Our Man in Europe/now in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Bride wore French Fries!"

 Our Man in Europe, now in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The Bride wore French Fries!" 

(..."après" Truffaut's movie tribute to Alfred HITCHCOCK (fat-dour guy), Truffaut's "The Bride wore Black.", and actor Richard Widmark throwing Wheelchair woman down flight of stairs (Movie, "Kiss me deadly!") or actor Lee Marvin throwing hot Coffee into Gloria Graham's face, (The Big Heat!), a literary exploration of Cinematic-Urban & domestic horror...)

"The bride wore French Fries!"

...S-ALWAYS BEEN BETTER TO TELL DA TRUTH: In a Court of Law? Why not? But by lying - some shark Prosecutor twists your testimony, U get busted! And IN the Court of Public Opinion U can get thrown to the Wolves! (HOWL!!!) Best U crumble, plea-bargain, sing like a Canary! Domestic MURDERS rarely involve "The Boys!" otherwise known as the "Cannoli Twins.".At THAT time they were both (acting) getting MURDERED by CIRCE (Greek Goddess) in Dave Delacroix's scripted Short Movie: "FIVE EASY PEASY!" in Corozal-Belize! (It's on UTUBE!)

Infidelity? Sodomy? Those serials Kill Gigs I didn't "fess" to? WHERE R the victims buried? Or R they playing Tennis down in Saratoga, F.L.A, unknowing, or on Pedophile-EPSTEIN's Caribbean Island? Buried in sand? Vagina-locomotives, never mind the Killers and just WHO R the Victims who escaped? Where R they now? Photos on Milk Cartons? Strangers within an F.B.I. un-cared-for empty file?

Alas. Our minds wander. A murder every day. Some Sex-WAH!, more money, some over Played. Or some KILL over your neighbor's grass verge, his dog pissing in your swimming pool or beating some Kid over your own Kids baseball game, some HOMICIDE on the SLIDE it might come to U? I don't think JESUS got around to these details, shores of Galilee. Missing Dead Sea Scroll?

Yet SOCIETY'S Banshees, WOLVES (in Latin:) "Jammus-Packus!" -folks without a Life, scared shitless less YOUR culpability extends to their furtive SHADOWS? -Probably closet Nazis, ready to denounce your lack of hygiene. dirty fingernails (they thrive on details!), We R some deviant Communists and with whom did we sleep last night? ISLAMIST or Bride Burning? Medievalism now equipped with a Micro-wave. a kitchen Blenda, or God helps us, an Atom Bomb?

"So help me GOD! I was at Uncle Ernie's Fish & Chip shop ALL NIGHT and HE will swear on a stack of "stoled" Welsh Valley Chapel bibles, we were working on tomorrow's "mushy Peas? He DID pop out for an hour or so..." The Village "Harridans", their gossip, the evil Spinster of "Clochemerle"? An Assassin for an Assassin, the one on J.F.K's , the "Grassy knoll?" Wicked sunglasses! Not a guillotine insight. 3 rifle shots? A splattered head in a Chevrolet limousine.

The recent TABLOID "Spatchuler Murders". It wasn't ME. My cheating Fiancé, future bride who stuck her OWN HEAD in the "Chip-Frypan"; the 2nd Cookie Gal - a babe I had on the side - testifying from the back kitchen (she heard) my Fiancé sing: "Farewell cruel world! /Beware of non-smokers!!!" Made sense to me?

Maybe it was my Uncle Ernie, her cheating on HIM, jealous of her marrying ME, my future bride and after, Uncle Ernie had refused to split the Franchise on HIS string of Fish & Chip Shops on the basis of her giving up her "maidenhead"? And God knows where "I" figured? Empires have fallen for less.

...U never KNOW with FAMILY. Or maybe some FEUD a'la the Hatfields & the McCoys. British, Irish, Welsh, Protestant, Catholics, ISLAM cults, so help me GOD, I have no idea? And the bride wore French Fries. Not a pretty sight. The Detectives hauled me down to the Morgue. "IDENTIFY! Is this your Gal?"... Under my breath: "I wish the coroner had applied more Mayo?"

Politicians, Philosophers, Religions whittle down the Truth till - for mere mortals - it becomes a LIE. U get OLD when U no longer go to weddings/funerals, no inner-wheels: a 66 Dodge-Comet 50 convertible under your accelerator feet? Youth with its fleeting wings. Like ICARUS, wax-wings & all, too close to the Sun, it don't matter if U die or if U need to kill?...

...yet a "tell-tale HEART" -Edgar Allen POE, RADAR-EYES, a scope within an echo chamber, a reflected SONAR "BIP-BIP-BIP!"  What guilt THROBS under your sitting "chez-lounge" to prick the conscience of a King, your Fiancé, or be a jealous boyfriend, in-esse, a Lover from afar. The one U least expect to waggle-taggle under innocent eyes?

...When the Detectives arrested me for Romantic/PRE-marital "folly" they perplexed me with: "Does anyone know what Time is?" I responded like OTHELLO: "Vengeance is mine! Let me check my SWISS-KNIFE, er WATCH!"

(Detective:) "The bride wore French Whoosits! None of her fingerprints were on the Mayo/Ketchup bottles "après" her murder? Just yours."... I'd forgotten to cover my tracks. Silly me.

Edith Piaf, at that moment was on the transistor radio singing: "No regrets!" 

(Fish & Chips?) The One u least expect, that black hole amongst the Stars.. I later confessed: " I just didn't want her just FRIED like that... LOVE is a killer!!!...I wanted her still to be beautiful"

(In the MOVIE of course a throaty Saxophone solo ensues, entitled, "My Sphincter don't do Sphincter anymore".)

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.