Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pay-day!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pay-day!"

(dedicato: Mary-Anastasia Witherspoon)

On "pay-day", I'll square my debts, build U that house in Scotland, bring flowers, quit drinking! It's a no-brain-er. On Pay-day, we'll go sail the seven seas, write Poetry, perhaps shadowed, in the twilight of the Acropolis or cruise down Broadway (NYC) in a Yellow Cab-convertible, like Scot F. and Zelda; champagne toasts to the theatre crowds and ozone breeze? On Pay-day, YOU will wear that expensive "rig" you've been hankering after but "I" will dress DOWN and probably think of Jesus acting out  ALL of the above....on Pay-day?
Yesterday, tomorrow, today, on Pay-day, already done, or, all  too soon, we'll  take that walk on the Via Sacra, Winter or shine, with Nothing, yet say a warm "Hello!" to everyone, the people, we will meet.... on Pay-day.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"

(dedicato: Princess)

Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi de  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"

(dedicato: Toby!)

Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi de  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"


Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, am FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


c2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-Sicilia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"

(dedicato: Toby!)

Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi de  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Any Lonesome Sunday..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Any Lonesome Sunday..."


Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky- fried - Brain, out of the Cold, inside the warmth of Love's rain? - to an atoll, a  lagoon, far from the taciturn sea?

Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky-fried-brain, where insidious ghosts have no refrain: Long shadows, old sins! - and "Yesterday", today or tomorrow; all my troubles NOW seem damn ambitious!

Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky-fried-brain, TODAY, or not too distant; yet YOU, still hand me a Rose, thus-knowing? -where a tear falls, perhaps a rose will grow?...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRI-AGE!" (Bandages)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Tri.age" (Bandages)


(dedicato: SIRIANA; bella-Sorella, Modica-Sicily)


!) ...After the FESTA:

After the Festa, Sciacca-city, Poets commit ed - not suicide!  - but WORDS, VERBS, too?
BARKEEPS counted profits; Bella-Donna's hung UP that dress and kicked off "dem spangled shoes"?
Monks and Priests (Machiavellian) FLAYED their Conscience - something to do? -  for Festa temptations? GIGGoloes, chiseled updated Love-Numbers on their rotting bedsteads; usual "Carnies" sorted through un-sold trinkets (made in China) and the Sciacca fishermen too, all told, made ease with their FEET: extrra Virgin Olivia Oil, the procession of the Virgin Mary, barefoot?
And now? The tourists, the multitudes, scattered to the Mistral, some, Sirocco? I, for one, fell down drunk on my piccolo casa stairway, 2 RAGAZZI fell in love, later to have kids, the Festa's last HUZZAHS? The "Trash-Troops" (god bless'em) grind ed through, through Medieval streets, shunting, wheezing, ejaculating, snorting?
After the Festa, 100 barefoot fisherman carrying a Madonna, and ALL of the above,  I slept FOREVER secure in my Soul... that Life would go on forever.

2)...Only

Only the Love that U crave, personified, will? Only the Kiss that U give, un-abashed, will ever tell the truth? And ONLY the teeming-torrent of Humanity, perhaps, just once, gives you the shadow, a shade of doubt? A sign excreted, there goes your electric Mind?... But then, there's always a joke?
-Get ya kicks on Route 66!
ONLY the Love, personified, Will...


3) "GROOVIN'"

Groovin, on a sunny afternoon!
REELIN!" -Couldn't wait for da Moon.
-this side of  Paradise;
When U whispered: "I love U."

Groovin', on a lazy weekend,
Friday late, till Saturday morning
under dat blood-red-grapefruit Moon;
when U whispered: "I love U."

GROOVIN', love  passed away and gone?
HUMMIN'! -That same ol' Song!
It's not the years gone by, but DAT DANG ECHO
in eternity when U whispered:
"I love you."

Groovin', on a sunny afternoon;
reelin', -hopin' to see U soon?
-this side of Paradise
when U whispered:
"I love U..."


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "AD ASTRA & Song of Songs..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ad Astra and Song of Songs."


1) DID U?

Did U find your heart, did U find your Soul, did U get... to let go? Mio, too? Totally? -Ridiculous! -Your English Vagina! What OTHER European country would give it a price above Rubies!? . A "giggle", some intimate, debacle-spawning, good wholesome sweat? -Where the HELL did U go, to school, Rodean? Fest bed of Carpet-crawlers, knickers, upside-down and there-in lies the rub? And THERE did U find ya heart with some "Grown-Up" called Judith, Elspeth, Lesbos who delineate the "3-R's", re-rightin' rhythm and spikey condoms, only to be used "in house"?
DID U find your Heart? Did U find your Sweet Virginia Soul, designed by those Morons on the Q. E.2. payroll who simper - royal - languish whilst WE - the Cognoscenti - sharpen the guillotine; ad Astra...my sweet?

2) Song of Songs.

There once was a Spanish Lady and she loved an Englishman. COOL was her countenance, high was her degree; but, where now, that Spanish Lady: A song of songs...in an Armada of Love, gone, lost in sight... off a foreign shore, lost upon the sea?

The Englishman, so stout and brave, in the service of old Queen Bess fought hard and yet HE, along with Drake, Hawkins and other noble souls wished for Peace...and the Spanish Lady, in her lonely coastal "Castillo", prayed for her Love to be...

There once was a Spanish Lady and she loved and Englishman; sublime was her countenance; high was her degree? She once loved a noble English-Sailor-Captain, who now lies under the sea, and with faithful servants, she vowed to follow Love-s design and mystery and in a small bark, followed her love, followed her Hope... yet floundered on the high seas.

There once was a Spanish Lady and she loved an Englishman. Noble was her countenance and high was her degree; a minstrel sings: both in love and war: now enjoined under the sea...

3) Closely Watched Trains:

Closely watched trains, whilst the BANK goes South. Closely watched trains, whilst the "Good Ship Lollipop" sinks below the waves! Closely watched trains, whilst the COPS,  as the Cops WILL!, bust an obscure, carefully organized Techno RAVE!
There,s NO Justice in the World and ANY good deed, trust me, will not go unpunished! Still, the sun also rises. There-s a Supermarket in the sea. And as for FEELING "free", a "state of mind" to embrace, whilst inhibited, Prohibited, "Verboten", or otherwise TORTURED, kicked in the NUTS: U SURVIVE: Passion, after all, is everything!
Closely watched trains! Wanna shot of Schnapps! (A question)
NAH. I-d rather eat my Bratwurst!

4) A Room with a View...

A room with a view, she screamed, when she orgasm ed! So I took her at her WORD and threw open the Versailles styled window shutters...which, sorta kinda calmed her down so I jumped back on the springy mattress, singing, "Back in da Saddle again!"

Rhyme or reason, positive, negative or plus (Questions). Then we heard her husband banging and clawing at the Versailles styled, wafer thin (my) apartment door, so SHE slipped on some threads and with MY assistance, ascended to my local "piano terre", street alley, Vicolo La Manca! I, of course, could only be found, relaxing on my terrazzo, dressed in my Turkish dressing gown, smoking an Havana with absolutely NOTHING on my mind...

A room with a view; once again, I escaped with honor, my paramour, quite gone: Her caustic , significant OTHER, having, senza invitationi , smashed down my wafer thin, Versailles front door, scanning my humble abode, everything on show: "A glass of Vino, Fucker!" I suggest. The bird had flown.... Quizzical frowns were shared in dat room...with a view.

5) Claire de Lune.

On Mistral or Sirocco, like the wind, she whispers, Holy, past sanctified, and finds rapture in the Souls of the Good...who are Miss identified, fawn good, or just act pissed off.
Claire de Lune slept with U, but only once, to try to kill the devils of your soul; U, perhaps, gave her lee way but the Devil took up the strain which is WHY, come Spring, Summer and RAIN U look longingly at the Moon, now, too far away....



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "East of Eden, Part 2: senza James Dean."

Our Man in  Europe/dave delacroix/ "East of Eden, senza James Dean!"


(dedicato: Paul Zachery Zermeno)


...U can take the Boy out of L.A. (Los Angeles)...but U CAN'T take the L.A. out of the Boy!
Love? Love affairs: "Livin' da Vita-Loca?" Or shake ya Money-maker! There's NEVER enough to shake-rattle-and roll; Italiano, Hispanic, Jewish-righteous on downtown, L.A., HOPE street?

U can take the boy outtta' L.A.; or, the San Fernando GIRL: Love is always IN sight, like a Malibu sunset or that Wedding gig that - pregnant - comes too soon, someplace, on Hollywood and Vine?
...An L.A. freeway-car chase ending in a crash, and later, celebrity Lawyers feasting, "pontificationi", that excludes "reasonable doubt" to rob the Bank of Santa Monica on Ventura Boulevard, which WASN'T robbed at all?

They were "in love". Technically, abandoned with Uncle Sergio's Sky-Blue Pontiac (which fitted some cop-description) on some freeway of love, don't'cha know?

U can take the Boy outta L.A. but U CAN'T - quite impossible! - take the L.A. out of  da Boy!

Witness the Tyre skid marks railin' cross the Hollywood Bowl freeway "Off-ramp"; Scars on the Soul!
SUNG, veiled in the L.A. smog, Technoed! And  RAPPED into eternity?

One year later Ramirez and Juanita are re-united at a Paraplegics hospital in Riverside (a district of L.A.).
"...Heard the D.A. dropped the frickin' charges?"
"Righteous, Baby-doll!"
"We could'a stopped and paid the speeding ticket on the 402?"
"YO!"
""Dacorde! (Agreed)"

U can take the Boy out of L.A....but U can't take the L.A. outta' da Boy, neither a San Fernando Valley Girl, dressed to the "Nines" and chewing Gum, humming: "No Sleep to Brooklyn"...or in wonder,  some place East of Eden.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRE Bambini!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRE Bambini!"


1) Drink UP!

Drink UP and BE Somebody!
Drink up and BEE somebody!
Till the Reaper calls ya name;
but don't fear the Reaper!

Drink up and SCREAM your name
with your power and glory!
But don't expect Fame
this side of your mortal eclipse?

Drink UP and BE  Somebody
Drink UP -NO Palookaville!
Speak in tongues, ANY and ALL,
just ONE might be kosher?

Drink UP and BE, BE, BE some frick!
Drink UP and BEE some Dude/Dudetsta!
(Follow your BE-UP insight?)
But don't go fretting
when Jesus says: "Goodnight!"

2) The Cheshire Cat.

All da Strangers (dat U meet); First Love? -Now, he's a Corporate Lawyer. Husband? -That "dimple" who lies next to U in the King-sized bed; lost his crown? Angelo? Your part-time Lover? DANG if he didn't get part-time HIV? And the old college "Group", like that faded "group" photo on your dresser, equally faded into Time with all the blur, the "dismal": 2 DEAD, 1 Suicide! The rest on jovial pills which, a'la re-unions, usurp your sense of reality? Er...leaving U where? A Stranger on a Strange "Terra-firma". Dang if the looking glass ain't looking at YOU, Alice; seeing only a clean toilet bowl, a dependable Mercedes-Benz, a dozen Credit Cards, all the Strangers yet to come, superficial "meet & greets"...and then, somehow, some way, on your face... the Cheshire Cat?

3) The Price of Pussy.

1 Gal and 20 Guys in a Fisherman's bar: The price of Pussy.
2 Execs, plus pretty secretary in the airport Skyline lounge?
The price of Pussy
3 Wall Street guys; their new Lady boss? -YO!
The price of Pussy.
TWO KIDS, naked, in the Garden of Eden, and it ain't no trick!
The price of Dick!

Is their a moral; the price of Dick? The price of Pussy?
Yet everyone yearns and PAYS the price; Miss Pussy
and that sad, sad, lame Dick?

DO U GO!
DID U WENT?
Can u even pay her rent?  Pussy feasible?

1 Gal and 20 Guys in a Fisherman's bar, laughing, joking,
quite at ease: GO, join 'em! - Talkin' bout da one that "got away"!...:)



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sketch: Outta Sciacca-Sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Unfinished Sketch: Outta Sciacca-Sicily."


...I dunno? It's just da NOISE? People frustrated? 40 degree Africano heat? Vespas-choking? -U, Me, the refrigerator? -Count Bassie? -The Postman always rings TWICE?

Laundry lists. Shopping lists? Get Bottled water, high brand; get Symphony, get a 4 part, like the Seasons: Vivaldi? And get this LOVE thing down and put it to the test; gravediggers say: "I dunno?"

But when U "come" the World, involving Spices - U betcha! - fall from our Sky; soft whispers begin, bottomless, a Heart, as the sun also rises?

I dunno just where we go; all we're left with is that familiar Vespa noise and letting love's hand's palm drift away?


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