Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix, the Cancun Diaries, No. 5: 2020!

 

Our Man in Europe...Mexico...davedelacroix, the CANCUN Diaries, No. 5: 2020. TWENTY-TWENTY!!!

....IN 2020 EVERYBODY didnt have a Cold, everybody was Perfect. ASK the Bastards! January, everybody was REAL GOOD at playing Spanish Guitar, playing the Facebook-WAZOO, making a SELFIE-VIDEO and Snappies of their Recipes, CATS, taking out the BIN mostly, and Cold-Emotions, kidnapped by UFO-s -with the CAT under a pastoral sunset whilst Uncle-s tenor Sax wailing in the background begging for a deal with the William-Moron-Agency, situ. that Concrete disaster In-land from Santa-Monica, California where Reptile-tentacles put Coronovirus in a B-Movie shade and  U-tube-self loathing gets carried away apart from Conscientious Kids picking up the crap most folks chuck out of car windows/trash pristine beaches, put it in baggies....in 2020...on-going, always Un-sung!

IN 2020. WHOO-AH! Presidents, like Girlfriends, like Guitars! They come and Go. Who-s to SAY what the GIG is. It IS, yup, IZ wot it IZ. That birth, that kernel seed, that depression, that DESIRE, that Need. And WHO-s to CLAIM the perception, that double-helix of Understanding which undermines THIS  HELL we have made and sends promptly, our ASSES back to Nature-s way! A couple of Volcanoes! Don-t hold your breath. ATTISHOO!!!...Like shaking off a global POMPEII cold! It-s happened before. Ask the Dinosaurs!

At the beginning of 2020, nobody...sniff-sniff...had a Cold....

c.2020, davedelacroix. cancun-Mex. Off to da beach manana.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix....All the Fiona-s and Other Tales, 1 to 3.

 Our Man in MEXICO, dave delacroix... ALL THE FIONA-S and Other Tales, 1 to 3.

1...All the Fiona-s

ALL THE FIONA-S and OTHER tales of Man, Maid or Beast usurp the sanctity of our Shakespearean souls like a Chinese-drip or a splash of ice cold water at dawn, a morning-thingy, pre-happy hour! The EYES have it!... -subject to a beneficial re-count, yet reaching for NAYS like an addict, Un-believing In-credulous! A fantasy! Asking, could that be ME walking in Man-s grace with a twinkle-eye, saliva on lips, sweat brooding on brow like a Tsunami of illumination. All THAT and Fiona too! Am I the SUM of Man!..? So I dialed 1-800-All Fucked Up ...and got put on Hold!

2...Via con Dios.

VIA con Dios works for Me. Always that faraway Pay-day drunken nite when, un-cannily, something don-t work like a mis-matched Tie, a fiesta at a funereal or how-s your Mom, dog or distant relation; the bastard died! Or a wrong invitation. LET-S PARTY -going to a Wake and YOU, popping out of Life-s servile Cake...in a mortuary. And the twists and turns of outrageous fortune, embalming your dynamic that leads you on for vanity and dust yet never-more...Do you GRIT life-s fortune or via con Dios...Wanna take a Selfie!!!

3...WISHMAS!

Do U want Wishmas like I want Wishmas with U. Do U want Wishmas, red, white and blue, that Wishmas in your heart and soul. That Wishmas without Blues. 

Do U want Wishmas. Always SO cool. That wishmas that U and I once knew. Do you want WISHMAS like I want Wishmas with U...

c.2020. davedelacroix, calle Yalahan, Cancun, Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, Mexico, dave delacroix....Malibu-Surf.

Our Man in Europe-MEXICO, dave delacroix....Mailbu-Surf.

dedicato. Jan-Michael Vincent.

Always tough to go SURF

when that KID inside

getting loaded at the Malibu-Baja-Cantina.

Like exotic Guitars on your wall,

Longboards.

Ans it-s always TOUGH

to say, YO BRFO

I can-t come today

because it OVER

and with a fatal Smile,

Camaraderi

disolves.

It-s always tough

a Brother-s touch,

but a Brother Understands...

c.2020. davedelacroix. cancun-mexico.

Our Man in Europe-MEXICO, dave delacroix....The Great British Smiley People....THE SPOON. The CANCUN-DIARIES No. 3.

 

Our Man in Europe-now Mexico, dave delacroix...The GREAT BRITISH SMILEY PEOPLE...THE SPOON. The CANCUN DIARIES No. 3.

dedicato. John Hartman. Reely Groovey Films.

ALL GODS and GOVERNMENTS...not keen on their Constituents, rabid Supporters, bad-tailored Student-types,  a gal with a Freedom song OR ...TV back-chat-conscience or BELARUSIAN minimal Cerebeal development, THRUST! And WHO if I cried OUT would HEAR me amongst the....HEINE...order of the WHOSSIT! Your INNER RAPE or your SAD masturbation!...shopping in London, Camden market. Do we NEED a BLITZ to tell us what IS is IS!!!!....The RAIN...IN SPAIN...is IN your Boog-a-loo!!! Gotta thorn in my foot. WOTCHAGONNADO!...lol...Nobody without a clue. 2020. Hearing WISDOM like Andy Warhol =s pictorial Campbells=Soup!...The selection of NOTHING is All-important! Ya got CHOICES!!!...Mushroom.  Chicken. Keep going. It gets more complex. ALL GODS and GOVERNMENTS. All ARTISTS, all POLITICO Tyrants maybe your best friend who will TRY to SOUP your SOUL .It-s up to YOU if U DO NOT pick up the Spoon.....YOWSA! Mulligatawny! But only for a moment. YOU should live so long!

c.2020, dave delacroix...knee-high socks. Look-smiling!..cancun-mexico.

Our Man in....in MEXICO. Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN Diaries. She dances in the Waves.

Our Man in...in MEXICO...Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN DIARIES. She dances in the Waves.

 She dances in the waves, lithe, Unobtrusive, sinewy as the emerald waves that catch her contour. She dances in the on-coming tide, apres-le-midi de une faun, Un-bleating. And the swirl and cluster of each wave bathes her beauty as TWO eagles, sky-circle in a baptism of rejoicing that covert the moment until beachward eyes project and denzil evil in voyeur cacophany. A cloud perhaps. A shadow. A prophesy. She dances in the surf, that Nyrid of innocence. Tomorrow,-s sordid BITCOIN splashing gayfully in the On-coming tide. As she dances in the waves. She dances in the waves. She dances...in the waves. And all my cares, like a South Sea bubble just sail away UN-like the greed that festers or rots in tide-less Souls!

c.2020, davedelacroix, Calle Xhallana, Cancun-Mexico. At Punte-Cancun, public beach.

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries...YASMINE & Co.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix....The Cancun Diaries....YASMINE & Co. 

dedicato ...LALO.

OUR MAN IN Santiago-CUBA Sebastian, black skinned Liverpudlian, born an whossit-U.K. reminded me today at the 11th hour that MANANA-tomorrow was a Public Holiday in Cancun-Mexico. I reminded him that I had once MET Sergio Mendes, could Hitch-hike by night just by the STARS and  please purloin some towels from our recent shared Hotel for my new Urban Pad sans bits and bobs.

 One of THOSE moments. Outside of hitting on a Beladonna we both promised NOT to make a note of it in our Under-pillow Diaries. Liberating Bathrobes from Hotels might come back to fiscally Credit-Card haunt. Covid Days. And ethically...Old Sins cast long shadows. On the OTHER hand would they want that complimentary Toothbrush back!

UNEXPECTED. My new Mexican Landlord....I needed to meet his MOM. COOL!!!..Dave! Then...This is my Grandmother and  I gotta turn U ON to YUCATAN Cuisine. OH! And dont forget to switch off the AC if U go out. I think I got the picture most Joyously! Made sure he-family, OUR MAN IN CUBA, some French folks were my first house-CURRY-dinner balmy-patio guests. PIX on Facebook someplace! Tropic night.

AS FOR the next days Public Holiday....Had a FIX on a nearby liquor store. YASMINE and Christian. Cool Kids blasting out VAN MORRISON....Public holiday or NO, my 12 pack of Brewskies was assured!...Our Man in Cuba. Our Man Dave. And my Mexican buddies in Cancun...And Our Man in CUBA, heading home next days. Gonna miss this Cancun-Cuba BRO. Old giggles cast Tomorrows Smiles. Yasmina & Co. too! Asta la vista!...Guess, all good, just sometimes its the way it goes like every cloud has a Silver whossit!

c.2020.davedelacroix. Xalahal Ave.S.M. Cancun, Mexico.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix... GATO NEGRO...The Black Cat.

 

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave delacroix... Gato Negro-The Black Cat.

....Now there was an old Woman who lived in the woods, a-ween a-weena-war-yah, she had 10 kids, prime-ministers, presidents, dictators, tyrants, gato-negro every one, down by the river Whore-Ya.

Just checked out the limited swimming pool situ  at Cancun-Mexcico=s Hotel Colonial. The Night-Punk watchman is almost a Costa-Rican Non-smoking Fascist. Funny how non-obesity-latino MALES with no cerebal possibilities gravitate to HEIL HITLER. Their chubby amigoes, happy in food, life, love couldnt give a whoosit! In 50 years, a Bergen-Belsen, perchance...only with palm trees. Glad I=ll be out of the Gig. A Free Khadish! And I KNOW I get accused of being Palestinian or Jewish or Irish and its a tough responsibility, not even a member of a decent London Old Boys Club, a DARK HORSE, a D.H.Lawrence, a Swizel-stick, a black beard. A-HUM! In-divisably. A Young Frankenstein. A BUNCH of syllables! READ MY LIPS! PUT THE CANDLESTICK...BACK! U-betcha. Riding THEE Gig. And a-back of Histories Holocaust MILLIONS, chartering the un-forseen, potentially tragic waters of Tomorrow, as the sad-sap course of Life is inevitable... or STRIKE OUT fair Youth!!! And like ANACREON, Greek Poet-dude,  an old Guitar, a buzz, a hum without a strum. PEELUNG!!!...THAT-S a STRUM!

Meantime, not losing HOPE ....there was an Old Gal who lived in the woods, etc...A Gato Nero. A Black Cat. Perhaps she WALKED in front of U. God forbid she walked in front of Me.

c.2020, davedelacroix, hotel colonial, cancun-mexico.