Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ IN THE GALLEYS: Antonio, B.C.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ IN THE GALLEYS-Antonio, B.C.


"As a RULE, they'd pass the bucket so we could take a shit. Urination was of no consequence. The Over-seer who whipped the Lackeys often let 3 at a time UN-chain, to bathe - on a Neck-leash, drop over the Galley's awesome side where washing, masturbating, pissing and defecating could be executed and/or  enjoyed in some spartan sense of privacy. In WAR, ships came and went, many died, Ships were well run, good or bad and the work was driven, always harsh and sometimes cruel. Yet survivors prevailed. A Slave elite. We knew who we were. The dumbest. The Intellects! They seemed - to me? - to prevail, where-as those wretches in-between, flayed?... And all the time we pulled those mammoth Oars.

Some of the Lads sang SONGS, firstly, then descended into a COLD silence? Some: WITS, quickly became UN-witted. And despite the Lash never returned to any semblance of frugal gaiety or intelligence; could not ROW, hated by the Over-seer and line-Oarsmen alike and were tossed overboard to the ever shadowing sharks? -And all the time, those mammoth Oars we pulled.

Aristotle was - for a while -  an Oars-man friend of mine, shared my Oar/shared my jokes (the Over-seer, too) whilst all the time I thought of a girl I once knew before - for theft - I was committed to these Galleys? She was from Lydia. She was fair? And now, I believe, married and with two bold sons; a story I should NEVER have shared with my Oar-mate, Aristotle. It broke his heart and his
spirit broke, confounded, and his Soul now lies buried in the Deep; whilst all the time we pulled those mammoth oars.

As a RULE they'd pass the bucket so we could defecate, fart and shit. Urination was of no consequence. The Over-seer, who took a liking to my sense of humor which inspired my fellow Oarsmen to conform and excel in their subservience, acknowledged my physical disintegration after so many years at the Oar? And on the arrival of fresh blood, muscle and flesh, enabled, aging me, Antonio, to be abandoned off the shores of Magna Grecia, now Sicily, where-in a cave by a silver sea, I live and scribe these token words..."



c 2016/davedelacroix/April/Modica-Sud, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Brigante!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Brigante!"


(dedicato: Lara -Cafe Contea-Modica-Sud)


(picture the scene:) FIERCE sword fight on a Pirates ship! Two unsavory pirate-dudes fight to the death! Finally, ONE receives a sword thrust to the chest and falls flat, dying, on the ships deck. His victorious opponent leans over his expiring Nemesis: The Victor's name is Lionel the Third. The vanquished? Ralph.

Lionel the Third: "Sorry I killed U Dude!..."

Ralph: "No sweat, dude.... Look; I don't have much time left. Let's talk - like in the Movies? - about our Feelings...?"



c 2016/davedelacroix/Marina di Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Do Robots still fuck Electric Goats?"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Do Robots still fuck Electric Goats?"

(Conversational piece/please supply your own spaces and  speech commas:)



DAVE! We gott'a couple of Wild Ones out there!
Electric Sheep?
SIX of the fricks, from outta' town!
Body count?
HARRY'S BAR,
CBGB's
Spagoes
CAFE de la PAIX!
Northern hemisphere?
Yup. Odd. Retire the bastards, ASAP!
Even the Bartenders?
Mission-collateral!
But I've TIPPED those
son-o-bitches a lot of money!!?
Take it on the Dick!
What if I refuse?
Dave? Then U NEMO!
Officially?
Do your Job!
I'm tempted...
U have NO choice...and
don't fuck any Electric Goats!
Have U?
Not yet.
Do Robots STILL dream of fucking
Electric sheep?
GOATS!



c 2016/davedelacroix/NEXUS 6...:)

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Scarboro Fair."

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix esq./ "Scarboro' Fair."


Are U goin'...to Scarborough Fair? SCORBY MILLS, Robin Hood's Bay? Remember me, remember Me; some snotty nosed kid UN-aware of the world?

Are U goin' to Brighton Beach, UP-river Hudson, the Eire Canal, where we would Honey-Dip, swim and didn't give a care, till Mama CUSSED us till dawn?

Are U goin' till EL DORADO where we live in riches and Gold? But not for  the joy of Scarborough Fair and all the things we once thought so fine?

Are U goin' to Scarborough Fair? Tell me! Are U goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme? Remember ME to one who lives there? DON'T FORGET!  DON'T FORGET! We had a "Thing!"; She once was a true love of mine...



c 2016/davedelacroix/Syracusa-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Colonel Clay Cabe."

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/dave delacroix/ "Colonel Cabe Clay!"


(Canzone-Song:)

 "ONCE for Honor
TWO for Show; Go, baby, let's GO-Cats-GO!
The Colonel: U got nuthin'!?.. DA MAN!
And if U wanna know...which WAY...the wind blows?
DA MANN.

So Arkansas - ZIPPO - Tennessee, ALABAMA,
don't ya talkin' to ME, Mississippi? Colonel Clay Cabe?
He-da-Man! And ONCE for your Pappy,
ONCE for your MAMMY: And THEN knowing
some: DEEP FRIED!

Once for Honor, two for the Show? GO-BABY
Let's GO-Cats! -GO!
Colonel Clay Cabe -do what he can: HUZZAH!!!


c 2016-davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hello, Little Suzy! (Wake Up!)"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hello, little Suzy! (Wake UP!)"


Allori! Well! Arriverderci Rossi-Pepperoni-Picante! Arriverderci! Arriverderci! My left LEG  (It fell off) and my LAST TOOTH is waving the white flag of Surrender, which reminds me of a night with MISS FI-FI (from Paris/two years ago); the last time I didn't have to consult Internet Porn before I encountered the BIG BALLS SYNDROME which - assisted by PILLS (Organic) , LADIES! -has long since passed my on by! OH! OH! Mamma-mia! Arriverederci-Rossi-Picante! LIBERTA!
...I will be at the Cafe della Posta next Saturday night!!! Arriverderci! Arriverderci! Benvenuto amore! " Hello, little SUZI! (Wake Up!)..."


c 2016/davedelacroix/Io imparo Italiano. Asperto ragazzo!...:)

Our Man In Europe/dave delacroix/ "Travelin' Man."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Travelin' Man."


(dedicato: Jason Ecklund)


FREEZE your thought, then let it burn under a flame? Absolutely, no pain? Imagination has no right or wrong; no dread, no fear of pain.

SINK below waves. Then fuck your partner! A sterile Man. And bubble in your You!

WHERE do you go, road upon road, lane, crescent, by-way? Live or die. A premonition of repetition?

DON'T tell me your secrets. Secrets are ALL; less Empires fall. As after, and so: Guitar in hand, like Me,  just a travelin' man.



c 2016/davedelacroix/Marina di Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Password!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Password!"


"Do you KNOW the Password?"
"Password?"
"If U DON'T know the PASSWORD U can't come in!?"
"I think I know it!"
"Try!"
"DAVE!"
"No."
"DICKHEAD?"
"Nice try."
"DOH!"
"Do U know the Password; if not, U don't get the Caviar!"
"FISH!?"
"Try RED HERRING?"
"Is that a fish?"
"Let's move on..."
"Do U know the Password?"
"I think I don't CARE....."


c 2016/davedelacroix/Palermo-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "MAMBO, MOMMA, MAMBO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mambo, Momma, Mambo!"


...When Mamma loves Mambo, U better Love Mambo too? When your Mamma loves Mambo you'd better git on DOWN or it's a waste of a Saturday Night!? When Baby loves to  MAMBO you'd better LOVE Mambo too (Or she'll boil like an EGG!)? When your Momma loves Mambo - U CAN'T MAMBO!!!??? - then Momma gonna SWITCH from You to ME! Mamma likes to Mambo. Momma LOVES to Mambo; and Mambo is OK, JESS FINE with Me...on a Saturday night!


c 2016/davedelacroix/feelin' lucky...:)

OUR MAN in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Arriverderci Shanty Town!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Arriverderci Shanty Town!"


Apparently...suffering, chronically, from the Great American Disease ( Country & Western Songwriting/Incontinence) along with the Great British Disease (Poor DENTAL) and combining - USA disease, incontinence  and the FRENCH disease (superb arrogance) "Allors! C'mon le raison d'etre?" plus SPANISH: I'm pretty good on guitar? The Italians: Dave - confounding me? . You TALK too much! YO!. But ONLY about ME! -In-continentally, especially, after several Cocktails?...
MODICANO Barkeeps complain, "Dave! U pissed all over the toilet floor!" And without suggesting they RE-FINANCE their poor excuse of a late night BAR facilities and  install a REAL toilet facility, a good ol' USA toilet bowl/ GIRLS seperate from BOYS because  I have NO intention of RETIRING from my drinking life? Adding; "U want my big bucks? Better ZIPPO Ragazzi and buy my Belle du Jour some Roses? And DO NOT forget Civilised Toilets!... as we travel on.

...So arriverderci New York City. Los Angeles! Arriverderci, another "Road Stop". Arriverderci you Alcohol Merchants. Arriverderci: Another Shanty Town.



c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/ Maina di Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Whisky Galore & the ISIS Kid."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroixI "Whisky Galore & the ISIS Kid."


"...The IMAN made sense; but why? My friend Amahl said it made SENSE but my Mamma, her eyes glazed, and my Sister, Fedwa, said: "Whisky Galore!"; some Infedel song, like the great Persian Poet, Hafiz: "Don't play with a Tiger's cubs?..."


c 2016/davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "PULL the foreskin back!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pull the Foreskin Back!"


(dedicato: Ulrike Meinhoff)


BAVARIAN CASTLE - Augsburg, darkest Germany?  - Stuck in the Sexual Cellar/the RATS-KELLAR; 5 Euros, every BEER!" And - don't ask? - I can't get IN and can't get OUT? - Money running out? Some Landsdorf (local idiot) locked the Cellar door. Die Fraulein picked up her skirts and said: "Mein lieber DAVE, I will frick U for ever more, but as GOTT (God) is my witness, I don't know how to open the door?"
This is where the PROBLEM starts:

"OK. One Syllable!
"Ja "Lull."
Lull. Ja! Like Mull?
Pay attention!
.........20 minutes go by....
PUSHKIN!
Russian writer?
NO!
Queen of Spades!?
Frickin' - absolutely NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Dave? Don't get excited..
Pull da foreskin BACK!!
Dave!? Do U have a Foreskin?
JA! Last time I looked?
OK. The LOCK thing!
JA!!!
Pull the DINGSTA...
HA!
Pull it back!
ONE SYLLABLE!
(Ahem!) Pilsner?...
That's TWO!!!?
MAMMA-MIA! What do I care!?



c 2016/davedelacroix/Kreusberg-BERLIN.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Just: Go! Go! Go!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Just Go! Go! Go!""


(dedicacato: Kids without Voice, with names like Rebecca, Lawrence and July?)


She don't like Salami, He don't like Gin. Your Kid don't think about all you did; so just GO!... And GO, and go, go, go go GOOGLE MAN!
The Boy don't want it. The Girl will kick your Ass!

She don't like Spaghetti, late at midnight? She don't like those  morning's with BLT's; and HE don't like DAT PO'Boy -FR IRED CHICKEN!? This side of your ambition?
The Boy don't want it; the Girl will  kick your Ass! Papa, JUST GO? Just Go, go, go, go....



c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroixx/ "WHO do U Call?"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Who do U Call?"


...Who do you call? Who, to whom, some son-of-a-bitch do U WAIL? Do U say, "I'm Pregnant!?", "I had an ABORTION: I'm still bleeding? -Who do U call, love-less, the Knave, the Spade, the Jack of Hearts...nowhere to be found? WHO do U call? U fiddled the financial books! The money's GONE! Like a SIN, U can't put it back again!? Who do U call, pitch-past-grief? Monday bloody Wednesday with Sunday... too far away? Who do U call? Who do U call? The phone don't work! Dog don't TALK!  (WHA!?) How come? Only a kiss. The Holy Crappola!  A kiss of ICE. Who - god dammit! -  do U call?


Tele. Message: "Right now? JESUS is on holiday. But don't worry. He'll be back, Sunday afternoon...for "Services". Shouldn't U know that? U are a Baptist?..."

WHO - Jesus! - do U call?




c 2016/davedelacroix/only the lonely...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroiox/ "Has anyone seen my PILLS!?" (East of Eden)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Has anyone seen my Pills? (East of Eden)


Has anyone seen my PILLS? Stimulants! Chemicals! To keep my mind off the pressure of  deciding either to fuck Naomi or June?... Has anyone seen my Pills?... Has anyone SEEN my pills? 33 folks killed, 300 wounded, Brussels airport-terrorist attack and  - minutely reported -  retaliatory Stealth Bomber strikes in SYRIA: Body Count: 350: man, woman and child?  Christians? Muslims? Get any CHINESE!?  (Confucius!) Which came first? The Chicken or the Egg!? SWAT me? I SWAT U-Fucker!...Yet Bullies - like Hitler/Stalin/that IDIOT in North Korea: Toleration ZERO. RED CHINA!!! It's YOUR neighborhood: "Get a grip!"... But tell me?  Has anyone seen my pills: now BOYS versus BOYS and Daughters  who put their Lives on the line to absolve a Political solution?... There's ALWAYS a Priest/Rabbi/IMAN/JU-JU Man?  (Just HOW do U get that Scholarship???) Some PRICK with GOD'S Cell Number  edging the kids ON!!!...
So YO!...Has anyone seen my Pills...East of Eden...? After the Body Count? The hullabaloo; where sadly, those Bodies, actually don't  count? Has anyone seen my pills?...



c 2016/dave delacroix...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Dark side of the Moon."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Dark Side of the Moon."


(....Lots'a folks spent their Youth/Life jammin' Demon Rock & Roll; famous, Cult Icons, or not... JEFF DAHL, who committed suicide, left us with these lines. Incidentally? He sang them boisterously, an entertainer, and always, in concert,  generated FUN!)


"Dark Side of the Moon."


"Where did I lose my Wallet?
Where did I lose my Girl?
Where did I lose my World?
Where did I lose my Song?

Where did I lose my Rock & Roll?
Where did I lose my Love?
Where did I lose my Life?
And where did I lose my Song?

Where did I lose my You?
Where did I lose my Blues?
Where did I lose You too;
On the dark side of the Moon."



c 2016/davedelacroix/Jeff Dahl/ In Remembrance.

Our Man Dave in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DOO-DAT!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DOO-DAT!"


Doo-dat: Cheri! Doo-dat.
Don't hesitate! DOO-DAT!
If ya Momma says NO?
Doo-Dat!
Momma? I gotta GO!
Doo-dat!
If Poppa Says  I Know?
Pappy: Give me some money!
Doo-dat!
If Poppa sez; I'm Broke?
U rest your case.

U yak to your friends!?
DOO-DAT!
U talk to your BOY-friend?
Doo-dat-too!
And HE aint got no money
to DOO-DAT?
Might as well BLOW
with the Wind?

DOO-DAT, Angel.
Only YOU'S waiting?
Big City lights
Or some waitress
in a small Louisiana Cafe?
You got there, FREE;
but you Doo-dat!!!

SINGING:

"Nobody gonna take it away
.....from Me."



c 2016/davedelacroix/presently working in a small cafe...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SINGAPORE SUE!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Singapore Sue!"


SHOOT ME if I'm IRISH but I've always had a problem with JO-HANS-Berg Suzi, Adelaide Phil, Singapore Sue and DAT Gal from Chile-Santiago: Non of DEM returned my phone calls? EVENTUALLY - inter-net - they ALL asked the same question: "WOT BIZ U IN!?"
Repetitively, I replied, "Wine!" And their SECOND question: "Are U a Vendor or a Grower? And I always replied, "How's the Indigenous Population doing?...


c 2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Catania-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "South by South-West!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "South by South-West!"



C'ome stae, Caro? C'ome va? Sweet Thang!?

C'mon ca va? Ca va bien, Mademoiselle -Sweet thang?

Abientot! A "Peroni" a ROMA, con tu?...


1) Cornflakes

2) More Milk

3) Tomatoes

4) More Beer

6) Frickin' Tea Bags!



Alles klar, mein Lieber? Sweet thang!
 Ich lieber dich!

YO, Summer's Day! A pitcher of Beer! Some Smokes!
-down in Austin, Texas:

South by Southwest, Sweet thang!?




c 2016/davedelacroix/Palermo-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "This side of the River."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "This side of the River."


...As anyone seen mah Gal?"
 sez da Refugee?
 As anyone seen  mah Child?"
 As anyone seen mah KIN,
my kid, my future
...this side of the river?

 As ANY ONE:
 Which way? Blood?
YAK AWAY!
As anyone travelled
my road?
As anyone seen mah Gal,
this side of Country Roads?

As anyone seen mah Gal;
a child, a letter,
some history, sinew,
or a Nothing, un-decided
where some folks don't go?

 As anyone seen mah KIN,
 the Kid, my future?
 As anyone seen mah Gal,
 the Child, and that letter?

 Peace on Earth
 never  got to see
or shape the U
 that U, (da Kid)  perhaps,
 is supposed to be?

And  who believes? Who can tell?

 "As anyone seen my Gal?"
sez da Refugee...a REFUGEE..(?).
this side of the river.


c. 2016/davedelacroix/some place...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TUNA'S COAT!"

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Tuna's Coat."

(dedicato:  Paulo Bossalini Esq. Marquesi Trebbio)


Tuna's coat. A whim. Give it to Dave!? - to survive the cold. Tuna's Coat, over-all, like despair, wishes. Dave will not freeze? Dave will do fine. This Winter, and this Winter will not kill Michael, Paulo, Sergei, and  Mister Dave.
TUNA'S coat. Tuna's Coffee Cup. No thoughts. No-one thinks: It stays with U and ME (?) in despair, CONTRITE, some-place, in the air? And with words, possibly between? Tuna's Coat? Tuna gave it to me.

c 2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Marina di Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "White Light! White Heat!"

our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "White Light! White Heat!"

(dedicato: Antonio/Hotel Relais-Modica)


White light, white heat!...There's a cyclone advancing from North Africa, s'posed to be heading our way (Sicily)? and such is a calm before the storm, giving any intelligent folks time to prepare to Bow to the storm and bend with the wind; whilst thoughts "harry" or cling to glimpses of all our yesterdays? -Someones getting divorced?  Big with child? Some kids just married (an antiquated institution) and some, passing on, being born or just plain frickin' tired out of drinking Whisky?
Calliope! Take down your frickin' Saxophone! Leave the rest to the "Doin'", the dyin', the new-born, the bloody Whisky...in the white light that dazzles...and the white heat that burns.


c 2016/March, I think?/davedelacroix/Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix7 " NO Secret!"

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "No Secret..."


It AINT no secret: Blood? -After Pregnancy:  FIRST BLOOD is Hell? MEN don't know. No light, no day, just - maybe? - the pain of not knowing? A meek celebration...of an After-math? Cigars, Cognacs All round? She bleeds/cramps...till it's over. And a Baby?
It's NO SECRET (Wasn't s'posed to be?) the World revolves in this Twist and Shout.


c 2015/davedelacroix/Catania-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Soldier..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Soldier..."


(dedicato: ALL the folks in Service...trying to promote World Peace.)


ROOKS (Crows?) are "CAW-ing" like it's a WOOKIE (Star Wars) Spring and I'm ah chewing on TARTARE (Raw beef) to in-fuse my blood?

GODS always give the lowest jobs to the Soldiers, never the Drones, like WE who dangle above an "Oubliette" twix Life and Death?

Soldiers DIE but the survivors get to sing: "It's a Long way to Tipperary", like WOOKIES, in tune?
It's frickin' amazing ...and the GODS have no cure; no resolution:

"WE created these Bastards and now we are stuck with them!" "Give' em a Prize?" suggested one God (A Greek)?

"Can't do THAT!" responded the American G-Major. fluttering his Angelic wings. "Then DA Muther can then join OUR Club!!!"

"Maybe RAW meat?" -suggests another. "Pistachio! Give em Coca-Cola!?

"Give' em PEACE!" -resounds ZEUS.

"Then WE are out of a JOB!!!" -Hera, his wife...


ROOKS (Crows) are CAW-ing like it's a WOOKIE (Star Wars?) Spring... and I'm ah chewing on TARTARE (Raw meat) to infuse my blood, re-load my gun, and like the Boys and Girls to my left and right... look, furtively,  to the sky...



c 2016/march/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/modica-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Johnny COOL."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Johnny Cool!"


Johnny Cool got his Black Ass (as opposed to a White one) outta' Nigeria. HOW he got North, to Europe; ya don't wanna know? Ended up in Sicily. Black kid in a Latin Culture. And presently playing VALET, a Refugee with an Esoteric Need -at a Modica-Sicily, Super-market carrying shopping bags for little old Lady-Sicilians, wondering just WHEN the adventure of Life (age 23) will begin? And no Romance? No Life! My close friend Antonio donates money/pocket change and friendship? And I donate an Italian Tourist language book: After-all; Don't give a man a fish, give him a Rod and Line?

Johnny Cool got his Black Ass out of Nigeria, 2 sisters and brothers left behind and  Mom and Pop killed in some Tribal War.  "GO NORTH, young Man!" -an Emigrants tale: One step from Paradise, THREE steps to "THE YOU!" - 23 years old! As I  hear this Song, in heaven: ANGELS, in thy dwelling place! "THE YOU!" Or? -by the Grace of GOD, not ME....?



c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Modica-Sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "WHERE the Bombs fall..."

Our Man in Europe/ "Where the Bombs fall..."


"Mommy, Daddy know what's best? A cold river. I gotta' help my little brother get across the river; I gotta' get my little brother...across the river." BRRRRR!!! It's cold. But this I must do."

"My Mommy, my Daddy. They know what is best. We must cross the river. There is a Camp ground on the other side. There will be HOT water. Maybe I will see Fayed, my old school friend?..."



c 2016/dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Dave Delius & Country & Western."

Our Man in Europe/ DAVE DELIUS & Country & Western.


Dave Delius...and Country & Western



"On hearing the FIRST Cuckoo masturbating, frantically,...in the Spring."


"HARK!"
"Wass-at!?"
"A Cuckoo!"
"A GOOSE!"
"Goose!?"
"Frickin' Goose!"
"In the trees?"
"In the trees."

"A GOOSE!?"
"Goose."
"Shouldn't we have seen him IN
the TREES!?"
"Economy size."
"THAT means BIG!"
"Big tree!"
"Big TIR-EE!?"
"Big DICK!"
"Big Cuckoo?"
"Where?"
"Beats Me..."

"O.K. So pass me a sandwich...."



c 2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/our man in europe/Ragusa-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Ceilo di Fuoco/12 o clock high!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Ceilo di Fuoco/ TWELVE O CLOCK HIGH!

dedicato/Carlotta


...Cielo di fuoco
And when U knew.
Cielo di fuoco.
The damage done.
Cielo di fuoco.
A fire trail in the sky.
Cielo di fuoco.
We will meet again.
And 12 o clock high...
Again.


c 2016/delacroix/nut problem/tooth/ache/dick falling off etc...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ The Ordinary World.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ The Ordinary World.


*dedicato, Claudio

The Ordinary World.


In the ordinary World LUNA walks alone after Waiting tables, 7 till 3 a.m., only the echo of her heels as company on a rain soaked, empty Main street/Corso.
She passes under a lit apartment where ROBERTO and FABRIZIO make Big Plans / with little Capital / for opening a Pizza House!
Across the Street, DARIO/ hitting the books/ plans for a career in Politics. His Mama says, He will be President, someday, if they don't hang him first!
GRAZIANO, just out of town,  quietly sorts through farm produce on the family holding. He sips on Vino and thinks constantly of Bella Lucretia. Saturday. At the dance... Downtown.
GUI LIANA, lives next door to LUNA,  in front of her modest Vanity case, decides on her hairstyle for Friday night. Her little sister, FRANCESCA, imitates, whilst
MADRE and PADRE. In peaceful sleep.

*Singing / An I wont cry for Yesterday, in the ordinary World, somehow I will survive. An I don't cry for yesterday, in the ordinary World.....and YOU do/will/maybe/can...

In the ordinary World LUNA walks home alone, on a rain/soaked empty Corso after waiting tables, 7 till 3...



c 2016/dave delacroix/saturday nit/pozzallo/sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ @SMOKIN-!!!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ SMOKIN!!!


*Quick Post/thingy...


SMOKIN!!!


...I stole an Ashtray
from a Restaurant. THEY
got lots. Now, I have One.

I stole a Heart
from a Lady,
and now...
I have none.

I gave my Love
to a sweet Gal.
It meant nothing to me.

Next time I saw her>
She says>
Dave, I love U, You,
yes YOU!
You set me free!!!

I Tried NOT to Try.
Didn't do me no good.
Broken hearts
and Ashtrays
is all I got

....and Smokin memories...



c 2016/davedelacroix/Pozzallo/Sicily/Laptop dont do punctuation/what do I care...

Our man in Europe&dave delacroix/ The Emerald Sea

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ The Emerald Sea

*dedicato> Alessandra


The Emerald sea, here in Southern Sicily. A WORLD of acquaintance...jealousey. The GREEN EYE! And of ME> checking out my new Pals, my bank account, my Moves, my Gal, my Karma, sucking, in cold frost,  on their platitudes of Success whilst I SKIP, Beach long! Blow-in/Free! /like the emerald sea, wind/blown, down here in Pozzalo/Sicily.  ...A great ship cruises, on the horizon, going- some place...like me. And WILD...like the emerald sea. *THIS FRICKIN computer laptop dont WORK! /sorry folks! No PUNCT!!!!....like the Emerald sea... Say WHA!_ /no question.


c 2016/lord borgo/davedelacroix 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Two lonesome Tables.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Two lonesome tables.


TWO lonesome tables almost angled, side by side, Cafe a- Cafe, Bianco Vino/Bianco....TWO lonesome tables, a Waiter, hovers, traffic SLOWS... Will He, Will She... In the shade..of an Orange tree...  the moment arrives, the Waiter  arrives...the MOMENT has come! The Waiter takes their order,  traffic speeds UP...as words are spoken.... TWO lonesome tables, almost at an angle, side by side, Cafe a- Cafe on a lonesome afternoon...become one.


c2016/davedelacroix/pozzalo/Sicily/couldt put in the question marks. My computer no good or I got Hacked. Expect only the best of U Reader!...

OUR Man in Europe/ Dave Delacroix/ "Gridlock in Modica! - Sicily"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gridlock in Modica -Sicily!"



"FU-FU" the old Mare (horse?) was definitely not having her best day. Normally, Uncle Marcello took her to downtown (Vialle Medagle d'oro/valley of the Golden Medal) Farmer's Market but on this particular leaden veiled, sirocco  Saturday morning , as Uncle Marcello's "Ulcer" was acting up, he gave the market produce delivery job to Idiot( his Nephew) Nipote, Leonardo-Maximus. And Leonardo, dispassionate Leo, drove ol' FU-FU like Mario Andretti on "Uppers", out of the farm, down the god damn highway and down into old town Modica Bas-Central, a UNESCO recognized "vecchio" old Sicilian town? -Which as any fool knows who KNOWS their CHOCOLATE... is the Garden of Eden and for horse and cart traffic, thus did Modica evolve.
And so along comes FU-FU with cart/heavy trailer-buggy in-tow stuffed with red/green pepperoni, WHOLE tomatoes, lemons and limes,... Alas, business/tourist traffic? Not a hope! CHOK-A-BLOC!  And FU-FU, thoroughly exhausted amidst the modern transportation exhaust fumes finally put her FOOT (Hoof?) down...and created legendary TRAFFIC-GRIDLOCK, attracting Carrabineri & Equestrian Para-medic DOC FRANCESCO, late sanctified, of which to this day is celebrated in Poems, Rhyme and Song.
Being a MARE (Old gal horse...and with a lifetime of going to the toilet?) she KNEW she had a direct line of Urinal fire to cart-driver, Leonardo Maximus, seated directly a'rear and despite the long, sweltering Sirocco time, let FIRE with a powerful STREAM, totally deflating Leo's ego as his shocked/amused girlfriend Giuliani cruised by on the back of rival/arch-enemy/Dario Maximus's sleek, executive Vespa!
And so FU-FU chuckled over it that whole market Saturday, LEO, totally Pissed!!! -till returning to the farm where Uncle Marcello spoilt Fu/Fu - as usual - with a Nose-bag of Carrots-Maximus!...:)


c 2016/davedelacroix/our man in europe...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Phoenix!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Phoenix."


...Maybe I'll see U in Phoenix, see ya in New York? U WILL be brilliant; Me? the boy  that kid who  used to be? -On a good Wednesday on this Side of U, and qualified? PARADISE has NO chance in this Fandango: Love's glance, and yet  more?

Maybe I'll see U down in New Orleans, in Jesus, Gretna-Parish? All the kids with Orange hair (Cajuns!) are with me: A wedding, souls joining? Of Man, Woman, and Gods who don't despair (Gods DEFINITELY despair!) till mother Earth shakes off its troubled guests? A coil TO shuffle off, and a BARD, a love, and a Tomorrow?

YO Love! YO my GAL!
Maybe I'll see ya in Phoenix!?...


c 2016/davedelacroix/Portopalo-Sicily.

OUR man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The ME."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The ME."

(Dedicato: Veterans of WAR...)

I feel NOTHING less I talk about ME. Action? Adventures? -NOT without Me. And I won't pick up Suzi-Lou if she don't agree? How can U be Free, Suzie-Lou, without Me? Don't whisper, don't gossip, less it's about Me. Ya wanna be FREE, no problem! Let's talk about Me! ME: the Virus. The Dog of War.  Personal: Lost at Sea! -The kid with the devoid/blank stare/came out of a War: The ME! -who now couldn't care LESS about your todays War and Peace?...  Too smart? -Maybe not. Or U?. Me? But STILL, lonesome, frrigid nights Attack!... Night's Attack!  All is a star in the window; The CRUX of someone else's eucharist. Thus,  I feel NOTHING...in turmoil, less I talk about ME.


c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/"Andante!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Andante."


When the next PESTE (plague) arrives? Meet it with Courage...and Humility, like a NERO d'avola Vino; no bouquet, full bodied, drank, singing songs to when the empty bottle, cork, consigned to the disdain of future generations... and their concept of responsible ecology...litters the beach?

When the next PESTE/plague infects, with - as, perhaps, now? - pustules in your Mind...and that no Doctor can UN-wind? Will U string that Mandolin, make good cheer, paint on canvas, knock Marble into Self-Idolatry, (Give a Monkey?).

, -Or Dick-breath with whom U live, with whom U will die? Once ideal, now Hell to be endured? Or carve, like past Loves, your forgotten names, Love-sentiments ...on the bark of an ancient tree; where your few survivors  erect your Memorial: "They died?" - some traveller said? -  And the wreck was total!"



c 2016/davedelacroix./ Modica.Sicily/Absolutely NOT in DESPAIR. I am in LOVE with SARA BRUSCO, Channel 24-METEO - Weather forecast Gal.... In desperation...I wait for her to return my calls!!!...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Generations".

Our Man in Europe/DUDE!/Dave Delacroix: "Generations..."


(dedicato: JOHN of LEEDS, Yorkshire)


(1)

...No KISS, no EDEN this Saturday night? Friday? -Just a Highway , an Adventure to da Blues? No sleep for the Wine-o who sleeps, cold, HOT, cold ..on THIS side of Paradise? And NO sleep til' BROOKLYN, NYC, on this friendless night; a SITU, where Angels fear to tread?...

(2)

 And NO  kiss till Eden, (Insistant? NO-way!?) but  ECSTACY? That kiss; And the fatal deception... of life and Youth, quite naked?

(3)

I lost my Daughter's Whisky flask which - a Gift? - she presented with resigned humor? It wasn't expensive, it wasn't IN-expensive. I lost it to "Another" who took her heart- forever, away.


(4)

I lost my Sweetest heart to Another; TIME -Her Time! As I belong to ANOTHER : Yet  "sweetness", hung and dry? And having passed through my OWN sweet Carnival, I look upon in ENVY - in her time, in HER Time,  from a generation, generations, afar...?

(5)

NO kiss. No EDEN.  This Saturday night? A Viaggio!...Is it any wonder? Is it any wonder?...





c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Baronet. Distant relative of John Hawkesworthe: Condotierri and NEMESIS of Authority, Papist, and Fast-food Vendors!...:)