Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Les Enfant Sauvage!"

 Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Les Enfant Sauvage." 

(dedicato to Roger Armstrong, Sergei & Jeff Dahl./R.I.P./my Bros.)

"Les Enfant Sauvage..."

...NEEDLES IN A DOLLS PUPPET HEAD like devils in the fog in search of all the things that grate your SOUL-LOST, ashes to ashes, dust to dust;  and all OUR YESTERDAYS now riddled in Idealism, rusting-fragile, brittle, a SAMPAN, broken masts, yet with  full tide, floating, drifting into some harbor, a ship  manned only by a crew of  RATS to infect some haven, a Whitby, Harfleur, a Bordeaux with a NOSFERATU and a daughter's-daughter seductive VIRUS from a Vampire to infect your neck? A Cargo.

SPIKES in a Dolls neck. How animated do U feel? Petticoats, shawls & lace. To RAVAGE mascara, face cream, powder, beauties restitution, a'la a mortuary of existence-death memory-struck-down by generations, U raise-RESURRECT generations, witness their dance, dancing the Dance-Macabre, a Dia de la MORTE in your tomorrows MIRROR face? A FACER!!! ZAP! It sometimes it assails, think on, a faraway vista of a SAMPAN, the solo promise in SOUL U needing a Wrap, a Scarf around your neck to keep you warm from your Children's wrath in the cold South China Seas? What needs your need? Children's screams?

Needles in a Dolls head or neck. A JU-JU Man. Economy Witchdoctors. State Medication. Petticoats of Lace. To SAUVAGE mascara, creamed face, a mortuary for the dead, memory-cold, struck down by the generations U raise. Do U Do? Do U Do! Do THEY dance the dance, DO THEY dance the Dance MACABRE, "facia et Facie", "Mano et Mono", a "Dia dela Morte", your mirrors FACE? Who sings? "Les Enfant Sauvage", do they sing for U? Or like some Ulrike Meinhof's, her BAMBULE. A domestic chaotic-a. TRASH just what they see. Trash what they feel. WAILING out a Song: "A Whiter shade of Pale!"

 Sometimes U gotta find away from your own Childhoods rage, that's what I tell my Kids; that NEEDLE U felt poked in your head and that fire...your Childhoods blaze. As for your PUPPET HEAD, wooden top wobbles in your broken Puppet Dolls head. U wiggle through the years. Duck when U gotta duck; but always - give EM shit - GET SAVAGE!!!...and come out fighting!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.