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

 Our Man n Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Naked Planet."

...There are 4 billion (& counting) STORIES on the Naked Planet...SHE lived, LOVED & died, HE-too, lived, LOVED & died. Yet their story, ne-er to be told, the passion, their hopes & dreams, their first kiss, their needs, perhaps a remembered-singular vacation when Paradise-actualized, then TEARS; who weeps for the Forgotten, station high or low (Was there a child!?), or Time's War & Peace, was there an enforced separation, a  brutal SACRIFICE, a psyche-rendered-rendezvous or a SONG to suffice, or a commemorate-BLUES? And regrets to smolder in a broken heart's furnace, how did they Soldier for as they aged, a darkling eye to sanctify. Forgotten tears for a forlorn heart?

There are 4 billion stories on the Naked Planet. It might be Yours, maybe Mine too? THIS has been one of them.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize.

Our MAN in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: Out of the Grave in which we lay.

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: Out of the Grave in which we lay.

....A PLATE OF Spaghetti Bolognese/CHIANTI-Classico, maybe a BAROLO, or a General Tao soup with Rice Wine, will ACTIVATE!? 

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Timbral sounds on a foggy night; The Romantics, the LECHERS, the VAMPIRES (always 1 or 2) & the Old Virgins/Cougars looking for a free lunch"

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A FLASH in a morning's MIRROR of just who U R, a period of "NEEDY", no crime we have known. Brows-furrow & smiles-smirk?

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Dance in A-MAYO, a dance thru the night, a dance on Lifes "round-a-bout" a signal OF a real-life, a dance of your desperation, a JOY & and our living dissipation?

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

A Plate of Yorkshire-PUF, a plate of Irish-Stew. A Scottish Bagpipes echoes through the Glen; alas: There's a BUTTON in your Solar-Plexus...But we never press it.

(Out of the grave in which we lay.)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN n Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. Davd Michael Oxley...on Facebook): "Quartet Rive-Gauche/RIFIFI!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Quartet Rive-Gauche-RIFIFI!"

1)..."Monsieur, Ces't Moi, le Dermatologist U have consulted; I can confirm your fingerprints/Skin-flakes R ALL over the Credit Lyonnaise' Bank Safe combination lock?  Les "Maigret's HAVE consulted me? CUT ME IN for 10% or I'll shop U to the "Maigret's"?

2)... "Chewing Gum for the Mind."

It's always tough languishing in a sad-Montmartre Hotel. I got to know "FIFI" once but, she gossips, then I got to work for "Maigret"! ( BENT-Cop!) But CIMI there's always ONE of the CREW who'll sell U out, the Bank job, the Kidnapping, who'll spill the beans to save his skin?

3)....Full MOON Still!

Smoking GITANNES drinking Calvados, card playing, POKER, dead man's hand, fortune IS a Woman-alas; desperate, or U who can DREAM of a perfect suicide? Or eternities VAULT to which U can barely, morally intrude?

4).... Reality!

(Grocery list:) Beer/Whisky, Spuds/Celery, Canes for plants, Paint for my box-appmt, CAT FOOD, ATM for - money - Phone....Before they ARREST ME!?

c.2025, dave Delacroix. Tra-La-la.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Candle."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize (place near Mexico): "The Candle."

R. U. WORTH the Candle? That Shakespearean-IDIOT'S tale? (Hamlet. NOBODY'S called Hamlet these days?)  R. U. devout TO your own Soul? Do U. "Kabuki" (Japanese-Theatre) sword fight, do battle with your CONSCIENCE to the left or TO the right, is it courage or folly that drives U. ON -conveyed by a luxury yacht or an ever-circling Caracol in-sight of Treasure Island? R.U. WORTH the Candle...before it expires?

(VACUUM!)

The turmoil, URGENCE bubbles above & below; chaos or harmony, war & peace. A pretty dance we lead as the Candle dissolves.

c.2035. Aug. Corozal-Belize, Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa. (2.11 a.m./gettin low on Whisky!)

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "The Black Mirror."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix, "The Black Mirror."

...MIRROR-MIRROR on the WALL just WHO is the fairest of them All? I ask U in confidence, ZIPPO-LIPS, if U spill the Beans your Wings R clipped!

 Mirror-Mirror on the wall, talk "cold-turkey" or ya GO to an antique junk yard!'

My LADY-BLACK QUEEN I will answer U true, it's true, i have always had my suspicions, relative your "altruism", the stone falling from the Palace Tower, the funny-tasting split-Pea Soup, the weird Minestrone, the Mulligatawny served frigid? 

And the boiling SALAD accented with Garlic/Arsenic?

And the EMPORER with a tummy-ache? He might recover.

MIRROR-MIRROR on the WALL I am, here-in .... the fairest of them All? Standby. I'm on another Call" (A cargo of Cosmetics Arriba!)  "I'll get BACK to U!"

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Swimming-Pool!"

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

WE DIVE into the SWIMMING POOL, a David Hockney-BIGGER-SPLASH!... with all our JOYS & all our REGRETS. We remember past loves, past great "imagio" as the icy-chilly waters skim our bodies, sometimes our Souls? We DIVE to remember, we dive to forget, we dive to wash away our Virtues & Sins. We DIVE as a retribution, a "flagellation-sans whipping", we dive, away from the Black Death, the PLAGUE of which we HAVE - a-feared-possibly - inherited? We DIVE for JOY, that we still R free or R somehow CLEAN from the Past? We DIVE thank God, that WE can still Dive! Outside of Guilty, Innocence, Greed, Demand, into the POOL as Tomorrow commands. SPLISH-SPLASH!? ...Where's "John the Baptist" when U need him!?....(Answer:) On Public Radio in the USA's Southern States/EVANGELISTS RADIO-TV, money-grubbers abound! A Zillion $$$$$s fools Swimming Pool!

"C'mon Sister! Let that $100 bill slip out of your hands? Give it to JESUS!?"Credit Card Number?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a, Davis Michael Oxley on Facebook): "Seven Samauri!"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix,: Seven Samauri!"

...DO YOU REMEMBER ya MOMMAS' SCENT, the swish of her frock, her KITCHEN, the smell, her hustle & bustle, the Chow-Mein, RICE!!!... those beans & Rice, Tabasco, those bacon & eggs-buttered, Toast on the side OR steaming PORIDGE, a Scottish "morr", or a hot Kubaska, fresh bread evermore or hot-dumpling/meat gravy, back from school or toil, your hunger-craving, the SCENT of Onions, Ginger & Garlic?

DO U REMEMBER your 1st heart string, your GLADNESS, a sexual awakening, she FOLLOWED U? Sweet Juanita, Sally, BABUSKA, or that INVISBLE young lady now a Waitress in Shang-Hai? .... HER HEART TOO, now a memory, a MOMMAS' KITCHEN not to be denied of Love, she still recalls your love?

Yet like a future Love, I gota go tomorrow to the BANK's Cash-machine. Cash available? Probably not! And merciless, the SEVEN SAMAURI appear on the horizon to compound our sad-ass Souls! Do I lay in my OWN ashes or find that Young Lady again?...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.