OUR MAN in Europe/Belize: "Elegy."

Our Man in Europe/Belize: "Elegy".

(dedicato: Lizbeth-Michele)

...NOBODY WANT DAT BAD NEWS, ask anyone ever HAD? NOBODY want dat Reggae-Tune? NOBODY, but NO-ONE wants that LONELY-BLUES, if U ever had? Sudden Death Slicers. Cuts a SMILE in half and the PEOPLE-jiggle without direction; no-manh knows what to DO when Nobody wants that BAD-BREW.

NOBODY FIESTA when a DARK STREAM covets the GIG. There-s a LULL in the BOUNCE, a fleeting-TERROR in the Groove and an UN-whispered shade of, "WHO R U?"...amongst close friends, Cousins, outright strangers; no malice.

NOBODY WANTS dat THIRD DEGREE (?), that past SLAVE-WHIPLASH, that MURDERED every Nations Ancestors, the IN-HUMAN traffic that MAn-on-MAN inflicted, remembered in ALL peoples Spiritual aspiration?

NOBODY WANTS dat bad bad-boogie in their EARS: History-s ECHO resounds and makes us FIGHT yet more for our Pride? And U think that History-s FELLOW MAN would have known better?

c.2022, dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix: (Happy days!): "We R da Doomed!"

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: (Happy days!): "WE R da DOOMED!" 

WE ARE THE DOOMED. Absolutely! When RICH MEN make WAR we POOR FUCKS: DOOMED! WE are the DOOMED, soling our shoes, picking out DRESSES, what to wear tonight?

WE ARE THE DOOMED, TOTALLY DOOMED. No need to PACK ya Bric-a-brac? WE ARE THE DOOMED because U stayed SILENT or considered a GLOBAL PROBLEM just might go away?

WE ARE THE DOOMED, absolutely WORTHY of DOOMED in a CONSPIRACY of SILENCE or FEAR to put YOUR LIFE on the line?

WE ARE THE DOOMED, the DOOM people, still shopping, gambling Stock-market...till the bitter end, then POOF!!!...Ya ballroom days R over Babee!...

c.2022. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix: War & Peace.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix: WAR & PEACE.

(Movie project for Marquis Jean Debats/GERS..Le Project!)

 IN WAR & PEACE did we ever; in War & Peace, did WE ever; I got a scratched face YOU had an ATTITUDE that lasted between Moscow & Rome; breakfast in PARIS? There was a fight over Cafe-Grande/avec laite: Cafe-de-la-Paix, aptly named: only money for the Metro? Kicked OUT, we had to hitch-hike?

In War & Peace, I was not a MONK, decidedly NOT a NUN yet, ethically, morally, robbing the BANK-CENTRALE, Rue Madelaine sounded like APPOLINAIRE (?); luckily I feigned a hangover (sic), your cohorts arrested, Some Inspector MAIGRET on your case? We had BRIE, PANE, VIN at the DIABLO Cafe. Everyone was arrested but U? Wearing "Hoodies" is SO passe?...I wore a tie/reading newspaper  "Le Monde".

In War & Peace; hiding OUT in Pont St. Cloud next to the INTERPOL central building was a stroke of genius. I wore a COMPLETE disguise when we never rendezvoued. I tanned my face and hands, hung out at the Cafe-Rendezvous des Amis in Montmartre, ever subject to crazy-poverty. In War & Peace? In DIJON, train station: WANTED POSTER. Crime? In or OUT we R always ON the run? Ask anyone!

c.2022, dave delacroix. ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix; "The RUINS of MARIUPOL.!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix;  "The RUINS of MARIUPOL."

TONITE!? I-DIED. Close Pal of VLAD PUTIN. Dont KNOW whats going on; heard Rumours. Bunch of GHOSTS busting my SLEEP; apparently I am IVAN, the terrible one?....My Soviet Protection Plan has resulted in Ukrainian FULL WARFARE against Anti-NAZIS-BROTHERS, a decafe KREMLIN which I cannot control?

TONIGHT I-DIED. A Winter-Palace: Who storms IT, the Idealists or the Mafia!? And then, s-posing FREEDOM OF SPEECH, who should I ....destitute, VOTE for? Join AN ARMY...to die for? For WHAT?

TONIGHT in St. Petersburg, Moscow, Minsk, Kyiy; do I KILL my COMRADES who together we sacrificed OUR BLOOD, our Young Lads AND Brave Girls....WW2... to HAVE to DO this all over again?

(U kidding?)

Tonight: Putins WAR. PUTINS Hell. I hear he has $500 million in his Bank? Perhaps he can BUY some bandages for the Russian & Ukrainian wounded or BUILD a TEMPLE to his disgrace & Despair? What GODS ABOVE I call to END this Rectus-Mortal?

c.2022. dave delacroix. RUINS of MARIUPOL...Who will repair!?

Our Man in Europe, Close-Confident of Vlad Putin; "Happy Days!" No.3:

 VLAD PUTIN the IMPALER?

Bunch of folks in a Comunial GRAVE. Wearing socks, S...executed in town square; how DO, in 2022 do ? Clothes Designer. Must-have tripped across a Missile Strike; poor Russian-conscript-LADS, wearing gloves: Russia-Ukraine; were WE not BROTHERS? Or KILLING the LADS who R ORDERED to KILL US?  How do we SCREAM when BOTH we fought Hitlers Panzer Tanks!? Yesterdays HELL, for godssake!!!

Bunch of FOLKS, old, disabled, garden=cultivation, carrots, lettuce, raddishes; my SON ...(PUTIN!), the IN-visibility of PROGRESS has failed (IN RUSS IA) to EN-join U in World Peace.....Ever though about JOINING NATO?....(Why not> U do it too?) Less STRESS, more hugs!? Vlad-Putin: Cannot I BE, freely? And just WHO R U to tell ME how I feel? Or HOW I would, freely, like to live?

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, apr, 2022: hot line to kremilin.

OUR MAN IN EUROPE, dave delacroix: MariUpol, Ukraine."Ballet-lessons."

 OUR DUDE in Europe, dave delacroix; Mariupol, Ukraine: "Ballet-lessons."

SING ME a Mariupol, a Port for St.Mary. a DEVASTATION UN-known. Sing me an AUSHWITZ, a Treblinka, a HOLIDAY-CAMP, the kind barbarians CREATE, Man on MAN? Sing me a Song of SPRING where the kids, happily, go mindless, BLINDLY into an ADULT World?

Sing me a Song of MARY, or that KID, a body, lying in the ADULTS war-torn debris? Naturally, we must CANCEL her BALLET-lessons, let her School-chums know, she-s gone away? And that "almost" Boy-friend she had? (We-ll whisper to his parents?)...in MARIUPOL. 

SING ME a song of MARIUPOL. I sing for a 12 yr old. Forgetting is a Crime. Her picture-books, her laptop, her wishes/asperations!!!!....Sing THIS SONG of Mariupol when YOU try to sleep at Night. For WHO goes gently INTO this good night? Possibly, not You! NO LOGIC can redeem your WAR-throat-intention or the PERSON U thought U knew?

c.2022, dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix; "HAPPY-DAYS" No.1: "All my Guitars."

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix; "Happy Days!" No.1: "All my Guitars."

(dedicato: Oscar Pop/Steve Nover.)

...ALL MY GUITARS, begged, borrowed BOUGHT or Stolen, gifted, WISHED-UPON or just fell into your hands in a Career of STRUM? World famous Songs/ANTHEMS are born in such STOCK; a Divorce, a CRIME! A Revolution, a Loneliness? The day U put your LIFE down on the line?

All my Guitars, my ANCIENT Pals, whose CASES like a LAWYER, Ive, traveling, slept upon like a/sleeping-bag, hopeless progress, willing IT to deliver me by spontaneity into a ROAR of Praise, an audience of affirmation: THERE walked my brittle Guitars? THERE we were upon Life-s Stage?

All my Guitars, Stolen, purloined, Autographed, hanging on another NO-hopers Wall; broken pegs & Strings, no-longer a Creators magic Ring!? DULL (the Guitar) it cries! The Wrong hands! Where is the AUTHOR of my Majesty? Who wails MACBETH, ambitions-decree?

(Not a PEEP out of....Denver Joe?)

All my Guitars, fondness, love, in Madagascar, a faraway semblance, THAT AFRICA I tried to rise above, leastways  LIBERATE!? And all my long-gone GUITARS that STRUM in my troubled sleep, yet their collective AND IN-difference leaves ONE without the OTHER.... divided between a STRUM and the Words where once we met? All accolades fail and my Guitars, now still;  except this Song that permeates until my dying day.

WHO sing now? And WHO sings of UN-dying Love?

c.2022, dave delacroix, corozal, Belize (aged 66).