Our Man Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Swimming Pool."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Swimming Pool."

I stayed too long in the swimming Pool. that aqua, the sunshine, that marketplace, the WORLD? I stayed too long in the Carnival, city after city, town after town, that lover-come & go: "Ich Lieber dich, I love U/Je taime/please fuck me!!!", that hissing serpent that writhes in your GUITAR REVERB SOUL? I stayed too long, in memory-daisy fields, sexual-fantastic, yet I stayed too long in London, New York City, that frigid-Majestic, always a combustible youth? In Mombasa harbor or a Canale in Venice, JESUS!!! Somebody light a candle, a Kadish for this bloody fool...I stayed too long in a story in which I did not belong. The Old Testament is full of this stuff! I stayed too long in this swimming pool. And now my skin wrinkles, that song of songs. And the Pine trees silhouettes on the swimming pool Cabana-wall, careless, dance into a sunset all of their own...

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Maria Callas." (Opera-Gal.)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize-lately/5 years, Dave Delacroix: "Maria Callas!"

...NOBODY GOT NO JAZZ-JIVE except U? No class act can wear your Plimsouls or shoes, the Jury's still out, that SOUL-INFINITY, better than U sing the Blues? A dance across a gymnasium floor? Middle of the night. Campus-deserted! No-one's there?

Nobody in Curacao (Bob Mitchum movie), Singapore, HONG KONG (Still need to visit!), Amsterdam or PAREE. A prelude-FLAMENCO that haunts the halls of history as WE mere mortals free-fall to the ground like flies under a bar-ceiling fan when I asked for a Cognac...in ARMAGNAC France? (The stuff of/where Pianists go off and shoot themselves?) ...I didn't have a gun.

Nobody got NO Jazz-Jive. Nobody but MARIA CALLAS. The dead, the living, the crooks still alive? Nobody gonna sell U a stolen handbag except that Pandora's Box, its genius-curse. A TRA-LA-LA! A hollow-loving tone driving U into your last eternity!

c.2025. dave u know whoo. "Can anybody lend me $20?" We should WEAR disguises when we rendezvous in Corozal, Berlin or St. Petersburg. Maybe JAPAN?... Trilby's, Raincoats. (B/W thingy.). The PASSWORD...so we don't get "publicly hacked" IS: "The RAIN in SPAIN? U say, "It doesn't RAIN in Spain!" Then I say, "Never trust a Man who doesn't DRINK!" And YOU say, "And keep one eye on the Non-Smokers!" Then we do the MASONIC handshake, the KANGAROO leg-whoosits, etc., and go for a beer.

.................................Yup!

Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook): "TOO LATE the HERO."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Too late the Hero!"

(dedicato: Sebastian Barker, POET, son of GEORGE BARKER, major-POET, author of "SPAIN!" both who I railed with in 1970s London.)

...Too late the Hero...

"A le recherche du temps-perdu" VERSUS the rigor-mortis of Tradition, that RICTUS-expression famous amongst corpses, that leaden coffin where it belongs with childhood toys, souvenirs, teenage epiphanies. Afterall U cannot take them (the old Guitars?) when U GO?

Too late the Hero. Too late that popular song...to ensure dominion -World Peace? -A travel bag, LIFE'S halfway packed, E-Tickets awaiting, E-Mail farewell rehearsals and Jazz to wail or rave about on your return?

The Labyrinth of Memory circling Time's perpetual DRAIN. Regrets, remorse? "Alors! Repetez-encore?" A sinew, a stroke of a Clerks' feathered NIB? An official Governmental STAMP? DEAD!? Yup. Again.

"A le recherche du temps perdu" (memories of past times) VERSUS the Customs/Traditions U imbibed VOMIT NOW, a swarm of serpents from your oral decay, once a symbol, a place in the Sun, that Day of Days and the Love U almost won.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Cafe-Espresso."

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Cafe-Espresso."

HOW DO WE DIE on the cusps of eternity, or sealed by a Lover's kiss, or surrounded by Lawyers or "Ju-Ju" men? Or surrounded by fawning relatives hoping for a WILL-handout, that inheritance, their impatient foot-dangling for a Patriarch who lived far too long? GOD KNOW'S Bob Dylan's song, SAD EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS, a song that lasts interminable not to mention MILTON'S "Paradise Lost". Then, to exhaust the reading public "Paradise FOUND!"?  (Foot dangling fails?)

Was it those DREARY paintings by DURER or Rembrandt, icons of artistic reconsideration, the lack of Cholera, the lack of PLAGUE-would nothing immediate take U away? Is there no WIT or final WISDOM to skip U on your way, a last PULSE! -No AXE or broadsword! Let's call in SALIDIN with a Scimitar, maybe an accomplished SAMAURI? A last resort, Lucrezia BORGIR, pretty Poison. Leastways a madrigal? (Medieval Music.), Elevator music?

MURDER-MURDER, Murder my Sweet. The night is young, but blood will bleed. Alibis R a dozen-a-dime. And blood like TRUTH, OUT! OUT! OUT! How do we DIE, no whimper but a shout. SCREAMING our life's story into eternity! And the music plays. People swan across the dance floor daze. A heart's dagger here or there. Who's to say what kills a Soul?

HOW DO WE DIE? Restless yet, perhaps longing-still for the ones we have loved. Baptismal fonts & gravestones measure our daily-cafe-espressos!!

c.2023. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE, Dave DElacroix: "The EYE of ZOLTEC!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The EYE of ZOLTEC!"

...Carries a DIAMOND (big sucker) pendant round his neck. He's Immortal-accepting when his DIAMOND POWER runs low; Phoenix-like he must self-immolate/burn in a fire then, in a NEW AGE/ERA he's re-born, adult, a-new, in a role of HERO-righteousness, from rags, togas, to Moss-BROS suits? (Not known to carry a Firearm.)

The EYE of ZOLTAC alas is not available on a Supermarket shelf/Transformation aisle. For THAT U gotta consult your OWN INNER-GIG, asking yourself R U worthy of Self-Sacrifice? Don't burn yourself on the stove. Lotta  failed SUICIDES out there!

The EYE of ZOLTEC (a Comic strip-1960s) for School kids to fantasize on par with all ancient MYTHS, does this Phantom exist, a HUMAN FRAME-TIME TRAVELLER who, episodic/edition Comic after Comic must BE consumed by fire to be re-born? MAN as PHOENIX?

The EYE of ZOLTEC (Zoltek?). A Mayan God? Or the name of a Pub? A Gurdjieff, P.D.Ouspensky, Nietzsche, a mythological="Principia-Mathematica" to guide the "Populi" away from the Greek Gods, French Nouveau-Cinema-NOIR, the dread of Everyman-auteur-Internet? "Selfies-endemic!!!"

The EYE of ZOLTEC. An INDU, Buddhist=boogaloo. A reincarnation, a foot in a stranger's shoe? A LIE in a TRUTH; no doubt money is involved as the Queen of Sheba (no known photograph) danced with King Soloman, busy slicing in 2 the body of a child claimed by 2 Mommas?

The EYE of ZOLTEC (Oh boy!) Where's that HELL-FIRE!!!? I think I need to jump in!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "All Quiet on the Internet Front."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "ALL QUIET...on the Internet Front."

(dedicato: Steve Johnson/International Dude.)

NOBODY wanted to visit. Nobody, on my shoulder wanted to cry. Nobody (imogi) wanted to SCREAM No THUMBS-UP! All quiet on the Internet screen.

Nobody SHARED their DREAMS (thank God), nightmares, their Machiavellian plots, seductive kisses/fotos of CATS? All quiet on the Internet whoosits.

Nobody DIED today, busy gettin BORN-no Facebook CHAT, nobody whined about an OPERATION; nobody got Sick or posted a foto of their frickin CAT; all silent in the grove.

Nobody wanted to "facia-et-facia" actually DANCE or visit-BYOB. Nobodies Like U & Me sitting on a branch of a lonesome tree. All quiet on the Internet Front. A Cemetary, this newfound silence actuality.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "The Naked Planet."

 Our Man in Europe, "The Naked Planet."

...BURN the PRIESTS, Imans, Rabbis, assorted Bhuddas, "Ju-Ju" men, riff-raff Evangelists-money grubbers and HANG the LAWYERS for no human species skillfully turns lies into truth.

Do U gently slumber? Will the Sun also rise? Where IS your Reason when a loved one dies? Do U rage, alas, at the MOON, that King of Tides

RAVAGE your SOUL! Excavate its subconscious! -that Mandrake Root when plucked/IT SCREAMS!!! -where ALL secrets lie' fond memories, cooking smells, TRAUMA, first loves-rejection now cloaked under the canopy of the soul U have become?

BURN the SHAMANS, throw that hallowed ROCK back in their face! No carbon-based statue of BHUDDA ain't gonna do U any HARM. Rock, SCULPTURE, Crucifix, plastic or wood?

Pagan? WE R DOOMED of course. The Cosmetic Industry (Nuclear fallout) has gone into production-overdrive, equally the "Health Food" racket doing a "Blenda!" with an excess of carrots/Last Chance Hotel/GREED till THE END, pound for pound of Civilized Flesh?

The are FIVE BILLION stories on the NAKED PLANET. This has been one of them.

c.2025. davedelacroix.