OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "the specter in your eye."

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, dave Delacroix: "the specter in your eye."

There's always a BOY in the Man, a childish a rag-a-tag, a Girl in the Woman who commands, a battle-victory, a face that launched 1,000 ships, your Wife or Gal, a yesterday who once ruled your Love, the poetry in your motion?

There's always that Chord, a memory-tremolo, a sign, a taste that drives its rusty nail into your heartbreak, that song of songs. Your inner Gods-aspect has no mercy! 

There's always a Prince who'll betray U, a Joker in the Pack, Judas-Small-Change. A last kiss-memory, divining your sanctity to lay bare HELL, the abyss, whose reptile lips, puckering in invitation seduce your entrapment with or without, furniture, jewelry or airline-carry-ons.

A crucifix on a chain, a mantra, a childhood dream-indoctrination, the boogie-woogie Rabis, Imans, Grande-Buddas, JU-JU Men, backed up by scriptures, RITUALS, dancing round a Maypole; Clowns abound to ASPIRIN life's slings/arrows, for the Boy, The Girl, the glint, the specter in your eye.

c.davedelacroix. 2024,dec.31. FIREWORKS, N.Y.EVE. Bango!

OUR MAN etc., for Dylan in Piacenza.

 Our Man etc. For Dylan in Piacenza.

davedelacroix@aol.com.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley (on F-book): "The Ferryman."

OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Ferryman."

(dedicato: Lanny Nelson) 

ALL BOUGHT & PAID FOR, said GOD to your Life, short of trimmings, dead-buddies, wealth or a good Wife, husband, partner? WHOOPEE-DO!!! ON your Own? Love's sinecure-vacuum, even there? ALL bought & paid-up in Peace, WAR! Whilst inner greed? No need to worry, broke, not broken, DESPAIR, it has no tomorrow. Regrets however, and that 1,000-yard stare? Even THERE Universal forces ferment. Lamias slither in most back yards.

I'm an EXPERT: "Left-over Girl"? S-all bout HELENE. Homer? He Lied! Trojans, the Fascists of their age, no Love, Greeks (?), no SEIGE, NO WAY! - of Troy -7 YEARS of WAR...for PUSSY? 2024-no change. Not happening. Centuries later, the Romans...singing..."Go tell the Spartans!" And as (historical/situ.-legacy) John Wayne's movie THE ALAMO suggests, as I age, no NEW PUSSY is gonna put me in a domestic cage?

AND DON"T whisper U R DEAD, broke, forlorn, DOWN-whoosits to da BONE, hanging on Love's "Ariadne's thread", that single Malt Whiskey-KICK! -the MOON's got its own rage like an "AI" hologram to souvenir your mystery, yours TOO, your story: "I wandered lonely...as a CRUISE-MISSILE, pls don't piss me off!?" DIOGENES! A Hermit. Mathematics & Beans! Happy guy apparently? Father of Arithmetic & Vegetarian cuisine!

WHO CALLS U BACK? Beyond? And all scoundrel-dusty trails rewards in haunting? Yet who records your kisses, pre-empt, societal, voluptual, erotic? -non but your MEMORY, twix Life's ORCHESTRA still clutching to harrow consciousness, perceived loves & betrayals, dastardly and honored deeds, ALL the dynamics, ULLYSES's living creed, his Penelope, his dream? AUGURS, signs & wonders, the Ferryman awaits us all. Next hour at the Tavern we will sing our song!

c.davedelacroix/david mich oxley. belize.2024, 29/12.

OUR MAN in Europe/now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "...Winged R the Devils!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix, age 69: "Winged R the Devils."

WINGED R the Devils we KNOW, the years "Fly Fleance Fly!" that MURDER the beloved, the rascals, FRIENDS, no jokes-no more; eclectic kisses-stained lipstick "YO's!" on tavern boards in expectation, but no Winged Devil to bring Home all they once rejoiced? SHADDUP & Die Young! -someone said.

Shadows IN shade, no Paparazzi-glare to lantern, to candle, to isolate Time's FANG in echoed song,  "Anacreon in Heaven We raise our glass to thee!" righting all wrong, goodly, but usurped by Winged Devils in un-tapped consciousness, tomorrow's Nativity betrayed in utero: WotchagonnaDO!? An existential Wonder! NEXT!!!

Winged R the Devils, seething, THIRST, a tankard of ale, a cask-wine, blood-pined! And shattered, the Cellar of your Soul, the Winged Devils will find U there. Who FUCKED the Lamb, if not You, then ME! Canines, Wolves, Jackels mark their spot on trees. Picture. Winged Devils feign disinterest. Do You?

Winged R the Devils, in the mirror, in your face, a beloved, in Winter, who hold U close till Summer then GONE! Seen no more. As All Hallowed Souls writhe, wail, tormented, Centuries in chorus, an En-tombed Hollywood-fail. Dante's Inferno, the Musical! ...Abstractly, we sometimes wonder: "Whatever happened to Lucy, Bill or Jim?" Winged R the Devils we know.

c.2024. davedelacroix, Xmas encore. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "My Old Tuxedo."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: Dave Delacroix: "My Old Tuxedo."

(dedicato: Steven St. James)

My old Tuxedo? Poor old Sod. Weddings, funerals, Wakes (?) it's seen the lot! On STAGE, Concertinas, Rock N' Roll Festivals & Bars; spilt drinks, cigarette ash, Champagne scars? U don't know the MEANING of Heartbreak!

My old Tuxedo witnessed...WITNESS! To folly & glory, Bohemian debauchery, ROMANCE drenched in a past Life of MUSIC, kisses & RAGE, immortalized-Paparazzi  foto-craze? Adios! Unlike my old GUITAR, utility's fortune: still to be strummed...

My old Tuxedo? After I'm gone, a THRIFT STORE? Picked over & pecked by fingers un-worthy or ripped/shredded in the latest costume Slasher Flick? Or stared at in a glass case, an exhibit, some Clowns Music "Hall of Fame" (Lame?), a Madame Tussauds alongside histories idiots/murderers?

My old Tuxedo, after I'm dead & gone? Our Glory Daze! -lingers on, threadbare, no mortal exit, no Neophyte to recount its singular Fame? An existence. now un-worn, HUNG BY THE NECK; a Song of Songs of all we use, lose, abandon, and forget.

c.davedelacroix/davidmichaeloxley. corozal.belize. dec. 2024.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE: My DD BLOG announcement.

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize: My DD BLOG announcement:

Dave Delacroix BLOG OFFICIAL NOTICE, ahem, ANNOUCEMENT: For my BELOVED BLOG FOLLOWERS U can keep Updated of my continuing-weekly mischievous-making/activities through my Facebook Page under my old family name David Michael Oxley. Watch out!  There R a zillion DMO names/Hackers. MINE U can identify by Fb Page with my FOTOS. (Still devilishly handsome/debonair!) PLEASE TELL OUR MUTUAL friends? I now live in Belize, near MEXICO, Co-owner of a Guest-Villa, tropics, Swimming Pool etc. I SWITCHED to my old family name; I lost/forgot DD page password (who cares?), created the DMO one. This last year I've been plagued by Throat Cancer/Chemotherapy/Radiation treatments etc. now given up on doctors, still drinking & Smoking as usual and seem to be recovering holistically just dandy. Not out of the woods yet, aged 69 (!) but "tutte-bene" wishing U all (2024) a Merry Xmas!... Connect/Friend-me Fb/VISIT. Dave loves U!

Fixing on Producing new CD, "The Ides of March" IN March (lol) with all/any Music-Alumni of yore who wish to jam/contribute/show up IN Belize at our Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa (with a guitar/bongo/cowbell/VIDEO-Film gear) for freebie stay; y-all can message me on my DMO Fb page. 

dd. corozal-belize, dec. 2024.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/now BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "Sweet Virginia."

 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Sweet Virginia."

SWEET VIRGINIA, North or South, alone with Me in my Youth, ever to love, whenever we kissed, a tremble-memory of U.

Sweet Virginia lost & found, years forlorn, rich or poor, highway or City-denizen, to Club the night away, to Life-dance indefatigable!

Sweet Virginia, hot or cold, walkin' rain, heat or snow, a Gal for All Seasons, skeletal ghost-echoes enrapture my aging bones, eternities embrace?

Sweet Virginia, DYING!? Our Love knows not how.

c.Dave Delacroix. Corozal, Belize.