OUR MAN in Europe, dave Delacroix...in EUROPE now in BELIZE: "Coconut Psalm." No.1

 Our  MAN...  Coconut Psalm. No. !.

...Now when I was dust-stepping down furrowed jungle roads under whispering Palms, sonorous Pines, cluttered with Iguanas hunting chattering, exotic birds above beady-lurking crocodiles, a Piranha or 2? ALAS! I wasn't in Paris, Rome or London!

Now when I decided to cast a Line? But then the reference is CLEAR.?  What Poet can cast the first stone or illusify the enigma of the Human Condition? How much will any Mn pay for A/C before he resolves to just SWEAT & die albeit miserably?

now when I had a few BUCKS, a buck myself, whose FORTUNE would decide the Fate of Friends, friends of Friends, loved or with hate would pot puree and amalgam sow to twist, turn or ferment the WORLD and how we made, perhaps, and let it so?

c.2024. Davedelacroix, belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now in BELIZE: (Song!): "U cannot drink the Wine Cellar dry!"

 

Our Man in Europe/ now n BELIZE: (Song!): "U cannot drink my Wine Cellar dry!."

U cannot drink my wine cellar dry "apres morte"? But Friends will endeavor to persevere?

AVE DAVE! Ave Mortality! AVE that last bowl of SOUP on a Winter's Day or the KICK-INSIDE

of Friendships/LOVES, a Springtime betrayal haunting the life-spine of your boog-a-loo?

WHO sucks your VENOM? Stored where? Who RE-christens your perfect psalm, makes it less holy, presented, to critics, sycophants, fools?

Who caps your bitterness, wisdom, yesterday's love or smile?

U cannot drink our wine cellar dry, "apres morte" nor augment celestial spheres! Mortal coils & Dusty Death's skeletal grin into your Vintage, success, failure, rich or poor, "apres-morte" vino to share?

U cannot drink my wine cellar dry: AVE YOU! Do your best. Anacreon (Greek Songster) in heaven & I will salute U!

c.davedelacroix. OUR DUDE someplace. may 2024. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE, now COROZAL-BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley, aged 68 w/throat Cancer): THE DEAD of FACEBOOK!

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: THE DEAD of FACEBOOK.

The Fb. FACEBOOK (500 zillion people/ lots ARE now DEAD) the multitudes, a testament of Internet TIME? Fotos, AWESOMES, sunsets, dawns-breakin with ANTS-nano-attention-span resolve (Dear Diary, weather was nice?) Portraits of houseplants, Cats, Dogs, Iguanas; latest recipe, Bar-drunks, sober, old Pals, fucks U'll never meet again, TUXEDO, non-sartorial in sickness & IN-health, Politico-Social-NON-smoking-WOKE-Masturbation thoughts? -that 15 second fame to elicit: "Dat's awesome!!!", "Can we MEET in person/fuck?", "WISH-whatever!?"responses?

The DEAD of FACEBOIK. Seriously NOT On-line, dead-as meat, MOULDING or ASHES? No Black armband. MILLIONS R ALREADY DEAD!!! DEM DAT'S NOT!? IMOJI-Central. Sucking at your NECK or noting...like FACEBOOK...your logistics & tomorrow's Blackmail. A new NIGHT? Do we laugh, our folly; the night is long that never finds the Day. But DO CLICK AWAY! The DEAD (R.I.P.)  of FACEBOOK...now so far away and their "sea of troubles" splash like summers rain on your beloved's morning face?...If she AIN'T guilty of something?

And just WHO (Poet RILKE) if I cried out would HEAR ME!? The Dead of Facebook. Whispering their IMOJIS, "Awesomes", "Hugs!" or "Caring" from ALL Mortal's tomorrow's bourn? WE could YAK all night. But with the DEAD, the NOW "passed-on" of Facebook, conversation, like Fotos of your CAT, immemorable. NO collective WOUNDING! We DANCE in different DISCOS, a Guitar Bluesman & a Techno Keyboarder trying to reconcile their Beethoven collective? Poor old LUDWIG. Cheap-ASS APPS abound; Cocoa-Cola diluted. Water more expensive than a single Malt and a brave new world!

OK!!! Who's got the bloody BEER!!!?

davedelacroix, corozal, belize, CINCO da Mayo: May, 2024. (publish & be damned!)

OUR MAN IN Europe, USA, Belize: "The Early Years" No. 1: ANACREON/Open Casket.

 

OUR MAN in Europe/USA/BELIZE: "The Early Years" No.1: ANACREON/Open Casket!

...I had an open casket, a secret request...so I could see the fuckers who HELD a mirror to my mouth (I'm CORPUS/I wasn't breathing?) no sign of LIFE or JIMBO who stabbed me in my left EYE - I did not flinch! - and the GALS (expectant of my Last Will/Testament $$$?) smeared-lipstick, CURSED ME, stuck a KNITTING NEEDLE in my groin/testicles/missed my good-left NUT and one/TWO left a pitiful POEM: "U left, OFT, like a Dude-star?

JIMMY showed up and spilled his JACK DANIELS all over the Floral tribute of Tulips, coffin, my TUX; some KID - I didn't know? - he was a FAG, tried masturbating ON my Corpse? Pete & Steve dragged his Ass outta the Chapel. I guess it was kind'a weird, but dead & gone, a Bob Dylan song echo? The answer is blowing.

My DEATH? I had an OPEN CASKET, mellow ORGAN chapel music, the LAST atmosphere this Ol Boy had ever wanted or experienced but, S'what folks' thought were apropos? Eventually? My ASHES in a MASON JAR. No worries.  Muscle-fillet, head-strong, psychotic to ASHES; to ANACREON, Greek Poet, we raise our glass to THEE, TIME-consumed, now has EATEN ME; devoured to eternity! Relax. Mortal END-game1

I had an open casket. ANACREON-remembered! But who'll remember U or Me, the Pussy U stroked or how U liked your carrots & peas?

c.davedelacroix/David michael oxley, Jan. 2024. Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Europe/USA, Belize, Dave Delacroix, aka, david michael oxley: :ANACREON in heaven! We SALUTE thee!" (Old British Navy Drinking Song, 1800s)

 

Our Dude in your Face! Dave Delacroix. "ANACREON!!!" (Ancient Greek Poet)

No retribution, no linger! No Saccharine, no indetermined, like a RIOT, no forsaken; ship-wreck Sailors, beaten-ashore by WRECKERS, no...REAL retribution. Only/Just? By kindness, boredom, indifference? Whose COFFIN-CLOSED scant of Guilt for fellowman or Porridge for a History-tale, pre BBC? Whose BRECKENRIGE in Scottland, Colorado, or the MURDOCH MYSTYRIES seeps into custom rites & Souls; WHISKY GALORE! Do DEVILS always Win, Maidens, always "de-flowered"; is anyone NOT a Bastard including the "...to the Manor-born"? No retribution, DEATH & the MAIDEN...whose love we pine, songs OF, forgotten SEA Shanties, ANACREON, we HAIL THEE!...but still her CURSE poisons your Seed? RAPE & pillage in an Ocean of mirrors?

c.Davedelacroix. 68th b-day arriviving, Oct. IN PAIN. Will continue with STYLE U Rockstars!

OUR RIGHTEOUS MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix/david michael Oxley: "It's all over now Babee-Blue!"

 

OUR Man in Belize, "It's all over Now..."

"It's all over now Babee-Blu? It's all over, no Trumpet/7th Cavalry to save the day from those "pesky" locals; Vikings, GAULS, Aztecs, Mayan-bastards, Vandals, punks from Chicago-South-side, Darkies, the Homeless? Jury's still out on Albanians, Sicilians? Muslims catching a FLIGHT? Stress-City!

Its All-over NOW Babee-BLUE, the Color-blind, the SWINES with WEIRD Scottish or IRISH names/accents, how can U trust these bastards? Apparently, Egyptians & Israelis are the MOST mid-east Racist pieces of crap U can encounter regarding their immediate Neighbors? Both regard themselves as top of the heap? 

It's all, yowzah, all over, BABEE-BLUE until some PIED-PIPER of HAMLEIN shows up, grabs everybody's KIDS, take Em away so THE HATE can dissolve?  But what family would sacrifice their KIDS for WORLD PEACE?

It's all over now Babee-Blue? I got (diagnosed) weeks to live. No worries. It's all over NOW (for me) Babee-Blue...Dave-Adieu. Shallom U lunatics! Allah-Akbah? Quit Medaevil-masturbation! Hang the LAWYERS & BURN the PRIESTS!...Y-all might just make it.

Our Man in Belize. Dave delacroix/david michael Oxley, Corozal, Belize.

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix/david michael Oxley, "CASTAWAY."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE: "CASTAWAY."

It's not OVER dear Heart, though wagons of Time roll horizons into well-deserved oblivion, nor friendship vacuum and ambitions dissolve, fine-point, script into verbiage, no wit, joke, laughter, a cunning smile? ALL is UN-lost as it was never uncovered. Yesterday. Footprints. Beaches. Places for a campfire. Idiots and Sunsets. 

It's not over Cheri. Love's BLOOD clings to your mortal coil like sickly virgin olive oil. The stuff stone-ground heralded by yellow-tongued Vipers. U can meet them. Or maybe YOU. Are one? Do U slither?

It's not OVER, over, over, like a frozen un-crashing WAVE; an emotion that singles U out, extends U the spray... but will NEVER release U, to dance, shimmer, on a paradise beach where the braindead trace footprints... and then, yet, to withdraw again, the beach, out of reach?

It's not OVER my love? Never! Locked-eternal, as we R in Love's-THORN matrix? A Calypso in the AIR, unattainable like a shooting star!

c. 2023, sept. dave delacroix/david michael oxley, corozal, belize.