OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix: She SWINGLE on dah Reef.

 Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix: She swingle on dah Reef.

Corozal, Belize, Ebbtide where land & sea give parting kiss, she paddles/saunters NET in hand collecting "le fruit de la mare" for some absent lucky hound, not there, to witness her majesty? She swingles lithe-some, a bend or a bow and all God's design on show. To SHE (BAUDELAIRE) who is too gay? From the palm spotted beach I hope this Vision never goes away. She swingles on the Reef, a symphony of Nature that beguiles, and an innocence, too soon corrupt, an Ideal eternal!

c.2023, dave delacroix, Corozal, Belize.

Our Man in Belize, dave Delacroix: The Grand Illusion.

 Our man in Belize, Dave Delacroix: The Grand Illusion.

(dedicato: USA Veteran/Viet-nam/Cambodia/Black-Ops....even TODAY I cannot share his valiant name.)

...In my fatal year...didn't consult with a DOC, stayed drunk, listen too much to THE CRAMPS, BBQed my ass-off suffering hysteria with PUTIN'S Cold-War mentality: DINORSAUS. Top Jobs. Go figure? Ignorance walks down every street.

(The Grand Illusion)

In my fatal year, body giving out (age 67), BRAIN on Under-drive and, EMOTIONALLY, constantly obscurely isolated in a World-Culture repetitively giving each other PRIZES.?...When do WE get to laugh? An Oscar? A WALLY? Maybe a Ralph!?

(The Grand Illusion)

In my fatal year, BIG SLEEP-CITY-horizon; "troubles-goin/troubles gone!" (Church Bell-ringers chant!) and, perhaps U-d expect SOME sobriety, leastways moderate linguistic masturbation (a Parthian shot?) instead of today's NEWS: 20 Mass (USA) shootings on a Memorial long weekend Holiday? EH?...

(The grand illusion.)

 In my fatal year, the PAST of a Past ...when we made sweet Love and VOWED, something above all we R and craved a Tomorrow, that splendor in the grass where dignity prevailed, and an Honest-Joe IS an honest Mayor and when round was round and all FAIR SQUARE and no more WARS for our children's tomorrow?

(The Grand Illusion.)

  

c. Our man in belize, dave delacroix. 5/30/2023

OUR MAN in WHOOSIT, dave delacroix, Transgender-Typist.

 Our Man in DOOM CITY/2023/Dave Delacroix: "Transgender-Typist".

It all started when I was a transgender Alpine Dancing Girl; Accursio-dress-fandango (had to speak German) and mandatory BAVARIAN Beer-Whoosit.? There was a DUDE named HELMUT. He introduced me to BELLE & SABASTIAN....I thought it was a BRIT TV show? Afterwords, (WORDS) it went South; have U ever loved a FILM-Producer, that PEOPLE-CHAMELEON imposter U - outside WORSHIP, a Pedophile's Male/little Girl Madonna who likes to slip his hand inside your SKI-PANTS? And LATER we R educated; their SICKNESS HAS to BE passed on? DO WE too pass it ON!!!? NOT-AMIGOES!!!

This IS a "friends" testament. Possibly a MOVIE that will never be made/Spielberg/Traufaut/Ridley Scott, all those scumbag/big eared UK/L.A. Talent-Agents, their mothers & Uncles. And that INNER-Auschwitz of Western Culture which through (them) just basic greed prevails to this day?

It ALL started when I was a fricked-up SKI Kid. I didn't fit the bill? Then I composed MENU for MURDER, a series of ....better still? READ the BLOG: MENU for MURDER/MUDER A La CARTE. by dave delacroix TYPED UP by FRANCINE X a Transgender Typist!?

It all started....! Life's PIRAHNAS. A Khibutz. 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/I wondered lately as a cloud?

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!