Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Dark side of Venice."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Dark side of Venice."

(dedicato: Mi Bela Giada Serafina.)

CANNELETTO, GIACOMO (Casanova), the Usual Suspects, hanging OUT in VENICE's grande, the Piazza di Whoosits/SAN MARCO? NO NEED to bring your OWN mystery here. An expensive/licensed GONDOLA will take your Tourist Credit Card to bankruptsy/go-home/be broke-thingy?...Golden-age Venezia-Casinos/FARO to Las Vegas your Ducats and Homo/Bellas sans decent Condoms (apres SEX)  for U to seek a draft of Mercury/in days of yore; either way your teeth fell out, your foreskin MIGHT have survived, toiletry situs-hit & miss? Better U HOSE down dat GAL before U ..."ahah"...conquer. She may be pretty, she may NOT come from New York City, but like Canneletto, Giacomo (the Lover!) Lord Byron, etc., etc. we embrace her charms, a memory to haunt, to echo, a naked, that Un-sung song. The wrong side of VENEZIA. A Bequile, a sublime tranquility OUT OF SEASON when U can have the luxury: YOUR Turner-Painting MIRROR REFLECTION? .... Cannelletto/Giacomo, the usual suspects; U can hear after midnight, their LAUGHTER echoing in the Canale-corridors?...Some nights WE ALL want to DIE or fight a DUEL!?...And to BE a part of History, less WE be forgotten... of Europe's ONCE cultural "Treasure-Box" besides those now extinct Seven Wonders of the World; Humanities original SELFIES!....chattin & ramblin as We do and can. Pyramids-imagination-residue!

Is it "Happy Hour" yet!?...

c.2025. Dave Delacoix.

OUR FELLA in Europe/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/Outliving his Critics: "These Foolish Things..."

 Our Man, hungry, in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix, a.k.a. David Michael Oxley, a.k.a. LORD BORGO con Piacenza-Italy...."These Foolish Things..."

...THESE FOOLISH THINGS, a wall clock, a fave red guitar, a semi-priceless oil painting that won't fit into a burial-casket jar? And a FULL - dang! - MINI-bar, Rock N' Roll benzine, a convenient swimmng pool too, now rarely used, a VISIT from the "Usual Suspects", a "recherche du temps perdu" and when U forget to shave, that sagging erection of yesterday, the blessed sinew of your WHOLE, Beethoven, BACH, Poets John Donne, Keats sing out your Soul, a CHORUS anchors your writhing regrets and that INNER song of love HEART-ATTACKS the grief left behind U... These foolish things, ARGU or MIRTH, Hugs & Kisses all a sentiment; life fornicates with death. Neery abandon all Hope, but the outcome IS innevitable... And just as well? My UN-paid international BAR-TABS R Un-collectable!...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix/No worries. Where's the goddamn Whisky? 12.45 pm. 93 degrees. Corozal-Belize!

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "TWILIGHT!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Twilight."

(dedicato. Rosa Arquetta)

....It's TWILIGHT, the evening, the Sun is banking back of jungle-beyond. The Rug-rats (Cats) are-a stirring, a feasting "Happy Hour", fed twice a day. The Tropic BUGS quit their cannibalism, Jungle birdsong back in their Dressing Rooms, no doubt rearranging their feathers/Max Factor lipstick-whoosits for tomorrow's swoon/dawn chorus.

The Swimming Pool STILLS, the breeze on auto-play, the highway-roar-sound-road-kill TRAFFIC conspiringly silent, nobody is calling, a Witching Hour. No Bongo DRUMS thumping on from way down in Corozal Town, no Reggae pulse to ease a tropic night? It's TWILIGHT, maybe your Night when U feel the World's alright. A TWILIGHT, maybe YOUR Night, somehow, sometimes, Mommy-Nature gives us that right.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "FENG SUI-OK!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "FENG SUI -OK!"

NEVER Trust, once again, (a blog-post-repeating) a man who doesn't drink/keep ONE EYE on the Non-Smokers, and I fear, the WORST, never trust a man whose (haircut) never had a MULLET! Absolute JUDAS-whoosits/Biblical! Or a man (Ha!) who brags he inseminated over FIVE Gals/same goes for the Gals, somehow, disquiet, their Legend goes South? Tripple-Condom wearing of course can/should never go out of style nor pre-sexual-intercourse be devoid of the male participant soloing the intro to Pagliacci's whoosits?...A strain I know.

Never trust first impressions yet don't discard, a Poker Ace MIGHT come in handy on Monday, Tuesday or those OTHER whoosits? Hard to say (I always TRY to give good advice) and that broken mirror in your bathroom, like a "mention" of that "Scottish Play"? Go OUTSIDE, turn around x-3 then U can resume/return to your Freng-Sui-OK otherwise your SOUL, eternal - I give GOOD advice! - perchance to roam in a godless land.

c.2025, Mandarin-Dave Delacroix, full-lotus!

Our Man n Europe/Belize, dave Delacroix: "...Everyone is Famous!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix (a nobody): "Everyone is Famous!"

.... EVERYONE IS FAMOUS but Me? Thank U Jesus. It works out for "Mio". I get to go to the market, no one asks for my autograph, don't have to stencil my name on their panties, kiss-EM, engage in rhubarb conversation, promise to give their kid guitar lessons/advice on how to make it in the music biz/Hollywood connects...so like YOU I get screwed at the Farmers market on prices, scumbags push me aside, I get screwed on drinks at Cafes, scorned looks on every side. Society Gals don't give me a 2nd glance, the Concierge at my apartment building thinks I'm gonna skip out on the Rent, Restaurant Maestros think I'm gonna "dine & dash"; my credit limit, being apparently "NON-FAMOUS", a Social Suicide! EVERYONE is FAMOUS...Cos I don't VIDEO my every belch-Publico!,.EVERYONE - with a Cellphone IS FAMOUS! - WotchagonnaDO!?....Yup! Pretty hard these days to be a walking legend. A non-descript Willie Nelson was always my role model. And thank U Jesus! Everyone is FAMOUS, but me!

c.2025. dave -nobody.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last Rental in Hong Kong!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Last rental in Hong Kong!"

Last rental in in old Hong Kong. Last kiss till I die. Last embrace my friends till I FRY in God's oblivion. Last SIGH, like all Lovers that despair, reaching OUT to a vacuum, alone; there's no one there! -A utility of ZILCH that looks down upon U & stares; the last thing your Love reckons within-U, deep inside, inside, that pit, the labyrinth, where YOU meet You....

Last rental in Singapore, New York City or Baltimore; Trucker/Kickers/Cowboy Angels/good saloons - RAFFLES! - in every single hellhole, the foundation of the BLUES? S-always tough to "tinker-bell" cross your "life's-span" making out U did so well, a Sidharta sitting by the river, ZEN & the Art of Motorcycle whoosits surrounded by Ianoclastictic zealots & the offer of a free lunch. But, alas, those pesky souvenirs, a last memory of (save a tear for?) a garden in Hong Kong...

c.2025, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (Lord Borgo!): "TRINITY!"...

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook, a.k.a. Lord Borgo!): "Trinity!"

(dedicato: Marc Pierson)

"TRINITY!"

1....

Can U Giraffe the Giraffe, can U Monkey too, can U Zebra, run with the pack or Wildebeest, why the long face? Can U Elephantine a memory-uncanny or squeal like a Mouse under a Pussy-Cat's purr, do U sting like a Bee or Bat's radar, find your way in the dark, no fear or favor towards eternity?

Can U Giraffe the Giraffe, execute a Rhino's charge, a Lion's ROAR, the Leopard, Tyger's, to steal the night, Vultures EVER to circle your mortality; the Anaconda, apparently slumbering, curling at your feet? The Zoo-Keeper treads on eggshells ever alert of Nature's danger. G. Orwell's "Animal Farm", a postscript!

2....

INSIST on a RULE and I'll break it! Overhear a song? I'll sing it. Invent a new Guitar and I'll find some Cat to play it/call it my Own, for this I was born: Sing a Song of Sixpence!

Whisper a secret, a secret no longer. Share a legend, a myth in the making (to the World-belongs!) and as for rights & wrongs' only thinking makes it so. The Bard's quotations infect your turmoil?

Rustle a blanket, she slumbers, satiate in lovemaking's ever-after, a solvent grace as the magic of your touch exalts your Rancour. Is Nothing sacred, is nothing True; best lie beside her for a joyous awakening then "tea for two"!

3....

Money in my pocket but it won't last long, I've walked this way before. Photo of a Girl in a chain-locket, does she know the score? So many times, you've walked my way? So many words we never say. Tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the day. And walk this way before.

Say U'll be there but never come? I've seen this place before. Barely walk but try to run and run & run & run. "Ich Lieber dich!" -but somehow miss the magic of your embrace? I never wanna walk this way again? Please walk & walk away.

Money in my pocket but it won't last long, I've walked this way before. Photo of a Girl in a chain-locket, does she know the score? So many times, you've walked my way? So many words we never say. Tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the day. And walk this way before.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley/Lord Borgo!...Corozal-Belize.