Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Calvary on your Crucifix." ...in 3 parts, naturally.

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Calvary on your Crucifix."...in 3 parts, naturally.

(dedicato: For Albdem Forte! on the occasion of the birth of his BELIZIAN SON "AZEILLE"!

'The Calvary in your Crucifix" (1 to 3)

PART 1) 

"BLOODY MARY!"

SOMEBODY GOT NOBODY on a Saturday night including "O sole Mio." An eclipse of the moon? Somebody out there u know too well, out there living in hell. 

Somebody got Nobody, no Christmas (Tiny Tim?) -alone with their isolation, a soliloquy of despair, guilty of nuttin just not knowing HOW TO BE THERE? Poverty's 1,000-yard stare!

Somebody got Nobody, no Christmas tree. Why NOT GO VISIT, a cigar or box of candy, remind them they R finally free? Leastways BE a REFUGEE! U can Vote with ya feet?

MUDLARKS on the riverbanks of the TIBER, THAMES or SEINE. It doesn't cost much KINDNESS-Cheri to say "Bonjour!" again: Somebody gets LONELY on a Saturday-Blue? Better hope it don't come, "ALLORE!", "mon Dieu!" to U?

-WORCESTER-Sauce, VODKA of course. Tomato-juice, lemon juice, black pepper, oregano, cilantro, an hour later your hangover will feel much better or maybe much worse. "Com-se-com-ca!/Ce sera-sera!/whatever. Drink up and Be SOMEBODY!"

Sing a Song of Sixpence. A pocket full of Rye. 4 X 20 Blackbirds baked in a Pie! Yet SOME KID, girl OR boy GOT NOBODY on a Saturday night. Where's our god dammed moon? Where's our god dammed plight? No kisses on Calvary on Friday or a Saturday night.

YUP! It's a little bit lonesome. Boys shave or just look groovy. BELAS, bitchin leather-MINI or floral silk skirt "en-suite"? We launch our passion INTO the unpredictable human Seven Seas? To love or die, a BLOODY MARY s-what we might drink. A Calvary moment for YOU & for me. 

Somebody got Ya Christmas. No XMAS night Gift-bag spangled!!! No "LONELY HEARTS" no souvenir to wipe. No cuddle in your soul. SOMEBODY got NODBODY. Nobody got a song. I wish that I was with U too. We might just get along.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

PART 2:  "The LIGHT of the MOON!" (DICKENS: FAGIN & Bill Sykes Song.)

"SHUT UP KIDS: Don't ask too many questions bout where we begin? & or WHERE DO WE START in a pregnant fart, a song of hope & glory! Drink ya GIN! (Mammy-depart!)

Shut-up kids, GIMMIE A'BREAK, I can't find my Whisky, where'd MOTHER hide it? I love her-I hate her, the only ONE I'd stop a Bullet for; but!!! There R times!!!? (Too late now.) Mommy Dearest?

Shut UP U KIDS & drink ya GIN. Breakfast ain't till tomorrow. Porridge of course. Then get out here. Go Shoplifting/Credit Card FRAUDING and bring me some ICON, some Silverware to reflect the light of the moon or a day in the Sun.

SHUT_UP KIDS! Better gimmie some of dat Gin! Just don't tell ya "MA!" -After working all day, laundering neighbors' clothes, maybe Whisky in the JARO? And in the light of the moon where YOU & ME maybe come too soon, an epiphany. Yet ya Mamma-gone. She ain't here! 

Did U brush your teeth, did U Shower today, were u more honest than yesterday? Did u run-rampant in stolen clothes? Do U a Ballerina, do U become Lawyer or a Copper! What's to become of us ALL under the light of the moon...?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

PART 3:  "GOIN' SOUTH!"

Goin' South, going South...with sweet Louise. Goin' South! -I'm her Squeeze. And no way of knowing with sweet Louise. Goin' South. A Summers breeze.

Goin' South? Written in the stars. Goin' South. S-who we R. Always "G.S>" S-ats who we R.

Goin' South, bacon & eggs. A side of buttered toast, ketchup U-bet! ...MARTINIS at "happy hour", an Olive for Louise! Her hairstyle-delightful in the fair sunlight. (WotchagonnaDO?)

Goin' South, going nowhere; a compass all-awry. Ask me in a couple of whiskies? I'll tell U where I'm bound. Goin' South. Goin' South? S-where I need to BE? Goin' South, Louise & Me. Our needing to be free.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

(HIDDEN TRAX:) PART 4: "The Walls of Jericho."

(dedicato: boys & gals presently engaged in the RUSSO-UKRAINE war.)

..."The Walls of Jericho."

Where does your CASUALTY go? That INNER-U. Do U leave an arm or a leg over barbed wire in WW1 rotten trenches?

 Thank GOD we weren't there. Who'd wanna go? ROW on ROW. Corpses & Corpses...killed in the mud for WHA!!!?

Where does your casualty lie? in some Seigfried Sassoon Poem, a ragged-survivors heart, some kick-ass wonder, never got passed START, a minuet, a prance, a lace dressed maiden who beckoned U into the dark, albeit a butcher's broil/cannon-fodder stark?

When did your Casualty die? Did U kill the thing U loved or horrified by what U saw? Did U want to hide your face when ordered to shoot by the walls of Jericho a fellow COWARD in the face?

And when U come home? Eye-contact? Forgeddabout it! And never answer the ringing of the telephone!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.