Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "I SCREAM-A, U SCREAM-A, WE All Scream-A! - for Ice Cream!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "I Scream-A, U Scream-A, we ALL Scream-A for Ice-Cream!"

..."EVERYBODY'S RIGHT...THAT'S WOT I ALWAYS SAY!"...Sometimes, I even lend them $5.00 for reminding me. Comes OVER like a Media World horror photo U can never ever UN-SEE which cannonballs into your OWN personal (Jesus?) Edvard Munch's painting: The Scream!

(Singing:) "Always wear RAYBANS (Sunglasses) when U fire up your Doobie/Cigarette. U never know if that Bic lighter is gonna light your cigar or enflame your Wig or expensive Toupee! And never fry Bacon for breakfast IN DA NUDE".... No explanations, me-thinks R necessary.; tra-la-whoosits!" (Background Ambulance sirens/Anxious family; "Was it a Mafia-HIT!?).

...AS for ARTISTS (we self-throttle!), a DIAGALEV "Ballet Russ" dancing to a TUNE we will never understand yet a theme upon which we earn our "bread & butter", the Public's adoring gaze under the World-concept grand illusion, Culture's canopy, aloft; we flitter & we fly, a humanoid MOTH zeroing into the flame of Fame.

...Everybody's right. I always say DAT. And YOU, amongst many, the ONLY Woman I ever loved! Heroic, fortune or fame now, perhaps, pickle under your gaze; indolent, indifferent, lethargic, of relegated value? No gilding the Lily under the Klieg-light of eventual wisdom? Maturity, NAY! Old age doesn't take prisoners. Still. What's that Praying Mantis doing, silently, hanging on to your thigh?...

(Singing:) "I scream, U Scream, We ALL scream for Ice-Cream!" (Ain't dat how it goes?)...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "ARC du TRIUMPH!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "ARC du Triumph!"

...THERE'S NO DENYING the WEIGHT, in OUR living memory, the DECADES, that seeping/slow flood of our Loves, friendships, hates, feuds, bickering, scores still to be settled, REGRETS & Blues, like SOUL REFUGEES to wear out sandals, shoes or fashionista "Winkle-Pickers"? (1960s Pointed footwear). A veritable Noah's Ark of memory!

...SALVATION, like a Las Vegas highway-roadside billboard to tempt an ailing Soul to divest his/her Life's potential, promise, riches, lonesome treasure, all U can pack into an airline-travel "wheelie-bag", like a protest/defense, a sword of JUSTICE which ALL invisible citizens, these days, can honorably still wield? Your bags wheels "mutter-mumble" on airport corridors as U advance headlong towards an un-certain - flight cancellation - destination?

...EMPORERS, kings, figureheads, in retrospect, histories' detritus, from Julius Caesar to J.F.K., to GANDHI! Recorded (?) upon Carrera marble or woven into a Bakara RUG to soak up some cultural big-shot's blood. And a funeral train. Soldiers, politicians, profiteers, women in weeps, sallow, some with heads held high, they too march, resolute: VICTA-VICTORI towards that Arc du Triumph, a seat of darkness where Angels are apt to vacuum its proximity.

...When, lastly U R "conveyed" in all pomp & glory upon the "Via Sacre" towards an ARC du TRIUMPH, even your Spirit, hovering above, is resigned to fading trumpets, that fickle/forgetting focus of the multitudes, and the inevitable "Ubliete", that un-knowing ZONE of your finite destiny which AFTER U R gone don't mean a Fig, nor whether the creek don't rise or your Noah's Ark is destroyed in shallows or the hidden coral reefs of destiny's un-certainty!

...(Singing:) "There's NO business like SHOW business! -TRA-LA-LA!"

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.