Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "In love and War."

Our Man in Europe/dsave delacroix/ "In Love and War."


(dedicato: Michaela:)


When Michaela, (brief vacation in Sicily) Mickey, DOCTOR Misha, went back away to Slovakia,  I immediately closed my house - con Debussy-wailing? - divested myself of en-rich ed-"Thorsten Veblins" accoutrements, told the maid to get a haircut, and,  for the last two days and nights, ventured (o sole mio) -am living in the forest, quite in the Nude, sans paparazzi, quite welcome,  with only a bottle of MARGOT, Scotch Whisky, for company?
Love, sometimes, works like this?

When Michaelia split Modica, after vacationing a week on some student  buddies couch, doctor to doctor, the Psycho-therapy must' bin BANAL, in Love and /or war; this, I know. I'm a Writer/Scritore-dude.: "Don't circle ME Man: I got ya Nuts in the Sicssors!!!" -something like Intellectual hospitality and reseprocity? That Couch, I could tell? As old has Frued, Frinko, Froid, or Sigmond, duplex, mis-conceived?

When Michaelia went, got her traps rigged and got her booty back home (Someplace in Slovaklia) - She's a DOCTOR - I guess she must'a wondered? "Some holiday!"...I SLAVED MY BELLA-SWEET ass to be a Doc! Half these fricks ain't worth saving, and the SAVIN'? I'D shoot the bastards down, after 6 SIX Vodkas without blinking an eye!!!"

When Michaelia got home? She parked her bunnies in a HOT BATH, said "Good nite Sweet Jesus,", perhaps giving ME a passing thought, relaxed, then arranged her dynamic for the tomorrow, working, doing her duty and saving lives - in love and war -  at her Gig, her job, at  the County Hospital.



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO...

Our Man in Europe/davre delacroix/ "California Breeze."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "California Breeze"...



ONce I knew a sweet Gal. (Medium Height) She looked COLORADO, sweet and heaven. After a great date/ no sex at this point - I gave her my Heart and after  an extensive diagnosis of my "inner feelings", plus  classic SHURE (1950's) microphone, saying, when I see U next, please give it back to me? It's a Love token?  (OK so far)?...And I used to be in Show-biz?
AH-ALACK! -The follow up date, a tad intoxicated, on windy Main Strweet, Denver USA;  her phone number on a scrap/ piece of paper...just flew away... Gone with the whassit!
...No good YAKKING with your Lawyers. I just buzzed on down to Pozzako, Sicily. And: YES! -I'm wearing the IDIOT Capella...on a freakey sunny Sunday: Kiss me I'm Irish: Like a California breeze!...And, my missin' Love? How do U find your way home, Sweet Girl?...Lookin' for some bella-donna, or lonesome dude,  medium height?


c2016/davedelacroix/far away in Sicily.

Our Man in Europèe/dave delacroix/ "O Carole"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ ""O Carole!"


O Carole? I am lost in U? O Carole? Rimmini, Fellini in U? O Carole will U tell me when to go?...to Milan  and be a good guy? O Carole do U whisper in the sun; Sam Bevin's, Denver-Jazz-Orchestra now en- joined, your "Lady Carole" song of songs? Lady Carole? Will I swoon/sway in your moonlight; Miss Carole, and, till the end of night?
Miss Carole? -Will we dance the Moon? WITH the Moon?
And when it ends?
Will it come too soon? Emotional Rip-tide?
O Carole, twist and twirl: a double helix, left, unfortunately -  to mortals to UN-ravel?
Still, we dance all night!



c2016/davedelacroix/eatin meat on da street. Modica, Sicily.

our man, dude, in eurrope, dave delacroix, "Atomic Heart."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Atomic Heart."


...DANG GO determination, THIS SIDE OF? Dang goes Love, kicked, spiked me in the Eyes? DANG goes my INSIDES-kick, don't throw me back into U where I would, better U, UN-womb? DANG goes UN-wombed: Atomic Heart, and all the volition: THIS SIDE OF?
DANG goes CHRISTMAS, your XMAS, dang goes Winter and Spring, that huddles, that curdles;
bubbles, re-doubles, inside your invective?...


c2016, dave, wondrin' just, how deez wicthes goon do, Modica, Sicilia.?

Oure Man in Europe/dave delacroix ""Sittin' on da dock of the Bay."

Our Man in Europe/dave delascroix/ "Sittin' on da Dock of da Bay."


(dedicato: "135 Arlington St. Ottawa. Canada)



Down on the dock of da (HUDSON)  Bay, unloading "Hudson Bay": food, furniture, things dat U need, CARGO for folks, a White Boy, cry in, crying, no job for an Albino-Canadian, just out o'school, and no-bodies fool? Winter commin' on, and  no GAL in sight ..at the "Sauci-Noodle", smoke a Doobie, guitar needs  a' tuning? Snow Shoes? Give em' to da new kid, Dave, from England, just got into town!?... Idiots put U in some High School Year book. Apparently, U EXIST.? And the new guy, Dave?
Sittin' on da dock of the bay? A new guy, English  Dave? And U? None or both! Just watching the time...slip away?



c2016/davedelacroix/London, UK.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Naked Planet/ ""Bella Amica."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Naked Planet/ "Bella Amica."


(Dedicato: Blind Bill.)


...Bella amica; thought I'd call, catch a'  tween belief, love and death,  DA BIG BETWEEN twix lovin', dy'in, this side of Hell or a Paradisio of which the Poets sing?

Bella Amico, I herald LOUD, with love? Love; dat Fashion Bitch who walks into my bedroom and creates havoc? Tits of Glory? Mio? Diplomatic Immunity?

Bella-Ragazza, who kills me with CAFFE della  MATTINA power? Do I VOLTE-TEMPO or just say: CRISTO COLUMBO? And any  which way the wind blows? Avante-Fortuna!? And any which way, I smile?
In my Bones?...
Nope. I live free. Being Me.




c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO: The DANCE COMMANDER!...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DIZ way to da USA!"

Our ;Man in Europre/davedelacroix/ "DIZ way to to da USA!" (Immigration Canzone)....Written in 1914. ELLIS ISLAND, New York. (We all got T.B. Jabbs.)



"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck my Dick?"
Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, my SOUL
Suck my Johnny Love Muscle?
In Roma?
In Parigia?
In Londan town?
Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumy love?
Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu WHO U ARE?
Kiss me my Love? Kiss me my love?
Angel Dove: my Angel Dove whilst
I   sodomize U... in your expensive Palazzo of Eternity,..?


Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, My Dick!
Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumy Soul?
Suck mak Johnny Love Muscle; Make it whole?
KISS MAH TITS: Ya piece of SPIT: Kiss rhe sidewalk
in your mind; Again, and again, and again and again?

SO! So suck my Dick! Sing a Canzone! Suck my Dick? Make it feel Lonely? Suck Your Dicks? Your Sons and your Sons and Your Lonely; Alone, just suck ya Dick!... Alone, alone; I'll kill U in Manhattan? Whoa! The DELI is open!?...



c.2016/davedelacroix/ROMA, Italia

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Naked Planet."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Naked Planet."


...When Johnny Rock star got kicked - Valet Service - out of DECO SUPER-MERCARTO, staffed by brothers and sisters, cool, we know? I hadn't heard the news? Too busy worrying about Donald Trump? -PLUS I fell - with Speed - the night before,  in love with a Slovakian Gal (Her name was Ralph? Debbie?) , a Doctor, who I will never meet again; but, alas, nor my good pal Johnny Rock star?

When Johnny Rock star got AXED, kicked  off  his, apparently, "intrusive" Valet super-market perch in Modica, Sicily; Johnny Rock Star: a "Stranieri", Nigerian, ARUBA PRINCE that he was? Apparently  he  shepherded some woman's bambino with shopping bags, whence Mama cried: "INTRUSION!" And Culturally, mostly true? The laying ON of hands is an AFRICAN innocent expression of love and protection? But this Mama? " He's a God damn Nigger!" But what is a penniless Aruba Prince to do, 'cept - towards the kid - an act of compassion, trying - and  with no hope of legitimate work - to earn a compassionate ducat or 2 and assist U carry your  grocery bags to your FIAT?

Antonio, my Sicilian BRO...and MIO, essentially both outsiders (Stranieri) swallowed this racist-pill in non-entity silence, after the fact, wondrin' just how, now, Johnny Rock star, a Nigeria Aruba Prince, would do? And in his  Sicilian vocational banishment, at least, to send him some Ducats and wish him well?

.....The Naked Planet is filled with 5 Billion stories: YA JUST GOT ONE!



c2016/davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ ""Some Kind of No-where."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Some kind of No-where."


(dedicato UTTA -Munchen-Gladbach)


Some kind of No-where, left or right? Inferno, Heaven, no grasp in sight? Upside, down and inside out? Far from the grip of the World? -Do we kiss?

Some kind of No-where, U wore a hat, I buckled on a sword, we didn't know squat? U flew in Taffeta, and "Whirling Dervish", danced and twirled: Some kind of No-where. Some kind of No-where...that took my steps into Love's infinity?

Some kind of No-where, left or right? Inferno, heaven, no grasp in sight? Upside down and inside-out, far from the grasp of the World:

Do we kiss?



c2016/davedelacroix/Messina-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "PAZZO in MODICA!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pazzo in Modica.!!



...Is it any wonder I am a virgin of Sicily? Is it any wonder, BAIT and SWITCH, A Siciliano smile? Is it any wonder - when I'ìm dying? - my Siciliano Brother, Leornado comes to save my Life? Is it any wonder Geena sweeps my Typhus-pissed bedroom, or wonder, Guiseppi . keeps my head above water? Leonardo holds my hand in the Hospital and  where I'm dying?...
Is it ANY WONDER this side of the U.S.A.? Is it any wonder, Sista Siriane, brother Geeno came to stay? Put on a Surgical mask!  (Mein Gott!!) Is it any wonder; the Love U have got, this side of Paradise and the kisses U can share? Is it any wonder my love ones, far away, will savour and Salute Dave's Oblioque? (The Forgetting.) And just what matters?



c2016/davedeklacroix/LORD BORGO/Castello Martino(/pozzzalklo, Sicily...:Buy me a Vino!...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Shakespeare Unplugged."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Shakespeare Unplugged."


(dedicato: Carole Aniello)


JULIET: "Romeo! Frickin' Romeo! Where for ART thou?... Hang on. I got a new E-mail!"
ROMEO: "Juliet! I despair (thinks: She's got a Text an' I gott'a Twitter!")
JULIET. (on phone:) "And U can can tell those PRICKS at William Morris Talent Agency?...They couldnt excite my LABIA even if they had help from Suzie-Quatro!!!... Suzie Q? She's from DETROIT CITY, bitch, and she's fricking.... Dead? D.E.A.D.... Oh! Labia? Frickin' LABIA!? It's spelt like the name SMITH - with an "S", overly abused, you moron!" -clicks off phone, throws it to Romeo; "Here! U handle it!... Now, where were we?"
ROMEO: (looking confused/helpless) "U were texting, I mean, SAYING, Where for art thou, Romeo. Mio!" (Juiliet's phone vibrates:) U gott'a nurder call?" (throws phone back to balcony.)
JULIET: "Jesus Christie!Verona is as wacked out as BURBANK sans smog! Hello Fucker! Make Words!"
ROMEO (ever-patient/a Gold Digger/bides his time, thinking about waxing his new Surf-board) : and Juiliet, like Joy's grape, enraptured with divinity, etc. he serenely utters: "U wanna go out on a date?"
JUILIET: (bitch on the balcony having now concluded her buisness call) "Maybe ah will? An maybe ah won't?...Who do U know?"
ROMEO; "Jeeze Louise, Juliet, I got 35 friends on Facebook. Buggers call me night and day! THAT ought'a mean sumptink?"
JULIET: "Anyone I DON'T know, U pascht!?"
ROMEO: "DONALD TRUMP?"...
JULIET: "O Romeo, my Romeo! Where fore art thou, Dude?"
(Music, and fade.)




c2016/davedelacroix/"the Night is long that never finds the day" -Macbeth.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Last Train to Yuma."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Last Train to Yuma."


(dedicato: Bella Connie, Cafe REWIND, Modica-Sicily)


I BLEW UP my Cell-phone. Must'a bin when I dropped it in the Beef-Bougy-thingy con Vino Rossi (supplied by DECO super-mercato/size of an Amish kiosk), comes in a box, one litre, and pretty good Mouthwash, picture of succulent grapes on da box?.... But, ALAS, my Life is "tutte-fricked"; No phone, No Life! Guilia can't call me; I can't call Guilia, which MAY - and in hindsight - was/became downright righteous...a good thing? And those American Kids flying into Catania-Sicily, 100K from my toilet - expecting me to hapharzardly greet? - will just have to swallow their "lumps" and get the airport AERO-BUS to find me sacked out with Miss Fi-Fi (my neighbor), totally lamenting my tardiness?... WHOA! Whoa! That JOB/work-thingy/s'posed to show up, Monday?... Alas; how could I arrive without NOT knowing Work/starting time? 9 a.m.? Eleven, maybe? HIGH NOON? The last train to Yuma? And, maybe, after-all, it was a Night-shift? -STUFF, incidentally, ya need to know? But WITHOUT a Cell phone? And what about EXPENSES!? -Who's gonna pay for this NON-exist ant call? Donald - frickin' - Trump!?

"Momma? I killed mah Cell-phone! Think I'll stay in BED!"
"OK, Honey-Child."

YO! U betcha! It's God damn Late! But always SURE to arrive?... (Kiss me I'm IRISH) ...That last train to Yuma.




c2016/davedelacroix/wanna be Michael J Cannel? Wanna BE? -Then just DO it...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix// "We tripped the light fandango..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "We tripped the light fandango..."

(dedicato: Carole Striker)


We tripped the light fandango; I mopped the floor? Some Idiot did cart-wheels; tables toppled? And a bunch of 2nd-hand Virgins cried out for more? (Who'd a guessed!?) I was feelin' kind'a sea-sick, but da Gal, slinky, wearing next year's Boa-wrap (da loneliest Gal in town) would later masturbate in her tourist hotel room, thinking: "The Sun also rises," and "what might have been?"
Mr Disco? He got ejected to Sunset Boulevard and the "House" band - always ambivalent - had packed up their gear before they even started their FIRST - of three - sets , neatly timed, before the Karaoke-Madonnas could whisper/Sultry: "Thank U very much; I'm Stevie Nicks..."
HEY! No good deed goes unpunished, ask anyone?
Meantime, Lucy? Lucy, up to her voluptuous thighs - I liberated! - in kitchen trash, dirty dishes, now that the dance floor: deserted?...
Lucy and Me - sans music! - Lucy and Me: We tripped the Light Fandango! And the non-existent Crowd?... They CRIED OUT (fill in this blank)....:.................:)



c2016/dave - Lord Borgo - delacroix, Ragussa, Sicily...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Prometheus Unbound."

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Prometheus Unbound."

(dedicato: Prince Stephan Grujic)


...I live in fear, less I offend the love that I have found? I live in fear, less my Angst kills a Heart that knows NO bounds...in giving?
"O sole Mio", Prometheus unbound, yet the vultures still peck at my Soul?
All my Yesterdays now rest in peace: Today? A thing that circles, hovers, trying - like me - to understand the awesome, dark canopy of tomorrow.
...I live in fear! And WOE to the Vanquished! -less I offend the love I have found...


c2016/davedelacroix/now barred from at least 6 Bars in Modica...No great loss...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delascroix/ ""...When U Died."

Our Man in Europe/ "When U Died."


...When U died I missed your TITS and I missed your Wine, sexual, diverse, we dribbled twix Lips and Cleavage "patois", la Mouche, words, no-one that but lovers can understand, molto-punctuation? Stuff like that.

When U died? Vibrato, young flesh, tremble, Un-cancelled, writhing in Ecstasy, en-joined in God's given Peace, singing, Dave? -I hate your GUTS, writhing, spitting fantasy, just to get yourself OFF? ...like a Pump? -DNA, unconsciously, intellectually?

When I DIED in Life, in Xestacy, your EYES, wide open, you exclaimed: "I COME!", when U died, eyes wide shut; who was I to configure Sunrise?

When U Died; ceremony-thingy, we put U in some European PIT. Your Lifespan;: 48 years. Dresses U wore. Friends U made? No-One shared your demise; That last kiss of eternity.

A lonesome Blues Brother?  MIO? Only the Lonely. I have no wishes... Messages?... When U died, I missed your TITS... and I miss your Wine. Fools Gold. Some serenity?  And, maybe in THAT... U show me... from your focus to mine....to the next Whisky bar?



c 2016/davedelacroix/Catania-Sicily

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Helene of Troy."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroiox/ "Helene of Troy."


...DA KIDS are bella-donnas, suggesting I walked too many miles and any which way - U ZAK! - a'bought the DAVE, and his spurious Time? Should'a STAYED, remained, gone with a HOLOXCAUST, died with the FEW, and your MOMMA, Your Pappa: Helene of Troy?

WHO will sacrifice her Children? The Price of  War^? -To reclaim, Helene, in the DEBACLE of blood and gore? -That BITCH - to frick her in the ASS -with a thousand ships?...

Hone your Cutlass. Shine your Sword. Polish your Breast-plate; Illusions one and all.


c2016/dave the Delacroix...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Red Fox."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Red Fox."

(dedicato:

ROSSINI (Composer), Rossini?, Rewinds? Operatic on Elastic? -some folks say? Or, when do we laugh?...VIBRATO? Or like me, I blast it out of the kitchen window, assuming my neighbors have a Classical education? But will it A-ffect the stumble on their lawn?
SWITCH to JOE GREEN (Guiseppi Verde)? How will this effect/a-ffect your relationship with FIANCEE - Gold Digger - "Sweet Jane" who arrives from some domestic HELL and wants to get her claws on a piece of your Daddie's Pie?
But VIVALDI saves the Day. Someone U can count on. The "Red Fox", who breathes life into ALL the Rosini-rewinds or Joe Green-Guadalupe!, leaving STARK NAKED the swirling Sharks under duress...at your feet.....:)


c2016/davedelacroix/whitsuntideaintnoboogieforboogiebrides/modica-sicily

(no god damn spell check!!!)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TUXEDO JUNCTION:"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TUXEDO JUNCTION."



...2 robed MONKS arrive in a FIAT. Pedophiles? Probably not. Children of God? Hard to say. Just out "shop-lifting" from the Super-market, looking Angelic and care-free.

One LONE, clean shaven Dude, 6 foot tall, ten gallon hat wearing a Tuxedo, ran out of Motel Whisky, just OUT, care-less, "shop-lifting" at the Super-Duper-Market, wishing every "Check.Out" Girl: "Ciao.Bella!"

GAETANO (Gypsy) kids, no muss-no fuss, rampage like a swarm of BEES, up and down the aisles, longing for things that they cannot afford, clicking tongues, DELIGHTED!...and paying hard cash for their Popsicles!

JACKIE BROWN (Fadwa, from Morocco) arrives. We sit outside, Caffe della Poste next to the Super-Duper Mercarto! Some pesky FAN shows up and does the "Paparazzi".  And, unconsciously, if my memory serves me well?...I smiled.


c2016/davedelacroix

Our Mam in Europe/dalacroix/ "Some young Mom..."

Our Man in Europe/Delacroix/"Some Young Mom."


"...Oh yeah, Baby;" she sez, "did U get the tickets? The Amtrak, no? The Greyhound bus? I gotta carry "Buster and sweet Louise from Denver, Colorado down to Tennessee? Hope the "folks" will be glad to see me; some young Mom who put her last dime on Number 1...?

Oh, yeah, baby? My "period". after Buster and Sweet-Louise were born? U don't wanna KNOW the meaning of Heartbreak? Country Music!? Let em wail platitudes!!! -Me and the KIDS are commin' home. And the kids are ALL excited, husband. Mom too? To be be with the sweet boy, our No. 1...!"


c2016/davedelacroix

Our Dude in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WHAAH-DOOO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WHAAH-DOOO!"


Wha-Doo? Is it Midnight? Wha-doo, some pygamas? Wha-doo? Got some breakfast? Wha-doo? An Horizon? Wha-doo? New York City? Wha-doo?  Los Angweles? Wha-doo? London town and all tjhat comes around? Wha-doo? Your Lover? Wha-doo? Your Brother? Wha-doo? Your Sister? Wha-doo? ya PAdre? wHA-DOO? aND ALL THE KIDS THAt surround? Wha-doo? Is it Midnight? Wha Doo? - got some breakfast, got some BREAKFAST!!! Whaa DO...!?


c2016/davedelacroix, esq.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Aiuto Notte!/Help me make it thru..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Aiuto Notte!/Help me make it thru..."


...Brush the dandruff off your shoulders,
park some DEO in your crotch?
That second face-lift isn't working?
Help me make it thru da Night.

Don't despair, there's no erection?
And those fishnets do not help?
Erotica has gone and left me?
Help me make it thru da Night!

And don't despise Our Tomorrow?
I got the patience of Jobe: It's a job!
Who cares for 2 freaks in a twilight
with all the crazy dreams we got?

This Motel it starts to wither
but tonight we're with the Gods;
sucking my last tooth will get U nowhere:
We'll help eachother thru the might;

we'll help eachother thru the night...



c2016/davedelacroix/our man in europe.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...WHENCE I dweampt..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Whence I dweampt..."


WHENCE I dweampt of Zyou. I dweampt of Lilacs, Violets, those sweed thingies that boys give Gals?
When I DWEAMPT of U (Zyou) I immediately got Nude and ran into the Forest. U did not arrive so I passed the time picking poisonous Mushrooms which I would later eat and then get more Nudie!
Dweampt, Dweaming, filled will dweams of You, Nudie and dweaming, and feeling free, high on Life and the Swhooms?
Whence I dweampt of U (Zyou)...your Love arrived.


c 2016/davedelacroix: Let's go fly a Kite!...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WOE to the Vanquished!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WOE to the Vanquished!"



...Woe to the Vanquished,! Woe to the Vanquished, intelligent peers of History, Under-dogs, Heroes-unspoken and the Cannon-fodder's blood, meaningless: Agamemnon to Churchill and beyond...in memoriam?

Shame on the GODS of Men BY Men who kiss Eternity at OTHERS expense: U Kings, Presidents, Emperors and bloodied Queens, UN-questioned in comfort, deaf to mortal screams?

And petty Clerks who exacerbate the hellish-Human condition, the woods inside the trees of pathos-logic and gain succour from war torn survivors songs: the Hippocratic Oath! Do no FRICKIN' wrong IN indictment, surveying the Mortuary of your sin?

Woe to the Vanquished, this side of Paradise, East of frickin' Eden; does it matter? As U motley crumble into eternity leaving GOD to vacuum up your entrails?

Woe to the Vanquished! Woe to the Vanquished!



c2016/davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lonesome Mo."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lonesome Mo."


Lonesome Missouri Piano, wrong side of Springfield on a Northbound, sad highway to K.C. (Kansas City)?
She sez: "Got da washing in...and da kids are fine?"
HE sez: "No woman, no cry, no Babee? Detroit, Chicago, a job in the TUBE; that's why I'm making love to U!"
"HMMMM! -Sing your song."

A song for Lonesome Mo...


c2016/davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ " "...All about Saturday Night..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "All about Saturday Night..."


(Dedicato: Dayton Emerson)



ZIG-ZAG, I wuz taking a BATH, all 'bout Saturday Night!?
ZIG-whatsit, I was LUBING DA TUBE
and "Little Rich Nancy" said:
"Dave, U-Momma!?"
So we switch to da left
then I switch to the right
an da GODS in Heaven
said it's ALRIGHT;
cause I woz
ZIG-ZAG, making a splash!
-talkin' bout'a
Saturday night!

And HOW was I to know
there was a Party goin' on?

ZIG-ZAG, I was taking a BATH, all about Saturday night!?
ZIG-WHOODOO, I was lubing mah tube
when little Rich Francis said?
U wear da clown mask
I whip da whip!
Later, leather; Zip, zip, zip!?

ZIG-ZAG, I was taking a BATH,
but HOW was I to know there
was a PARTY going on?

Cause we were
SLIPPIN' and a' SLIDIN',
moving and a' groovin'
kiss'in and a' smoochin'?
(Sumptin like dat?)

Then, ZIG-ZAP, da FLASHBACK;
All 'bout dat Saturday Night!

And all about some Saturday Night...?



c2016/davedelacroix/Pozzallo, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The FIANCE:"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Fiance." (A Greek TragedyComedy)



GREEK CHORUS: "Hear our tale! Hear our tale! -U Mortals who come Beyond! Hear our Tale and Understand the ways of the GODS!"

Helene, who YAKS (talks) way too much for one person, is getting married. Unfortunately, she's decided to tie the KNOT with some "dubious dude", Markus, though "well-off", not from our village but from the next one over?

GREEK CHORUS: "We don't like him! We think he stinks!"

Anyhow, he finally shows up to meet Helene's family bringing Roses for MA and some Hashish for PA!

GREEK CHORUS: "We REALLY don't like him! And he's NOT from our Village!"

These visits recur with rapidity which is welcome to PA but for MA, the non-diversity gift of flowers is getting old. Also, Markus - the Fiance - can never get a word-in-edge ways as Helene - God bless her - YAKS at everyone thru these entire visits like an AGORA town crier be-wailing Shock News followed on with tittle-tattle?

GREEK CHORUS: "We don't like him! Never did! Can't get a WORD out of the Son-of-a-bitch!"

ALAS; On Markus's final woo-ing visit, he treads on a garden rake that's pole re-acts and WHACKS him in the head! He goes down like a sacks of un-ripe Olives and - apparently? - becomes instantly catatonic: In a bloody COMA, and until the Gods know when?

GREEK CHORUS: "We STILL don't like him! He's NOT from our Village. Maybe it's just as well?"

Anyhow...Helene is insistent, citing Destiny, The GODS, the Passion of Love and several items she garnered from the Agora-town crier's gibberish! So Markus, silent, DUMB, eyes glazed, occasionally garbling incoherency's, is wheeled into the Temple of Marital Bliss and the ceremony is sufficiently concluded to convince the Priest that ALL is "MAZURKA" and the Groom is "Compos-mentis!""

GREEK CHORUS: "He LOOKS funny, no? And we STILL don't like him!"

The wedding night consists of the following: Helene and PA undress the poor sap, place him on the Marital bed, PA searching Markus's Toga-thingies pockets for more Hashish but to no avail. Then Helene kicks PA out, locks and bolts the door whilst outside the window the entire Village is gathered, discreetly listening - INTENTLY! - for... sounds of climatic love-making?

GREEK CHORUS: "We're still not KEEN on this fella! And we can't hear DICK because Helene keeps YAKKING!!"

Cut to the Quick...of this microcosm of a three Act Play? -Helene - with some NIFTY manipulation MOUNTS comatose-Markus, rides him like a Thessaloniki BURRO (Donkey), achieves predictable results and a baby arrives 9 months later.

GREEK CHORUS: "We've changed our minds! We think we like him! Silence is Golden, like Jason & the Golden Fleece! He's obviously SENT by the GODS!"

To this Tale, there is NO punchline. Helene YAKS constantly to the Cat (Markus) she's married; HE (Markus), quite  dumb, lives forever in catatonic silence, and their only child (NEMO) grows up Bi-Polar and runs off to Athens as soon as he can!

GREEK CHORUS: "We LOVE him! A match made in Heaven. What a Guy!? ...One of US!..... (Lots of coughing!) ...So hear our tale! Hear our tale, U mortals of Beyond? Hear our tale! And  try to Understand the ways of the GODS....."





c2016/davedelacroix/ "Anacreon in heaven? We drink to Thee!"...Modica-Sicily....:)

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Some Sunday, too far away."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Some Sunday, too far away."


Some Sunday
we'll fall in love?
Some Sunday,
World Peace?
Some Sunday;
a simple answer
to Life's great mystery,
a Sabbath
and  answered prayers?

And what do U pray for
sweet Gal?
New shoes?
A new You,
an illusive wish
in fantasy,
some Sunday, too far away?...


c2016/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...The KIDS by the Tower."

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "The Kids by the Tower..."


The kids by the Tower, under the bridge, on some corner of a beach, in some forgotten Piazza or failed construction landfill, a forest now mowed down in the name of Progress, the kids, latch-door kids, out too late under a flickering Neon or streetlamp; a twilight syndrome, a GIG where the Orchestra forgot to show: The kids, now disappeared?

The kids under the Tower, kissing the MAW of Tomorrow, skate-boarding their limited Yesterdays in the PLACE where they played, LOVED to play, where they grew, where they fell in love, where they Mated, then disappeared, GULPED, now usurped into the mainstream of adult oblivion?

The kids by the Tower, UNDER the Tower now sit at separate tables, minding their P's and Q's! Communication is a Cell Phone. No phone? No Life. Successful Strangers! ... So FAR have the kids who played in forgotten Piazza's have come...Unguided by the Adult Tower, and in anticipation of the NEXT generation.


c 2016/davedelacroix/hotel Miramare/pozzallo/Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Alpha-Pazzo-Man!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Alpha-Pazzo-Man!"


(dedicato: Clay Cabe)


I had a SMART-Car,
I gave it away!
An Executive VESPA
it went the same way
to the Bella-donna, looking for
the Alpha-Pazzo-Man!
Nothing don't mean Nothing
to ME, but EVERYTHING
to the Alpha GAL; she's just
lookin' for that Alpha-Pazzo-
Man!

I once had a VILLA
an I gave it away,
a PINK GIRAFFE,
a 40 foot Yacht,
both went the same way;
now there's a traffic jam;
them GALS at Logger-Jam!
Cause the traffic light's RED!
-turn to GREEN?
The SMART-Car!
The VESPA!
The VILLA!, all waiting
on that PINK GIRAFFE
to VAI! VAI! VAI!
in search of dat 40 foot
Yacht, to - one day? -
sail away; to the NEXT
Alpha-Pazzo-Man!

So HIT me once!
Kiss me twice!
O sweet Ladies
it's ALL SO NICE
to be the
Alpha-Pazzo-Man!
Whilst the Little GALS
don't know
how sweet it IS
to be the
Alpha-Pazzo-Man!...

And good luck
with the payments
on ALL of the above!...:)



c2016/davedelacroix/Marimare Hotel-Pozzallo-Sicily...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ELVIS has left the Building."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ELVIS has left the Building."


(dedicato: Pete Nalty)


Elvis has left the building...Still a lot of screaming going on!! The band is packing up, getting ready for the Greyhound (bus) , 200 miles cross Colorado to Kansas City, KANSAS, and no love in sight?

"Maybe I should'a sang  more GOSPEL, put it alright with JESUS?", the man says, on that Saturday night, on the lost side of Midnight -coming UP on the Radio Hour, Sunday, bloody Sunday?

ELVIS has left the building, filling kids with FREEDOM, hopes and dreams? And whilst it seems like some  East of Eden no-one can know what dreams prevail, or inspired, gone, dead, or born,  in the Tour Bus, along the dark, dank highway (Interstate 70)  and the new Blue Suede Shoes of tomorrow?

ELVIS has left the building in a cauldron in which no one man can endure? Midnight! A Guitar! Success? Or some KID,  (1950's!) just South of Paradise...


c2016/davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da Real Stuff!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da REAL Stuff!"


(dedicato: William Forsythe/ELVIS has left the Building!)


...She don't like Whisky,
 Bourbon or Gin?
She don't like Schnapps
or dat Vodka kiss?

She likes the REAL stuff!
She likes the REAL Stuff!
She likes the Real STUFF;
And the Real Stuff is ME:

OLD Las Vegas, Monte Carlo Town?
Biarritz or London town?
(It's no good!)
She likes the REAL stuff!
The really real stuff!
She likes the REAL stuff!
And da Real Stuff is ME!

She got NO future
 unless it's with Me;
the only Boy with which
SHE FEELS FREE;
She likes the Real Stuff!
YO! Da Real Stuff!
DA REAL STUFF???
-and da real stuff is ME....:)



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

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sibling Rivalry."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sibling Rivalry."


(dedicato: Fabio & Giada-Piacenza-Italia.)


Is it any WONDER-understood, that we hate Change? And, any wonder-is it Understood, along with Fate, with resentful smile,  that courts the wiles of Thought conceived in yesterday's womb?
Is it Understood, and any wonder U & I will always harmonize on roads that lead to ROMA, or Loch Ness, Scotland, with twilight in mind and morning dew; "NESSIE", the monster, popping reptile...from the depths, saying: "Buy me a Bloody Whisky!?" -like a Jacobite's Gaelic song: full of Rebellion and Passion,  as we disperse to diverge, yet attempt to MURDER our diversity and hoist the unique Clan-Tartan of our Soul?... And, lastly, is it any wonder, and  can it be ever understood: David Bowie singing: "Oh U Pretty Things! Don't U know....you're driving your Mommas & Poppas INSANE!???...:)
Answer, sadly: Probably "Yes." Whilst U tap one foot to the tune.



c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO. -Sicily. Count da Count...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DO YOU still Love me..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Do U still love me?..."

Do you still love me, heart and soul, forget the DANG that U once called Whole, but kiss your heartache?

Do you still love me, sink or swim, and selfish Love, a crush, a whim, that tells me who U are?

Do U still LOVE; War & Peace, in the immaculate conception, inseminated sperm, and that orgasm-everlasting?

Do U still love the love?



c2016/davedelacroix.....

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The day that never came..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The day that never came..."


(dedicato,  with love: Giorgia Braico)


On the DAY that never came
U were perfectly happy, carefree.
 I saw it in your spring, your step?

On the DAY that never came
U trampled your Blues;
they suffocated
under your joyful gaiety!

On the day that never came
U full kissed a LEPER on the lips
and welcomed a stranger (Stranieri)
at your door
and prepared food ...for the multitudes?

On the DAY that never came
you succoured your friends Blues away, yet, still?
With a determined smile, U silently prayed:
"Hear US, O Lord, in heaven
thy dwelling place?"

-on the DAY that never arrived.



c2016/davedelacroix/Thank God the IDES OF MARCH have marched on by! Time to pop a Cork!....:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rock & Roll Refugee..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rock & Roll Refugee..."



In the Monastery of Thought, conviction, True faith, and Songwriting isolation, parking out them TUNES to make boys "Whoop-dee-Do!" and the girls, "Turn up the Heat!", where DO these Nuns of Nunnery and Damask Lads GO in the here and now...after the lights of Promise have been disconnected, after the Rock & Roll show?... And that inner combustion, that "Id", that Songwriting machine that just will NOT let go, reversed/rewind in the recording studio of your mind, clinging!?

BAD songs keep popping up in the middle of J.S.Bach's "HAIR on a G String"; songs such as George Michael (Suspect handle!)'s "Last Christmas", soliciting a Pedophile Crush in the public toilets (the GENTS), MacArthur Park-Lost Angeles, California!

My OWN personnel (Jesus) therapy is...FIRST THING in the morning when that blessed RECURRING song pops up in your (mostly mine) head, and all through coffee, Bacon and Heads, skipping Bread  and Marmalade  (All BAND names, incidentally?), the first 6 beers,  then on to 2 Vino Bianco's (pant, pant!) IS to PURGE yourself with a Neil Diamond song: "SONG SUNG SUE!" usually does the trick (It works for Lawyers, anyhow). And then, at the crack of "Happy Hour", ONWARD my aging Sisters and Brothers! Onward...to last night's creative spirit, last night's Postscript, your notebook/I-Pad ...to find (Must need stronger Specs?), er... to find out - much later - that the page is blank!

When the Music's over? -Like a Rock & Roll Refugee: Turn out the light.




c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO....:)

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "42nd St...."

Our Man in Europre/dave delacroix/ "42nd  St.!"


WHISKY, Bitch in a bottle, and  the Wreck U leave , yes U - behind, leave, UN-clothed,  no love, no smile best Poet, UP-STATE, river, Jazz-Kid: No words? The Fuck U leave without a WANDA BRA!?

ZIG-ZAG, hope on Hope? For YOU this side of YOU? Wearing Plaid, this side, pin striped of Plaid?
Kiss-kiss in Innocent, no premise? No PRE-MINISTRATION: And all the kisses of 42nd. Street.
What IS that, and, U and I, what is that... we have not found?

ZIG-ZAG:  No hope for fools,. Dweebs, People from Forest Hills, Queens, Flatbush , Bensonhurst, ; people with 2 Legs, 2 arms, a Dick,, a virginity, a heart, a love, under the RAZZ of 42nd Street?

Outside of 42nd Street, Manhattan, New York City, USA : As it ever occured to U that COOL people ABIDE, Whisky Bitch, San Francisco,
Shoot Me, Kids. I'm on 42nd St. .. It'll be alright...:)


c 2016/davedelacroix/.....

Our Man In Europe/dave delacroix/ "FIGARO!"

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


...It was ALWAYS a tough GIG. Took a God Damn USA Immigrant (Dave) to park the Chevrolet, take care-the Kids, get em' 3 squares, took the Elders under his wings and paid for the TOMB, flowers, for great American people who OVER-dosed, played Guitar, died young, or gave kisses, unrequited, but were YOURS... my American blood and friends?

It was always a tough  MALIBU gig to think  of  FAMILY, with  NO Food, NO water, bread, maybe  GIT some Vino, salad on the side? -some "CALL";  and/or write letters home; Letters of Love?

In Paradise? There is only.. UN-certainty.

It was ALWAYS a tough gig, Malibu -Neptune's Net. this side of the California-Ventura, County Line;
Some confusion: Perhaps... we have met?



c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sicili-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Last BLOW-JOB!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The LAST BLOW-JOB!"


WINTER: Trouble with South-Eastern Sicily? It's supposed to be short and QUICK; and then arrives the Tourists! But like the "Santa Anna's" in Southern California, it keeps "cropping" UP and like watching a boiling Pot boil, you may as well recline and read "War & Peace"?
There's NO accounting for those mornings of sunshine and come dusk? -You're freezing your Dick off! -And that's no lie!

The late, great, JEFF DAHL (Songwriter-Maestro) wrote a song entitled: "Stick your Dick in the Wind!". But, alas, not HERE; or the "Little Soldier" in YOU may/might just fold up and DIE; and THAT, once again, ain't no lie!

Better save it, ME-BOYS for late Summer whence arrives the leaden veil of the Sirocco...or sweet October...and the new Wine?
The LAST "Blow-Job". The stuff Old Men's dreams are made of...


c 2016/April 8/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "In the Name of Love.,.."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...In the name of Love."


ISIS, Al Queda, Mosad, CIA, MI5, Russia, China: In the name of Love, Pakistan, India; In the Name of Love: IS IT HELL? Is it Love or War? Your Toyota car? Your FOOD, your swimming pool and ALL the things U want but do not NEED or cannot USE on a Sunday....as you look to your PEOPLE and say: "It's OK.!"?  In the Name of Love, put down the sword. The ENEMY is YOU!


c 2016/dave delacroix: I/WE: will not go to WAR!!!...we'd rather share bread...in the name of Brotherly love.

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "ALL the Young Dudes."

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "All the Young Dudes."



"......All the young Dudes,
 she sighs,
 65 years and kickin'
a dozen or more lifestyle,
 now folded, posted and stamped
or kicked to the road-side;

"I remember, I remember,"
she softly sings,
 a Poet with a lullaby?
(Let her sing!)

She sez:
Some were lawyers.
Some Gigolos!
Some were in BIZ-NESS!
Some were Soldiers, killed in war;
Some were down-right
KALAMAZOO,

and some fat
some athletically LEAN;
all the young Dudes:
A Violin, a Mandolin;
your fathers and sons;
gone, gone, with the Wind?

"Now I sit, Dave?" -in interview
with Dave Delacroix,
and she chuckles, with SPIN
and WEAVE for eternity
in infinity....:

A tale told by an Idiot-Wanton;
-Don't mean much?
Kick Ass and ashes to ashes;
Red dress and blue sash?

"Whose to know HELL
or some sweet kiss?"
She speaks, breast heaving
"All the Young Dudes?"
"All those KIDS?
(Almost screaming:)
she sez  "But I ... I was a sweet kid too...?"




c 2016/davedelacroix/Mia Casa...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rene Magrite"

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Rene Magrite"...


(Predictably:) Is it Raining? Cirrhosis Joe from Scotland,  Glasgow town, replies: "I believe SO!"? I've KNOWN this Cat - on and - on - for 20 years or more/still pisses me off; he'll call a black Cat Plaid, or Yin & Yang, and the best guy in town, till some Idiot gave him a huge legacy/ a Colt 45 to shoot down, instantly, instant critics and retire in style?  Even as we speak sad moms and bawling kids rain laments down like umbrellas?


c2016/davedelacroix/Foreskin-Hollywood, USA.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "How High the Moon?"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "How High the Moon?"


Do U schmooze...high on the booze, pumped up on pills... any full moon, the wrong side of the Sun? A temptation? Wotcha-gonna-do, this side of Mercury with Venus fucking your Insides and Mars on the horizon?
Do U schmooze, high on the breeze, pumped up on pills, any full moon? Schmoozing?  OK: So Schmooze...and how high the moon?...


c 2016/davedelacroix/Modica-Sicily.