Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix in BElIZE: 2023: Lynn, Susan & Dave. (1970)

 Our Man in Europe/DAVE DELACROIX/Belize: 2023 LYNN, Susan & Dave (!970)

(dedicato: my daughter, Leigh)

SINGING (16 yr olds/all 3) the tomorrows KISS OPENED, sitting in a backwoods BAR/PUB, where nobody goes except the late-Shift, the SLAVE YORKSHIRE Steel-Sheffield workers who, Friday night BEER stamp their Sheffield FEET on an Upper deck BUS after the Pubs have closed, Kids a-bed, Wifey, long since renounced her late-50s/early 60s groove, STUNG into reality-poverty like a Coal-Miners Wife? Yet Lynn, Susan (Levi-Teeshirt clad) & Dave in Doc Martins/BOVVER!?

Singing now ALL, ALL, ALL ya UK Grandmas so UK so fair who DANCED to BUDDY HOLLY & a bunch of sweet Airs; I see them, I remember, their passion of YOUTH when we danced the FANDANGO a Salute TO our YOUTH? All HAIL! Inside your beginning? All HAIL.. Hug ya Soul? Tomorrow! That KISS....opened? For LYNN, Susan & Dave! A trio of TEEN-offshoot; ONE to America, One to Riches; the third, disappeared that still lingers in their minds?

davedelacroix, corozal, belize: OUR MAN, over-seas.... doing something. But (age 67) not forgetting?

OUR MAN in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The Mirror."

Our Dude in Corozal-Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Mirror."

(dedicato: Litzia Perez)

 When the Master, TIME, killed... U start/STOPPED Loving, heart-broken, thrashed-round ICON Boy or Gal? When INNER-blood-tragedy enacts? Lost Kid, murdered Wife, no-one within REACH of your despair, Poets-worthless even IF U have half a brain-no-one expects? (Not happened yet?) Family grave OR the Killer's face on TV?

When the master, TIME, takes U back home, a Stranger's vista, years & years? Just what can U curdle from Yesterday's mementoes? A kiss? A face? ...that GAVE U the Kiss, and/or kissed again, her face, her LIPS to succor your immediate satisfaction? (Perfume?)...or His! His! His? "Ou sans les neige dantan?" (Where R the SNOWS of yesteryear?)

Can U love her yesterday like she loved yourn, a celluloid, a kodak, she-he, he-she; who screams Time's paradox into our cold today? As for weeping, DO U remember? Does SHE remember U? The holiness of Youth, Love, aspirations-like Atlantis, lost beneath the wave of our endeavors? Plato? Would he write a Postcard that made sense? (Perpetuate rumor/myth!?)

When the MASTER "Time" kicks his GIG into consciousness, we fold/ORIGAMI, eat Sushi, imagine "epiphanies" on a daily basis. Gaetano (Gypsy) dresses, incense-sticks, quit taxis/opt for hitch-hiking/get the bloody BUS. When TIME kicks IN the Usual-Suspects/friends pale in life's mirror. Only ALONE, mostly the soul-abyss U OWN. A" sais e vous!" Put a RIBBON on it! If U smile? A guile-Un-wrangled! A mirror, a self-reflection, bloodied, and I will see U there!

davedelacroix, may 23, corozal, belize.

c.dave delacroix. OUR MAN...SO FAR...WITH U....on the Planet. Hugs/kisses; Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Belize, Dave Delacroix, "OLD Bastards/OLD Schools"

Our Man in Europe/Belize/dave delacroix: "Old Bastards-Old Schools."  (Eternal ENGLAND in its ROT)

OLDE Bastards Old School, SODOMY Institutions, Ol' Tom Brown's School days, Lesbo-Rodean,  or Eton or Harrow, GOOD-GOD how culture prevails; gotta send that SNOTTY outta my Manor, dat "BRITICH", off to RODEAN; little bit O'luck she'll be a DYKE and cost me NIX in my Nether-life? I SING her SONG, her Mothers/Grandmothers song, painted by Gainsborough who knew how to hunt?

Sing me a SONG of WHISKY; 2 Nudies confronted by an eloquent Snake? (A hunting horn?)

Away, away, the fox and pre-square? Hunt with the DOGS to run down the prey! Away, come HUZZAH, U pitiful, U sentimental, U futuristic come out of your Silken Closet; no seamstress will declaim your intent or sentimentality? Old  bastards, old schools masturbate into their tweed, tartan, jeaves, Hawkes, Turnbull, Assers & all (for a dandy) London's yesteryear's (BELLS?) nine tailors?

Oh SCREAM for the INTEL at the "legal" WIG & PEN across LAW COURTS, Pink Gin? The legacy (Pre 1966) when HOMO-BE-WIGGED-FAGGOTS would  hunt down Piccadilly C., SHEAMUS from the POGUES to suck their legal foreskin?

Lucky me. Not my GIG.

Dave delacroix. LORD BORGO. 2023. Our Man in Europe/USA/presently: BELIZE.

Our MAN in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix a.k.a David Michael Oxley/both pseudo reprobates on Facebook (age 67): Portraiture/KODAK

 Our Man in Belize, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley.....Portraiture/KODAK

Vanity, vanity all is whoosits? Pecker-nose? Cross-eyed? My love how THUS do I describe THEE bloody-Ing thy Johnathan Swift under-garments or saturating Giacomo Casanova's silk stockings? What STENCH, what amore that these two Romantic Vampires portray your inamorato? What Fragonard (painting) Up-skirt or, your swan-like neck by Watteau and a pity Van Gogh who never had his cheese WITH a biscuit but then, it's all bout "Howdy-doody"?

WE wander lonely as a Cloud. U got it! Some Schmuck will always try to shoot us down? I guess it's their pitiful job? Let the UN-Romantic wallow in their sodden souls? Alas we cannot or SHOULD help them less they KODAK copy to our dignity?

c.dave delacroix. Aged 67 and filthy-rich at last? HUZZAH-GALS & LADS!

Our MAN , DELACROIX, DAVE; Pontificating, 1 to 30 DYNAMICS in Verse...

 Intro: BLACK NITE

NO MOON
U PARKED

in the sky

and my LIGHT

by Sunrise, said goodbye?

WAITERESS

I sing a Waitress

HUM

I stall a Lover's kiss,

I whitchin-hour that 

life-love miss

where someone says

lend me $10?

I KISS your world

goodbye, just as well

I lost my Passport

like the hover  U

enthused to be your 

suitor, that fool,

any fool

who fell at your feet;

I sing that Coca-cola eyes, the WAITRESS

who desired my luncheon eyes,

un-observed, a mangrove.....(ideas here welcome?)

THE LAST PAPPA

The last PAPPA natal, wardrobe went to skids, shock-horror, the Kids!? He drank too much, bloody chain smoker, coughed up his guts ON a Roman-Jewish Questionnaire, they NAILED him to a cross?

The lasr Pappa Xmas busted by his association of serial boulevard Prophets & Clowns AND all the DO-givers who rattled their Gold & Pearls crying twist-shout, in a NUT the Rabbi-Cognoscenti screwed him to a Crucifix?

The last PATRONE-show, the last Winter-Guru, they plagiarized his Gift, ripped off his best hook-lines, made a fortune; effigies, logos, even today poor-pappa silently SCREAMS; who cries out for this YOUNG wacko who in the TEMPLE of Jerusalem trashed their obsession with Gold?

A HIGH WIND FROM JAMAICA

A high whoosit from Santiago, the wind blows into COROZAL bay; Pirate treasure/2 fathoms light, a high wind, emeralds, pearls, Dubloons, Pieices-of-8 at your feet? A high wind from Jamaica, a conundrum into COROZAL bay; lazy tides, Palms-a-swaying, MAYAN temples, CERROES: the MAYAN lighthouse: "Lost & Found!"

A high wind from Jamaica, a KREOLE-lingua, that Coffee-skin kiss GO boog-a-loo with ancients, Espaniole1 Francais! ENGLISH! Pirates, Privateers, BUCCANEERS! And all manner of crafts-way-laid awaiting future discovery by TOMORROW's pirates with Metal Detectors  for tides to reveal Yesterday's spectacular!

 

NUFF for now. Hugs!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: Who knows where the times GOES, No. 1: "NO PIZZA for DINO?"

 Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: Who knows where the time GOES, No.1: NO Pizza for DINO?

I wandered lonely-bastard as a fricking whootsit. NOBODY saved my Pasta, my Macraroni, my Ass so careless, wonderin, 3who cares (brainless) if they (brainless) don't care for Mio? A TARRANTELLO for DINO, importante, my ninas-sorelli will sing my song? No education, no college, but my acquiline NOSE exhorts them along when I steal an amicos Auto or SHOOT (in the back) a famiglia-fretello (a consigliano), drive-by IL POSTO, cross the line so Capo Dino shines? Ave Maria. Ave Maria. 

davedelacroix, corozal, belize, 2023

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: 2023: The Year of the Dying

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, 2023: The YEAR of the DYING?

ALL MEN R mortal, all Consciousness dissolves, that last Gin & Tonic, Pastiche, single malt, whatever your poison that found it's WORM-burrow into Personality-NIGHT-flight to hook U to the other side?

Who heralds your "Kiss & Tell", a drooping penis, Gene Autrey's Virginial saddlebags, tits on parade, exposes still dressing like a Schoolgirl, who laughs, smirks, grins? Rodean-Lesbo or Eton Sodomy? All men R mortall, GALS too. But WHO/WHICH do U MARRY/have KIDS, send Em off to your old Zoo?

The YEAR of the DYING, movie-stars, ROCK-Stars, Icons SOCIAL-WHIRL; a rustic-tailored-plaid. As we scrambled for Histories IDIOM, a succinct belonging. That acceptable MEDIA blowjob?

davedelacroix, corozal, belize.