OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "A Mandarin Song."

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A Mandarin Song." 

(dedicato: my fellow Internation Travellers!)

"A Mandarin's Song."

...The ancient Chinese MANDARIN SAY, no sense in dying when U can do that tomorrow, the Village Idiot, in the stocks, getting pelted by community critics with veggie-whoosits might wish for a swift reprieve, a Soldier, Russki-Ukraine conflict, wishing for a text from home as a tourist on a Sicilian hot beach, praying for a Summer's rain? A Songster in some Vienna basement, dried-up of inspiration, 1.000 painter-artists wannabees hugging Paris-boulevards? That Cucina Gal U never paid attention to? She sings, unknown, but unknowing- knows our spark, unknowing when she sings?

HERODOTUS, "father" of History has many tales to tell? -About the City of Atlantis, LEGEND, a cool Gig in which to dwell. Apparently U too could fit in swell, no racism, no hunger, no devils=sin, no suspicion, no concept of Hell, all U did was swim/eat love and who's to SAY, Pythagoras in his grande-AMPHORE (big wine jar/small house), the inventor of Mathematics AND the (Echo-thingy?) the P,A.? (Arena music amplification....) Puts Mick Jagger to shame/legacy/large mouth, ALMOST (historically) as longevity/Kieth Richards? But who is to say THE MADARIN, probably "Confucius" (well named) never heard that Cucina Gal, unknowing as she sings? The spark that makes this World ring.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Your OWN personal SUICIDE NOTE."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Your own personal Suicide Note."

(dedicato: Carol Marie Aniello)

....Your OWN-personal Suicide Note, a "Dog-bat!" U never wanted to be found, that epistle to your sweet life, carnivals/regattas, some GIG far away from the RNR (Rock N Roll?)  scrutiny of a groundhog life? Tarrantino? Faster-Pussy-Cat-Burn-Movies?

Your OWN Will & Testament, a ghoulish-farewell kiss; almost "Little Sheba/a price above Rubies" (Who writes this stuff?) .... ABE? Joshus, certainty not DAVID -too busy! - maybe MO? Apparently, HE knew his stuff? DEE-NILE, pre-Freudian, let's get outta here?

But I REMEMBER U. We met at a N.Y.C. cocktail party, MANHATTANS -all-round. U didn't give me the time of day but the impression TO this day ROLLS like some kind of Love & echoes in my aging skull? Old New York. I GOT that song on Utube, would-U-Know?

My OWN personal SUICIDE NOTE? U will get a footnote, an encounter with a phantom, never close but who, like a Baudelaire or Rimbaud poem enriched my Soul. A closing chapter, a relapse, a non-kamikaze will/cannot understand and "bestie" for their survivor souls. HAPPY DAYS PEOPLE!!! 

c.2025

OUR MAN in Hamlet/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Hamlet!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a: David Michael Oxley on Facebook, recent FILM STAR in "THE LOSER -on Utube): "HAMLET!"

(Soliloquy-thingy?)

"Hamlet."

. "..Don't worry! It's ALL Hell! -Leastways our conceit, that after-math of Love's first kiss, or that first FIST that attacks your JAW. Don't worry! As for that FIRST SCREAM (might not be yours?) U hear, tearing the fabric of your "Prince of Dannish-Bacon-feng-sui" -FEAR does that? A POEM to wrench your sinew, a Charlie-Horse CRAMPS, your physic-nightmare when CONSCIENCE needs repose, yet a Jester, before a King or Queen...Do U laugh or CRY writhing in PAIN in your bed? -Universally or do U become your own Zodiac Star?  Maybe a MYSTIC? Conscience, it has been suggested, there R worse places in Hell...in a poem, the role U, dancing, your fleeting hour upon the Stage. ENCORE! Take a bow. The longest Play or song, sometime soon awaits U now."

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our MON in EUROPE/BELIZE, young Dave Delacroix Esq. (a.k.a on Facebook: David Michael Oxley): Belizian Time in 3 Acts.BElBELIZEAN-TIME in 3 Acts!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BELIZEAN-TIME in 3 Acts."

(Dedicato: Renee Jr's Song.)

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A tropic breeze from heaven, the Tiki=bar, surrounding palms creaking, sneaking, tweaking, swaying like an old Carribean Spanish Galleon, UN-manned, the bar-keep Crew never showed up on time, devotees of Belizean-Time?

The GAL U love with itchy Gringo feet opts to go "walkabout" not to SIT in an empty Tiki bar? The Tiki bar keeps creaking, tweaking & swaying as U await the Crew for the WANT of a day's first Whisky?

A tropic breeze FROM maybe heaven, to glad-hand U in the sojourn of your Vices...on BELIZEAN Time, on BZ Time, a rhyme to hum, that Whisky jive? Perhaps a tomorrow's GAL to UN-tangle your wicked style? Or a new song for a Whisky hound to wag his tail? Each ANY way Belize on time!

2)

Last year in Marienbad, last year in Corozal, last year hearts PUMPED like engines of Life? Last year in Marienbad, last year in Berlin, last year in ST. Petersburg where life's hunger began? . LOVE I have found in a Blitzkrieg cellar, the toilet of a NAZI Death Camp? A Dickensian alley fouled with starvation yet still soils in the shadow of our 2025 splendid Avenues? A GAZA, a LEBANON no peace till ALL hate is gone?

3)

CAT FOOD. CHARCOAL (for BBQ), "OFF" (Bug-spray). B-BAMBU Ciggie-papers. PASTA SAUCE (Classico). EGGS!....Smart as we R, we always forget Something?

c.dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A DUET for ONE!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "A Duet for One!"

1)...Nocturne.

...The SPHINX-like Rug-rats (2 Cats) standing sentinel by my passed-out corpse in the "swim-pool" under a moonless, tropic dark canopy, the Devils above singing eerie praises for All mortals below? And in the Order of all things, a singing ECHOES batting from the wings of noiseless birds who HARK (sing) a nocturne, a-bent, an exposure, the World's inner hide? An absent moon, regrets to fret, that darkling hour, that chilling-zone to CAP your soul, but never phone; I sing of Love, mostly fear, I sing that song year after year, that silent SPHINX, like my domestic "rug-rats", Tiger Cats who sentinel my gear.

2)...Jacob's ladder.

DEATH un-calling, NO-reservations, a "pastiche" upon your wall, a serpent kiss we all sometimes HISS, or that AXE still yet to fall? Inner horrors? And all the King's horses and all the King's men? -No repair! Death un-calling to shatter MIRRORS, grief in-splinter! -glass shards to puncture your soul; Kids confusion! Wives, Women WAILING, "officiates", Priests, Rabbis, Vicars & Popes...climbing their ladder to God? God-damned traffic GRIDLOCK!!!... Death un-calling, a resting gig awaiting. A sepulcher, a wooden cross, or wails from those U loved. 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave Delacroix (handsome devil): "Occupational SEASONS in Hell."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (sex symbol): "Occupational SEASONS in Hell, parts 1 & 2."

Part 1:

...There's nothing wrong with DYING, best U do it in solitude. There's nothing wrong, a flutter, playing a small BET, a punch-to-shove, the BEST Life gives U to DO? There's nothing WRONG-WRONG-WRONG...with singing/rejoice those church bells a-ringing; some distant day they will ring out for U?

A CHORUS in the Heavens, the Angeles wreck your fears? A Cornish shipwreck on a rocky shore? WotchagonnaDO when the Smuggler-cutthroats come to reap their score?

There's NOTHING in U dying, there's NUTS with your crying, needless-best U do it anyway, away, away, with dignity...in solitude. Pub Night "Quiz-Nites", did U embroil?...

Part 2:

...I miss SERGEI, Roger Armstrong, I miss Apache outta Bergheim? Lads? (R.I.P.) Where have U gone? I miss yesterdays, those god-damned fleeting days, SUN, GLORY, now gone? WAXING-LYRICAL, a Poet's pen, that song within your earlobe comes round again, an echo of Souls departed to haunt the rest of our days.

So, rage the RAGE in our human infancy! Or dance the DANCE! -Wild Strawberries?

Bloody Sergie, bloody Roger and ALL the Lads now come & gone yet, oddly I say little and DO NOT MISS a host of "Bellas" who shadowed like ghosts to inhabit "intimacies" beyond Love's unique stare!

c.2025. dave delacroix. (chillin by ze swim-thingy), Corozal-belize.

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

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

Come away! -and be my Love. Come away! And be my Sun? Come away! -awaiting my sunrise; we'll be setting suns together, away, away will U stay? Come away! We will herald our dawn in careless garments, no fear, nor shame. Come away, leave the past to itself for lyric-poets to sing?

Have U greeted Soloman's wisdom? Or David's wound in a Goliath heart? Have U walked in peace in God's own Eden? Come away I say. No hesitation

Come away! And be my Love. Come away! And be my Sun! Come away -tomorrow begins; we walk hand in hand, our duty-bound on that path to Love.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.