAMBOURLINE/And would Bob Dylan have re-thought the song-title?) WHO THE HELL named the CYMBAL-CYMBAL! (Shringing of death/Executions!!! Mary Queen of Scots...on the execution block: "Could U go EASY on the Cymbals?"

Could these TYRANTS, even Nobles'' CATS just ever be satisfied with a "Duplex/running water/occasional hired Virgins? Just WHAT were their Mandarin needs?".... (BITCOIN!!!?)

WHEN ARROGANCE, insult, folly to SLAP into TIME'S-CLOCK-FACE!? The ONLY GOD U should never disgrace for it never forgets & YOU R REMEMBERED!!!...Mental masturbation won't get U off the hook! Time after Time. (Nice gear but there IS NO GET-OUT Boogie!!!)

I hired a SANPAN to take me down the Yellow River, didn't know just where it would send me, to Hong Kong, maybe as far as Singapore in my dreams? When your SOUL just needs a Plumber maybe go sail down a river yet it's probably too late, forgoes the garlic in your FIX, better still a kiss too late? Time after Time. A PRE-souvenir of Fate?

When U witness some Star-crossed Lovers outta a Tuscan PLAY, U had best pick up a Mandolin, strum, then CRY for your own histrionic Soul. (Time, ENCORE, after Time.). Maybe the Yellow River will take U home.  Confucius TOO, an open JURY, Time's "JUDGE & Jury". Fingers-crossed: Time after Time. A comedic "Clochemerle" of theatre, a seeping sinew within your invisible! The lipstick on your mirror!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe. Dave Delacroix. "SONG!" (via John Donne.)

 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "SONG!" (via John Donne)

GOE U MUCKERS & find a falling Star, tell me what RABBI cut off your foreskin-whostits, DO these religio-butchers, legal, still prevail? -Islamic Witch-D0octors, cutting OFF young GRLS GENITALIA- BEASTIALITY!!! Let's take it TO THER PENIS-HOME!!!.... Burn their Hoburg Hat/their Talmud!!? 

GOE catch a falling Star, get with child a mandrake root, a KADDSH for Raechel, a price above rubies, were U EVER gonna give that Gal a break?

U wrankle-wrankle who U R, your wring your hands in pre-disdain, your life-ajar, no song, no joy, no logic to CLOY in a Gentile's World of nothingness.

GOE & find your shooting Star, it's always tough to find your GIG yet find what winde serves to an advance an honest mind.

c.dave delacroix. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacrix: " HITLER'S BUNKER!"

our dude in europe/now belizze, dave delacroix, "Hitler's Bunker."

(dedicat: 55 MILLION Souls/loved ones who perished/we DO NOT FORGET!!!)

 HITLER'S BUNKER, the fearless RUSSKIES at OUR door. Probably it would have bothered You too? . Stiff-Prussian guts, (In the Bunker we had Schapp's on tap.).

Medal'd/ we NAZIS, good idea at the time/ came along for disgraced WW-1- German pride? - clicking heels, yet now, but soonest -  "Alles VERBOTEN! /frickin NO SMOKING!!" (Always keep an eye! Never trust a man who doesn't DRINK.. & keep one eye on the non-smokers!)

 Yet NOW (wearing my Iron Cross in Hitlr's bunker) where is Claudia, Heidi, the children on my Bavarian farm? We WHIT, whining about our injuries/casualties but never speak of our harm?

 The Blitz over England, the destruction of Rotterdam, Stalingrad-A RUIN, Jew, Gypsies the "office-HEP-CATS" (USA-Music), as our MANICAL SERVANTS, recently promoted "Brown Shirt: Berlins KU-DAM? -Who finally, cannibalistic now taking refuge in the U-BHAN like MORLOCKS: HITLER (this AUSTRIAN CORPORAL) now orders its flooding to drown the lot?

HITLER's Bunker. Russian artillery pound overhead. But can WE ever KNOW our regimes VICTIMS dread? A firing squad, A Concentration camp. A Gas shower, no washing/cleaning. Nothing but GOD, Some kind of faith/ singing as many NAZIS victims sang, "The Marseillaise! "save our souls? But WE do not forget!?

No doubt in th Hitler's Bunker NO be-Medaled Nazis Officer had THIS in mind in the final hour of the Third Reich? Hitler shot himself and everyone immediately whipped out their cigarettes & started chain smoking !

(Better they had shot themselves!!!)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix,

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: Dave Delacroix: "PISS, Wine & Death!" (McSorley's!)

 PISS! WINE! & DEATH! (McSorley's!)...

Piss! Wine! & Death! The happy Sonority! Bitches in SKIRTS to flirt your penis infatuatedly, outside of your mental "College Campus" psyche-macaroni; what "curriculum" explains your student yearning?

 A boy, LATIN-Learnt, Priest hood on horizon, where "GONE yesterday's snows", (Francois Villon) or his Poet-English fellow in England, "Goe & find a falling star? (John Donne) A emotion-mechanics BEFORE Archimedes.... Greek guy who could " fixed your IN-door Plumbing-PLUS create World War 3, toys and all?

-Now lost, dead, genius shrouded in verse? And piss, wine & death not with-standing murder by a Roman soldier in Syracuse-Sicily. The equivalent of murdering Frank Loydd Wright, buying a newspaper on 5th. Ave., NYC., the EAR that Vincent van Gogh lost?

PISS! WINE! & DEATH! Old McSorley's' Pub in Manhattan, N.Y.C. (Astor, NYC subway Sta.) where we HOLLERED, WAILED, sang "Danny-Boy!"

 NO ladies' toilets till 1966, when GOTHAM tried to BE respectable/ had to build a "sit-down"/toilet for the - West Greenwich Village - "local Virgins" (?) The WOKE - Lady - NON-SMOKERS? -Predictable. The WHORES became 'town Criers"/all FUN went South.

But WE old Lads remember it well.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our MAN in EUROPE,/now Belize, Dave Delacroix/just turned 70 years-yound: "Last Train from YUMA! (Texas-Town)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last Train from YUMA!"

...Last train from YUMA, Texas-town, the DEVIL never sleeps awaiting life's-nature-defeat -culled by WAR, suicide or just outright exhaustion, a fate of fates for whom all awaits -begging for a GIG in Heaven, leastways-later a Kaddish?

Last train from YUMA, a Stock Market CRASH, MEN-BANKERS! -threw themselves out of high Rise, New York citadels of fragile wealth? SHAME on SHAME! -and their entitled daughters enrolled in elite finishing schools, the last train from Yuma kissed, reluctantly, then sent them South?

...NODOBY KNOWS just what they "say" -FRIGHT-LAUGHTER-FEAR-a Social "auto de fe"? (buried in Jazz, Swing, decades of Yesterday?), teenage-fashion, JIVE, Dat GROOVE that keeps WE a- searching for some horizon into our fragile future.

Last train from Yuma. No worries. The Conductor gave US ALL a Ticket! "DING-DONG" every railroad station we pass on by? There's a Mail-drop, an E-Mail. Some pathos in our journey "...and/SONG: "City of New Orleans": the grinding of our OWN automotive wheels! -REGISTERES the gristle in our bones

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Aged Mandarin."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The aged Mandarin.".

What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) to entrance a MANDARIN, a man at Court, a power! What tune to enhance a Courtesan (CYMBAL!!!)  she RULES without a tower.

 She bequeaths your goals, might-BE she saves your souls, silken splendor she endures & walks amongst/pays for your Kids to go to university. A MYSTIC prevails! (Don't forget!)

What SONG (CYMBAL!!!) in Shehzan or old Shanghai/got rid of "the gang of 4", and from a swarm of bicycles to a myriad of Hatch-back-polluting FORDS! The Forbidden City in danger of corroding? A CHINA of Tomorrow.

 We ALL got Cellphones, Internet, let the Politicians/Generals figure IT OUT but don't BOMMB-RAID on my House. I live by the "3-god-damnned-DAM!!!" (My family already GOT running water?)

Because my MOM lives there, her UN-married SISTER with a KID, we have a bag of rice & our kitchen is clean, Uncles sometimes - in their best clothes - come visit with rice wine & fruits - and there's a CYMBAL there and sometimes we pray to our Gods!

(CYMBAL! CYMBAL! CYMBAL!)

In this CHANGING WORLD, leave US alone. WotchagonnaDO?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

 Now, as I - a teenager - was sticking out my foreskin/DICK in the wind/lamenting a lost girlfriend - on a high hill away from prying eyes - once happy dancing on the "bough" and if anyone can tell me just what a "bough" IS or means.... this is where I run out of Words. Every Writer (I certainly) looks at their composition, and the composition - MEAN-EYED! -right back at U - just STARES? (Reach for the Whiskey!)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "YIN & YANG! -The Early Years!"

(dedicato: Diane Striker/longtime resident in Hong Kong.)

It's called "Writers BLANK", a creative torpedo which on contact doesn't EXPLODE. There's no gravestone, no weathered marker, no "Doobie-Doo!" And "JA-Bitch!" An eternal labyrinth. It's universally UN-fair. Self-Pity walks in the door & U piss off your friends by the score. Heartbreak by a pen's comma" is a "Scottish Play" away! Inkwell-spill? Oh boy!!! A heart will tremble. (Maybe take a swipe at Main Street?).

Now, (all grown up) as I was walking, main street, SUITED, bowler hat on my head, swinging my sword albeit a jet-black umbrella, Regents St, -London or Trafalgar Square. A man of Position, vitality & zeal, a world, a MARKET of opportunity; to get a-head what's on offer, what's to STEAL! A mishmash of Deals, "bits & bobs", a house in the country, a Trophy wife? Yet the BLANK PAGE never goes away. That lingering doubt. In life's silence that Edvard Munch painting: SHOUT! So, a Napoleonic "retreat from Moscow" to rescue...of who U once were.

Now, AGED, retired on my estate in Corozal-Belize, as I was a "RAGGAMUFFIN", fell off the Doyly Carte-cake Tray... in some Savoy, Ritz Hotel which my credit card couldn't pay? I semi-implored Monsieur whoopsies to give me (a 'la Oscar Wilde) another day? Leastways I wasn't - Financial frivolities - outside of the slope. but my teenage love, a DICK can droop. A Writers BLANK, like Poe's "Tell-tale-Heart" never actually gets to leave U alone.

Hold that Thought. Just gotta an E-mail from Hong Kong!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "GO TELL the SPARTANS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Go tell the Spartans!"

TRAVELLER WHO PASS on by, our battlefields, our palatial ruins, destroyed ornate baths & gardens or a retreat cottage or barn in which where we thrived/survived, lived & died; a humble wedding and where we prayed to our Gods, a romance where young folks fell in love, where hopeful children danced, where we unfolded life's mysteries, told horror stories 'round a campfire on moonless nights? (Brutal stuff/raise the HAIRS on your Cats back?)

Where we conspired against Tyrants and wondered ALL desires, and friendships bonded or WERE betrayed & Clerks/Monks with pen & paper/frosted mitten hands notated all our past ways? Yet SHIPS  come sailing 'cross the seas, a "Sea-Peoples" to crush all that we Be, a song to be silenced, a poem to be erased, a Tyrants ignorance, an Intelligence-disgraced Yet ELECTRA-in the Morning, a St. Cecilia, or Joan of Arc, lone voices usurped by wolves, throughout the ages we still sing/echo their Song?

Stranger, Traveller, U who pass on by? Go tell the Spartans how we fought, lived & died. A Lyre or an electric guitar accompaniment, whatever your desire. Go tell the Spartans!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "HEY JOLEEN! Under the Midnight Sun."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Hey JOLEEN! -Under the Midnight Sun."

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams, let's drink some Whiskey; where DO all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, get kind'a frisky under the midnight sun.

It's hard to shrink, today they call it "down-sizing"; I too have looked into that hole of a life in which U don't belong and where a man can lose his soul.

It's a "witch-a-way" World, nobody to teach U, U just want/gotta find your own Soul and the "slings & arrows" of outrageous fortune will steer U from your path of gold.

This ain't Natures grande-epiphany, nor no College degree, no parental guidance, no Royal decree just a lonesome Gig, U R on your own-KID! -to your zig-zag path TO your goal.

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams. Let's drink some Whiskey; where do all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, some Winters night, or frisky, we gonna RUMBLE! -under the midnight sun.

Hey Joleen! Joleen! Tonight, we'll have some fun! (Pass dat whiskey Babe/leastways save me some!?)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Oct. 11th/one day into my 70th year.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Loch Lomand!"

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Loch Lomond."

(dedicato: Pete/fellow Music Man in Corozal, now in Japan/2 Yorkshiremen)

"Loch Lomond."

Funny how the COVER (tune) takes the Crown over an original, be it Kate Bush, John Lennon or all the "COVER-orchestras" whose "Conductors" GLORY in the shadow of Beethoven, Bach, Chopin et.al.? 

Funny how that phonic Diamond, that Shakespear in aspic, every writer confesses or pleads "da 5th!" -sounds, & funny how, the kitchen maid becomes her DREAM, a Princess in the wings awaiting to be seen? (Golden slippers from the "Goodwill" store?)

Have U ever had a Dream? Have U ever rose above Life's Scream? Or does it seem like U? What's ONE Scream over another? The World is fractured with Screams? (S-what we do/maybe silently?) Painter Edvard Munch in Orlando-F.L.A.?

Funny how a joke can kill your friend, funny how political SMOKE will blind your Will? Funny how finally you find U lost your way? Thank God, as far as U know the Kids are, O.K.

All those twists & turns to turn U away from your Truth, catapult U from your Youth, so far away, now misted!

Funny how U dance the night away, best breeches! Funny how U jest & speeches. Funny late at night, a VAMPIRE, comes to bite your Conscious-NECK-bleeding!? (Who'da guessed?) A puncture in your wings?

Funny how eternal remorse. Daylight gone, just nights: "Flap-flap-flap" -Bats wings hanging UP-side down! (Flap-flap-flap.) A HAMMER-HORROR (cheap-ass Brit movie w/tits)  at your door.

 Inverted DISCO? And funny, on our death bed, all those Cats who gave a "Damned", we request they - coffin-lowered - they bellow OUT: "Oh Danny-Boy!" ("Mein Gott!!!)

If ya got an extra-Buck hire a Scottish PIPER (Lord knows they need the work?)....(Singing:) 

"If U & mah true love will ever meet again...And U'll take the high road, and I'll hitch-hike on the LOW road N' I'll see ya on the banks of Loch Lomond! For Mio & that GAL will never meet again - SCOTLAND/where else? -on the bonny banks of U know where!!!"

c.2025, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, (Espionage thingy/Sshhhh!): "The POOL GUY!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, (Espionage-thingy/Sshhh!): "The Pool Guy."

(dedicato: John Scace, Malibu Pool Czar, & William Houston & Me/sometime Pool Guys in BEV-HILLS-BEL-AIR)

...."The Pool Guy."

He's never too early, he's never too late, he's da POOL MAN and your SWIMMING POOL can sometimes be your fate, in Los Angeles a hundred kids drowned every year.

A "body" of water, a patch of blue, it might not mean too much to U? . But for the Pool Man!?

With his faithful Assistant, Dave, Bill or Igor (with hump) he'll brighten up your Villa-Patio swim-pool WORLD, with advice/no worries, even run-off with your girl. The one with spots & money?

And he's Judge & Jury on Chlorine & Life. He has also been known to run off with your Wife! -if she has money? Chlorine tablets R getting more expensive so it's ALL ABOUT the lucre.

...COZ he's da POOL MAN, the pool dude. He'll pool-vacuum all your troubles away. YUP! He's the Pool bloke. Your very own Pool fella. Lucky bastard. The Kid who (?) gets away.

But just for the RECORD, and IF U needed a Lawyer in a hurry, he'd stand up for U; a PRIEST-confession (no worries) or that AWOL white-collared prick from St. Cardboard, he'd host the wedding & marry U too? (Rental Vicar rig?)

...COZ he's the Pool Man, Swimming Pool Tsar, the pool guy looking out for U.

(Don't forget to give the guy a TIP (TIP: to inspire premium service), Gasolene prices N'all?

The Rodney King -L.A. - RIOTS, the O.J.Simpson trial, TITO, the first tourist Astronaut, nothing stopped, he cleaned their Pools. Their POOLS were clean.

...He's never too early, he's never too late. He's the POOL MAN. (U can call: 1-800-I'm all fucked up!) Might be your Pool, awaiting, the POOL of your fate.

c.Dave Delacroix. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "The Wild Rover's lament."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wild Rovers' lament."

(dedicato: Johnny Phelan.)

I WANNA COME HOME, I wanna come home, County Clare-Ireland is where I should be. The chickens in the garden, the salmon in the sea, the shotgun-fire, the pheasant for a feast. 

The bagpipes DRONING, the Ceili-hurrah, the gals skip-a-dancing, the Bravoes: Huzzah!"=Accordion-fiddle, a vocal TENOR! I want to come home. I want to come home, that fireside heat.

I want to come HOME, Mama's cooking the Herring, I wanna come home. Has nothing changed and tell me, LET HER KNOW, mistress GERALDINE is she still working on the next farm? Is she still un-attached?  Is she still fair? 

.... I'm wounded, so many soldiers here now dead but I'm coming on home from the American States civil wars. I'm coming back home. Betcha!-Murphy I'm coming on back! 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix. "Paradise is a lonely place."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Paradise is a lonely place."

PARADISE IS A LONELY PLACE; they frown on chain-smoking & it's sometimes hard to get a serious drink. Mondays/Tuesdays the bars R closed: WOTS DAT!!!? (My Sabath hangover) Seems like the Angels R blackmailing each other too 'bout who clipped their own wings against the edicts from above? (Wings?) I didn't know it was the fashion. Lilly-white? Some of EM gone Mohican, some of Em play Harp with a plectrum/standards (in Paradise) R flailing.

Paradise is a bloody lonely place. The FIRST - biblical - LADY EVE, total bitch, immediately set about hanging new curtains, carpets, redecorated the whole god-damned gig. (Dress code?) "WOKE" came down from Heaven! It's pitiful I know. Pussy-Power.  ON & OFF throughout history. Philodorus (Byzantium), Cleopatra (Egypt), Livia (Octavian's Mom), Catherine de Medici, Maggie Thatcher (who cancelled MY free milk for school kids/U.K./1960s), Israeli President,  Netanyahu's WIFE/thinks she's the Queen of Sheba, unlike Queen DIDO -who founded the "A/oo" (Carthaginian) empire!

Paradise is a lonely place. Beaches, palm trees, weather 90-degrees, no real dress code/fashion-sense, populated by bible-reading "rednecks" with the I.Q.s of prairie fenceposts? Maybe all the Cool Cats & rascals "went SOUTH".... As I "I wandered lonely as a cloud" or "I shot an arrow in the air" it fell to ground in HEAVEN, an over-populated retirement home of misfits... Ya don't know the MEANING of heartbreak! ...A word to the cognoscenti: Best not hurry to your grave. A message from one who finds himself already there.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

UNDER DA MOON, Under the Moon, it comes too soon, under the moon. That Cat's "MEOWW"; that Cockerell's dawn, that FRIGHT, stark reality, a mirror of all we fear under the moon. 

A glimpse -a PHANTOM! A "facia-a facia" with the Holy Ghost, under the moon, under the moon.

Under dat whoosits, under a darken sky, under a truth or lie, under U. Under the "WHY?", under the symptoms OF, under your last loves lost, head on a guillotine, it's up to you. 

And the Cat's "MEOWW" resonates in your Night. Bat's wings, invisible yet flapping aeriate your Sins? Cats will whine & bugs will bite, a chorus of that Song of Songs?

Under mah moon, I glow in its silver shadow, no hiding place, just Eden's waste where I reside. And who can bare to be forgotten or remembered as a Negative as Cats "Meoww!" under the moon.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "The storm."

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix: "The Storm."

..There's a STORM out there, NOT Handbags at 20 paces. There's a TERROR out there. I've lived long enough to know just where the wind blows. There's a STORM out there. Better lower our sails. Get Mamma & the KIDS, get Em inside. There's a STORM out there. Make hot coffee. Make Soup! And keep our heads down low. 

There's a STORM out there. People of POWER, America-Russia-China, tribe on Tribe, greed on greed. There's a STORM out there where intrinsic-ECCO-CANNIBALS feed. There's a CYCLONE of insanity prevailing. There IS no cure at the expense of the Innocents, people, or their Soldiers, their wives & children who will grieve their tragic end?

There's a STORM out there, for WHAT -whose gain? As History repeats, a monsoon, a seasonal Winter, a terrible rain.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook/EX-Rockstar/ Music on utube:): "The Bridge on the River KWAI."

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Bridge on the river KWAI!" 

(dedicato: Joseph W.)

"The bridge on the River Kwai."

Colonel Hisato: "Col. Nicolson? Build my bridge. I have 3 months otherwise I am Sambuca!"

Col. Nicolson:  "I heartily agree. Sambuca is Greek stuff. Aspirin might work."

Col. H: "Do U think Epsom Salts might work?"

Col. N. "U-betcha. Best consumed with a Bloody Mary."

Col. H: "No Ginger? No Garlic?"

Col. N: "And easy on the Turmeric!"

Col. H: "I've heard that said!"

......There ain't nothing wrong, the yellow river, the scent of the Peoples market in old Shanghai or the diversity of Man's "wonder" under a perfect sky? (Confucius might have said?)

Col. H: "Have U ever wondered 'bout the meaning of Life?"

Col. N: "I'm a Soldier. THAT is forbidden."

Col. H: "Our German-AXIS allies say: Alles Verboten!"

Col. N: "S-why we R kickin their Ass?"

Col. H: "Are U gonna build my Rangoon bridge?"

Col. N. "We Brits take pride in our toil. We'll give it a jolly good show. Cricket old Boy! We R cheap & cheerful.....No worries!"

There ain't NUTTIN wrong, the yellow river, the many scents of the Peoples market in old Shanghai or the diversity of Man's "wonder" under a perfect sky? (Confucius might have said?).

The Bridge on the river Kwai.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Hoop-la!)

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Singapore-Sling."

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Singapore-Sling."

(dedicato: CHAN who now lives in Bologna-Italy.

...She's mah Singapore-Sling, nobody got her thing, my Singapore-Sling, because she's mine? She dances & swings, my Singapore-Sling, she's so fine.

She YAKS to the MOON, chopsticks or a spoon, there IS no respite. Parisian-gals, she OUT TALKS THE LOT! My Singapore-Sling, all mine.

And when she goes away, a gloom sets the stage, a silence, uncannily. But when she comes back-on home, a Chinese New Year, the fireworks begin!

She's my Singapore-Sling, my lonely heart's string, resonates, desire! She's my Singapore-Sling, she walks through the door, a silk kimono for my mind.

She's my Singapore-Sling, nobody got her thing, my Singapore-Sling, because she's mine. She dances & swings, my Singapore-Sling. My Lady mine all mine.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Sweet October.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix; "Some of these Days/in GERMAN: "Au München Tagen!"

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Some of these Days!"

(dedicato: Carol Aniello)

(GER:) "Au Munchen Tagan!" (Some of these Days.)

...Some of these days when the Sun goes down. Some of these days when we're feeling blue. Some of these Days it comes right UP to U? Some of these days belong to U.

Some of these days try and catch a falling Star. Some of these days, try to capture who we R? Some of these Days it comes right UP to U? Some of these Days belong to U.

...Some of these Days U look SO scared!? Look into my eyes and I'll take U anywhere...

Some of these days when U R feeling Blue. Some of these days, it's up to U? Some of these Days we'll know just what to do? Some of these Days belong to Me & YOU!... Some of these Days belong to U!

c2025, OCT. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize (Ultra-Ultra-SPY), Dave Delacroix: "The BOHEMIAN NAZIS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize (an Ultra-Ultra-cultural-SPY?), Dave Delacroix: "The Bohemian Nazis!"

"...I was only following ORDERS, the Adolf Hitler-water-color School of failed Art... when I fell down, nose-first/no mustache on the concrete staircase (Denver-Colorado) and I was always following ORDERS (in Cologne-Germany) when I crashed my Bicycle/Fraulein-on back, can't remember her name?

Oddly no-one-/passerby came to scrape me off the concrete. Minutes went by, drunk as a skunk, neither was I arrested by the POLIZEI? Busy singing patriotic song & munchen-struedel, leastways I'd been sucking down galoshes of "Kolsch"/I didn't look like an Arab terrorist. Just a misfit on 2 wheels?

I was only following ORDERS, over-staying my Visitors Tourist VISA in the U.S.A (by 25 years/a clerical error) I guess the paperwork gone amiss, I was only following ORDERS, a free-born SON of the PLANET EARTH, yet 2025 I now despair of what Freedom has become. (Got denied U.S. entry-eventually.) Wasn't Gay, Jewish, Utterly STUPID, or a Bonafide Refugee? Too well educated for the Immigration-Border "Barney Fifes?

But the SEEDS were there. The gal on my Bicycle fled, perhaps in crash-wounded? (I didn't even get laid!) And no-one stopped to pick me up... 

HUZZAH!!! New RAVES & SONGS arrive with every Tomorrow. I wonder, my Gal-Bicycle passenger, safe & sound, did she get home alright?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "White Raincoats & Tribby's."

 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "White Raincoats & Trilby's."

What R your NEEDS, what R your needs, do U sometimes in the bathroom fall down to your Knees? What R your needs, does anyone hear your pleas; what R your needs, there is no please.

What R your CRIES, a bathroom ECHO that no-one hears or who cares? What R your cries on a moonless night; what R your cries to anyone?

What R your SHRIEKS, a killer on your doorstep, or a reflection in a MIRROR, a haunting-yesterday? And who'll understand, U in your night dress running amok in the night?

What R your needs?  What is your plight? Can U explain when they arrest U?

What is your GIG, what is your ROLE?

.... Some way, somehow the CARIBINERI (Italian Cops), & official Detectives from Milan wearing white raincoats & feathered Trilby head gear...(this story, U make it up.)....Tra=la-la.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize-sort'a semi-retired, Dave Delacroix: "That Nude-Midnight Swim!:

 Our Man in Europe/Worthless Dude, Dave Delacroix: "That midnight swim"

...That NUDE midnight swim, lights ON in the pool, GREAT GATSBY, no-one shooting this fool? Everything calm, everything cool, what can go wrong, everything RIGHT? Yet edging into your MIND-Superstition! (Find another Therapist!?)...

(Singing:) "Goe with child a mandrake root, tell me where all past year's "R", WHO (Fucker!) cleft the Devils foot (POEM by John Donne:) He goes ON to say: "Teach me to hear mermaids singing or to stave-OFF envies stinging & find what winde...' (he goes on to say:) "TEACH ME" (Think a Detroit Tro, The Supremes/Matha Reeves & the Vandellas), PHIL SPECTOR could'a helped this POET 'cept for shooting a groupie in crazy L.A.: "To find an honest mind." In retrospect pitiful.

Do Elephants lose their memory? Do Giraffes fail to shade under tall trees? The "Schinghtor" of our mortality which claws at our every deed?

Did I tell U'bout when I gotta ROYAL-FLUSH/Poker machine- Las Vegas? Yet just when DO U go to GOD (?). Is it a mentality in which U belong?

Thankfully, a moonless night, that midnight swim somehow washes away other folks' perceptions of your - I guess - your Sins. All those Hillbilly Baptists out there (frickin Idiots) going "YAW=YAW-YAW" on some Tenneses' public radio? Ya gotta wonder?

c2025. Dave Delacroix.

  

Our Man in Europe/Now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a on Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "GERONTIAN!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Gerontius!" 

(dedicato: Gordon Westeran/Marc Pierson/Steven Johnson; fellow Brits.)

"Gerontius!"

..."A la recherche du temps perdu"(MEMORIES). Memory, the stuff of chalk & glue, all now frazzled, framed, distorted with Time's garnered folly and abject wisdom.

CHILDHOOD FOCUS/fascination (Pre Internet-1950s) a fascination with an Elastic-band, collecting birds' eggs, breeding Hamsters (this in Yorkshire-England when Men were MEN & sheep were nervous?) Toy soldiers, reading BIGGLES, weekend - the Pennines - camping, a rite of passage; U come back home bitten by Midges/local mosquitoes, your face: Rice-Crackle & Pop! And of course, serious child-like Philosophical school yard discussions whilst seeing just WHO could SPIT the furthest, or FASTEST, run up HEELEY's "big hill"? And have U ever seen a GHOST? Or is it true your life unfolds in FAST-FORWARD when U drowned or actually DIE!? -even in the quick-slicing gears of a Combine Harvester? (We had to KNOW!?)

And thank U, a semi-Saviour (Onward Christian Soldiers!) Heeley-Sheffield Infants school where 2nd rate TEACHERS (a fave Whisky of mine/bring me some/can't get it in Belize?), where 2nd rate teachers sabotage/penalize ANY "wunderkind" to bring his fellow "Proles" up to speed & indoctrinate English Culture, the eternal apology: "I'm sorry. SO sorry. Sorry Can I help U?" -50-Sorry's per day, mandatory! -the British Life-lesson of KEEPING YOUR HEAD DOWN!!! .... Frick U! I Captained Aston Comp. Rugger Louts!!!

Junior-School was just as infantile. More "Field trips" to Working Farms, "COWS-MOOMOO-MOO! "a delightful (HELLISH!) excursion to an industrial/massive Sheffield Steel Works (Class needed YEARS of therapy afterwards/the ones gonna be farmers), at the FURNACES of HELL/Steelworks whose apprentice workers - sittin around reading Comics on break? -poor devils, a decade later made redundant by cheaper Japanese/Korean imports. Where R they now?

Comprehensive School, thank GOD for RUGGER! (Rugby). Leastways on the rugger field, rain, shine or snow U felt like, at least U could your kick ya OWN balls? Bovril & Sing-alongs in the SHARRAH-BUSKI (School Coach/away-games,) Saturday morning gigs?

And "Woe to the Vanquished" (Athelstan/Barbarian I think.) HUZZAH!!!- to the rise of Rock & Roll!

Was there any OTHER place to go?

"Mein-Got!" Age 70!!!! My fingernails R positively Gerontius! The battle of Waterloo? We nailed Napoleon, I guess, Hitler too...on a Rugger field.

c.dave delacroix, 2025

Our Man in Europe/Honey please Leave me alone in Provence-France/I gotta Weekend Pass/6 Condoms/bottle O'Whisky?: " "Cigarettes & Sandels!

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Cigarettes & Sandals.".

KID'S RAGE!!! (WotchagonnaDO!!!?)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/DAVE DELACROIX: "Honey please/Leave me alone in Provence-France/I gotta weekend Pass/6 Condoms/bottle of Whisky, "C.C.Jung & Sigmund Freud never bonded."

Our Man in Europe, SER-WHARVING in VIENNA, Uniformed, Jack-booted, CHAMPAGNE in a bucket of ICE; nobody gonna ask for my Passport?

Our Man in Europe, a statistic, a Memorial, grave after grave, friendships/dead enemies that I didn't wound or kill; my hi-tech WHEELCHAIR, if U bother me, I'LL blow up this Grand Hotel.

Our Man in Europe, our man FROM THERE. Still got an attitude. Still got his Hair.  Still got his Foreskin! Still got his Nerve. Our Man from EUROPE. Still this KID 'S got his rage. 

POET'S, International, far & wide, "wotchagonnaDO!?" A Protest RANT, sometimes?

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, sometimes in Singapore, Beijing, Hong Kong, a kid solo-dancing in/ON a fog-machine disco floor a-waiting for a true love to, uncannily, to appear: Call 1-800-MEE-HOW or 1-800-Good-frickin-Luck! U dace the night away?

Some Dude U never heard-of, Cafe-seated a-while. What's to know, in casual clothes. cigarettes & sandals.

c.Dave Delacroix. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: (Quartet:) "Ride like the wind! & other Impressions."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix-on Facebook, David Michael Oxley: "Ride like the wind! & 3 Other Impressions."

(1)... S-always tough when U R on the RUN, when U don't know what U R running from but U ride like the Wind, some kind of freedom?

It gets DARK, it gets LIGHT, the future blurred-never in sight but enrapture U SHIVER into Tomorrow.

 And-YUP! -ya gotta long way to go UNTILL U find your Soul? So U ride like the wind, like the wind IN your Life, to be free.

So U ride like the Wind, OUTSIDE of your Life. U ride like the wind to be free.

(2)... ALL IS PHONEY! We R All fallible; a twist of fate or the NIGHT-HAZE & the Days-Silver Blaze? A Zillion BUGS, insect or Man eat at your progress - WHAM-BAM-THANK-U-MAAM!!! - Unseen but they DO!

ALL is REMOTE, alas, (the Remote) didn't arrive w/U in Utero. (Wasn't in the Delivery Box? -Dammit!) THAT'S an extra only the GODZ -Express-Mail - can afford/Don't ask! (Or the Postie stole it?

And as for Life's "slings & arrows" (more like Racism, beaten-up by Soccer-Hooligans, ripped-OFF by Bankers-Lawyers-Real Estate Agents-Dentists), things that come your way?

Best enjoy your Life & sparse-LOVES, that "La Dolce Vita:" A'la "Feng-Sui" Pucker-Up! Best U enjoy "La Dolce Vita!" Gonna BE a Minestrone-Soup, "Ave!" & "Mamma-Mia!!!"

S'All is Phoney! S-why I'm a chain smoker!

3)...(PULSE!!) Tummy-Tummy in trouble, a digestive dirge, a spiritual purge, an idea out of court, out of count? A Raquet ball "non-returnez", a love letter UN-received, purloined by a rival, stealing your/my fire?

CRY (Love's) the beloved Country! Cry, a Lover's lament! CRY in the stark cloudy day. Cry where your illusions were spent?

But don't cry, no regrets for Loves intent.

(Meanwhile/semi-bilious:) TUMMY-TUMMY need a Calvados, need All things, Cognac, Armagnac, Bloody Mary/stiff one? May I add some A-Porto!

(It doesn't escape me that WE still have a PULSE!)....

4)... (My Brigadoon...) In the twiney-twiney NIGHT a half-baked idea-maybe, half dreamt, the kind that haunts your morning zeal to succor-betray yesterday, a change of compass, North goes South? (Taxi Drivers need to recalibrate their over-charging meters, yet still happy to fleece U?)

In that BLIP of a nocturnal epiphany, a subconscious CODEX appears and WHO - "amongst the Order of the Angels"/RILKE - can deny Nature's pull?

Where R my CAT TREATS!? U leave me to THE BIG MEOW!? Who stole my Caviar, Cheese, my Cream!? Where gone past Loves now ground, swallowed by life's heel as North gone South in the space of an equinox, a TWINED repast of TIME: my Brigadoon.

Bagpipes -a-drone. A Tattoo of elegant soldiers, ghostly parade in the Scottish mist by me on the banks of Loch Lomond. 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Hanging by the Pool/Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa, Corozal-Belize. Oct. 2025/getting prepped for 70th birthday, oct-10th: HUZZAH!!!