Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix; "THE MANDARIN."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. on Facebook: David Michael Oxley): "THE MANDARIN."

(dedicato: Acountessa Carol Aniello)

"The Mandarin." (The fallibility of a JU-JU-Man)

..."Soldier" is on patrol, roaming the estate/compound. "Bela' "is  killin' geckos/bugs. (Names of my Pet Cats.) It's what OUR CATS DO. So, what do all U boys & girls of yesteryear FEAR, or for that matter, tomorrows horrors? Are we not FELINE protected! (Kharmic PURRS!) No worries.

 ...Pets, Cats, busy scratching/washing PURRING//patrolling? ...Yet a North wind SECRETS your psyche in knots, an Inter-net virus: "OUT DAMNED SPOT!" (Lady Macbeth having a tantrum!) Outside of an ASP, Cleopatra's ghost? ((Cats Anonymous?) or lack of valor? Handguns/.38 Specials not yet invented. Echos of your Opie's Film Noir or your Parents Disco years>

 Do you (dance) "Pogo" do you do "The Toaster! /up & down", the "LURCH"/kind-a Corpse-like, or the "ROBO"., the latter my fave. U adopt a zig-zag stance/stay put till the Disco fog song ends. No exertion needed. (Invented by William Houston from Texas), but AS for your Wars, trouble & strife...centuries before...

...an "Agincourt", A "Crecy" (your ancestors/ battles/long bows/arrow thingies) where English RAIDERS in their self-glory destroyed peaceful French farmers & raped their Maids/Meet the NEW BOSS-SAME AS THE OLD BOSS, new devils, new GODS, that low-life kernel of nature, people had to die (?) And devils in Life's fog... coughing the phlegm to spital, actuality for a viral "reason"?

... No coffee. Not even a decent cigarette! Misery always needs a friend. Form a Trade Union?  Gods un-needed. That SCREAM un-sound!!!

"Soldier" (my Cat) ...on patrol, no control. "Bela" (my other Cat) killing geckos, s-what CATS do. Outside of purring, S-what we morons do too! Propagation S-what's divinely engineered, celibacy not an option. Even the Virgin Mary got knocked up! Wondering if Mohamed had a decent sex life. No mention in the Koran. Allah-Akbah-nice to meet U! "No Intifada on MY "Shorties!" (Underpants)

I AM TIRED OF PISSING MY PANTS! -being NICE to strangers, listening to old songs, well-worn lyrics, that old fashioned -I'm an old-fashioned man, a MANDARIN who outta wisdom; some dude who lived too long. I have no future, but I fear for YOURS! 

Your mirrors, deception, epiphanies, delusions-galore! Your kisses vanish in memory, past fornications, gone with the wind, station to station. With/without U, can U STICK it alone. Can U STICK the cold, can U STICK the rain, usurped by THINKING loss & yet even LESS gain; diamonds, gold, emeralds that dissolve in your hands, abstract thinking, inside what is rare?

"ALLORS!!!"...A Maestro without a song. A Mandarin outta Truth! -it beguiles. Can U carve your name with pride? And all the Truth we've yet to know, as kisses tomorrows on lips unseen;  A'la Chaucer: "Rest after toil. Port after storm, death after life, yet Inter-net porn, occasionally, doth greatly please." A Mandarin in our time. A Poet without a rhyme. And there IS or lies our MYSTERY to un-wind, but hopefully with warmth & a smile.

c.2036. Dave Delacroix.