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Thursday, December 28, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"2018: Don't Kill the Messenger!"


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "2018: Don't Kill the Messenger!"

(dedicato: Groucho Marx)


1) Minestrone.

As any one got some SOUP, stuff U can make,, bits and bobs U can throw in the Pot, Creative? As Any one got some Soup, bits-sliced, diced, a figure of NICE, a smiling TOM (atoe) for your Heart, some place where Love starts? As ANYONE got some SOUP....to share?

2) Yellow Rose of Texas.

Dumb, DUNG-down, 8,000 miles from home, UN-washed, UN-loved, UN-deciphered, UN - and inexplicably some "Guitar-Man on the Road?", Interstate-10, all 'cross TEXAS on my way to California, $2.00 to my name?
In Fort Jackson. I was pretty hungry? Pretty thirsty? I bought a CUP of Coffee. It came with a glass of Water. A Texas Lady-Waitress, pinafore 'an all, late on - I guess? - in years,  in a Classic DINER (Bacon & Eggs/99 cents) yet sees my despair and, perhaps, some shared Karma, finds a reason to hover around my table:  "Would U  be offended  if I gave U some "Cup-Cakes" for the Road?"...

3) Wolf Pass.

The Night the Internet went "South" I lost my Key to that Texas Motel room, people were CONFUSED, didn't KNOW what to do (No E-Mail?) A Rachmaninoff!? Dogs barked? Coyotes smoked Peyote! Kids, too, equally confused? -the scent of Peyote? (Civil confusion?)
The Night the Internet DIED (went South) U were in the "shower", expecting E-Mail, I was "Gassin'" up the Pontiac? I remember it like it was yesterday; route 666, out of some place, some place Cortez, Colorado? It was OVER Wolf Pass, headin' North to Cheyenne, Wyoming, yet somehow you and I...never got that far?

4) "Who DAT Man?

Who dat Man, WHO!?
Who dat BOY, become a MAN? WHO!?
And who dat GAL, yes, GAL, the "Promise"
for "another"?
WHO dat Man, who dat GAL:
the Plan?

Who dat CRETIN, born to POWER,
Generic Greed, the Wretch-Inside,
greedy for POWER? Who dat Man;
self-evident IN shame?

Who dat Man? WHO!!! Born
to Peace, swirling? Who dat Man;
hugs & kisses....UN-disguised, yet
racked upon a Cross by his own kind?
Who dat Man?.........YOU!!!!!??????

5) Only the Moon...

Only the Moon, Arizona sky, walking alone, U and I; no money, no favor, just a Lady who holds my hand under the Moon, just under the Moon?
Only the Moon, which way U turn? Kissin' your Kiss, that LOVE that lay in your lips?...As Only the Moon, keeping your Love true? As true as the Moon; and as true as You?
Only the Moon, some Credit Cards, a promise of your bright Destiny in some Western sky? We abandoned each other under a Las Vegas sky?...



6)Sempre Palermo"

(Yo. Co-written with bella-Sorella Guisi Segreto... CAPITO, mi Italiano, Poco: No Lingua Vendetta, Amici!!!.)

"Sempre Palermo
sempre amore,
come vai?
Mi cuore, despar?
sempra ragazzi, mi caro?

VAI, domani, mia
vita per te?
Sempre Palermo
sempre Siciliano!

Via mi Cuore!
Via mi Notte,
avante canzone,
momento sipencio
sempre amore, per te,

Sempre Palermo
sempre amore,
sempre Sicilia,
come vai?
Mi cuore, despar?...
a Palermo, per te?
Come vai?
raggazi?


7)  No Orchids for Miss Blandish.

No Orchids for Miss Blandish,
kidnapped in some Captive love?
No Orchids for the Kidnapper
who burns in Hell: Go Forth!!!

And no Orchids for that harvest
and no fruit from that dead tree,
no kiss, no bliss, just a bitter harvest
UN-toward, in a Storm
No Orchids for Miss Blandish

(U are NOT alone...)



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Saturday, December 23, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No FORESKIN!"...


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


NASTRO AZZURO avanti Palermo (the Blue Stripe goes to Palermo?), avanti Bella? Avanti SORELLA; no capito? Avante (go forward), Belladonna? Sing mah song/canzone, Siciliano?
....3 Sisters broke my heart. It ALWAYS happens to ME in THREES (TRES); Turquoise, Ruby red, Aquamarine blue: Lanvin Number something? My LIPS, smeared, intoxicated; when U find my dead-loved body; you will find a grinning Fool? My Soul's Foreskin: RIPPED out of Me?

(Meanwhile?:) "Ich bin aus GELD in alto-BERLIN?...Ich bin AUS Money in JAPAN? (It's a Berlin Bar); Ich bin AUS Euroes in Kreuseberg in front of the OLD Berlin Wall? (Pissed and Sprayed my Invective on that Concrete!?)

Au'revoir mon coeur. Cheri? Au'revoir, no regrets? Au'revoir; no - codice - no foreskin - until we meet again? Au'revoir my Sweet, the lilacs; and that sweet golden haze on the meadow? -in the Bois du Bologne?

Whisky'll make a blind Man sing the Blues? U don't have to be blind and you don't have to be USED; U don't need to know where you are Going; but where you came from...can haunt your deliverance?

Nastro Azzuro avanti Palermo and that Gal by your side who knows the way so? The road to Palermo is wide? What WINDE gets you safe, gets you to the OTHER SIDE; this side of mental circumcision or the Cremation of your bones?


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/our man in europe, last songs.





Thursday, December 21, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Where-In this World..."


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Where In this World..."


...Met Francesca, just met Giada, just met Illia, too? We goofed around, taking "Selfie's" on the beach and later, "apres h'ordeoaves, altogether, came around? All our Yesterdays, all our Tomorrows, in OUR collective Present, on a Vino, Beer, Whisky soaked "tavola"(wobbly table) our collective "Publicita" came to rest? -WE were ALL somehow "Broken" in the brittle-porcelain of sand, beach and sea? (Adjectives despair?)  And the UN-knowing superficially bound us into "Open Space"; that "Dingsta" we call a vacation?...And "Yakked" into the night, not necessarily connecting?
But NOT to despair, the morrow: Bikini City; "Girls just wanna have fun"? Bronze Rock Stars, like Piranha's, swarmed like Piranhas? Throw 'em a slice of Pizza, they'd - almost? - swim the other way? And the 3 Bikini Musketini, Vagina intacto,  probably wouldn't lament - as long as Mai Tai's  were paid for? - pliant, bent, sexual reflex: is there any other way; hard-wired, bonding: more "Mai-tai's? -could they WANT it any other way? That OTHER way; which Way?
Bikini Gal, Bronze STUD at her side? But does he have Credit Cards, a Cell-phone with MAX APPS; or for THAT matter, a Hotel Suite, a Classix Chevrolet; is he OLD MONEY, in Business,  or just some Gigolo bumming this Costa Rica beach?...And so (YO!)  SHOULD wonder a Mid-West gal?...

It's the twilight of Hotel "Happy Hour"; everyone - odd? - dressed in flannel-whites; my reservation, my "solo tavolo", crowded with these Gals who I grooved with the day before, disdainfully scrutinized, from a table-afar by those Bronze Athletes who distant, furtive, re-swallow the venom of their insidious design and plight?

Francesca burst out: "AM I MAKING SENSE!?"
The Crew, my Table, dissolve into laughter...?
Yet, it is STILL sobering, amongst this throng, that I alone know the answer?




c2017,davedelacroix,lord borgo, our man in europe.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

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


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

(Afghanistan; British-Contract Mercenary: Cell-phone-intercept)

"FACK U! FACK U! We got dem TOWEL HEADS in the HOLE! BRING IN THE F.16's! U want this FACKIN shit DONE: Bring in the Artillery!? What are U waiting FOr?
(Later:) "FACK U! FACK U!. Tell yer BOYS; stay OUT of LINE 624: WE got it COVERED: REPEAT; NO COUSINS-634! Direct FIRE, 624! DO IT NOW!!! (Repeat) "DO IT NOW!...
(Later:) "FACK U! FACK U! COUSINS DISPERSE and HOLD GROUND: Repeat! COUSINS, GO HOME!!!"
(Later:) "FACK U! FACK U! Artillery, GROUND ZERO! DO IT! DO IT NOW!!!"
(Where the Fuck were the F-16's!?)....


c2017/davedelacroix/in Sicily....

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix// "The Day my Boyfriend was Lost?"



Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ ""The Day My Boyfriend was Lost!?"


The day my Lad who was lost? I "perked" myself. There was "house-holding" to do, Grandma, incapacitated, Uncles grumblin' 'bout Government, market prices, bad weather, then there were Pies to bake, skillin, vegetables, some back laundry; Mrs Oxley expecting a Child; worries of Winter? The boys in Hathersage; hoping they 'com't thru with firewood? Some Christmas Pheasant too, for a splendid Christmas-tide?

The Day my Lad was lost, we were bound. Grew UP in Yorkshire, West Riding,  and the Derbyshire dales, played on, County Fair, with Daisies in my hair? O' MAN, that Boy knew the secrets of Caverns, Castleton and Blue Stone!?

The Day my Lad was Lost?....a crippled Solider, a Veteran. A Sergeant from the Glorious 82nd. Regiment of Foot?
In our local Inn: THE BLOODY WAR OF WATERLOO, fighting some "Frenchie", NAPOLEON: he gently suggested how "MY LAD" gallantly died?

The day my Lad died, the day my Lad was lost? And for WHAT? And O' I miss him? O' how I miss his Worldly soul?...



c2017/davedelacroix/lord borgo,sciacca,sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "12345",,,

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "12345"...

(dedicato: Claudia Loens)

"SOOOO...ooo SAd, Officer Joake (It's Danish?) Soooo SA LAM, Padre? I have Sinned? I YO, I have SINNED? I didn't use BAR ILLA pasta? I ate something out of a TIN? PADRE! 10 "Ave Marias!" I "pretty much SIN....like Sinners do?.....BUSTED, busted; it goes with the Roman Territory, and MIO? An OUTLAW, always dependant on an IN-effectual JUSTICE SYSTEM, whilst mostly to the detriment of GOD? The Apostles (12 dudes with NO Credit Cards), John & Yoko, and Mary-whatsit? And ALL that "Carry-On", NO-longer allowed on Jet Planes?

SOOOO...oooo Sad; Officer JOAKE (It's a Danish name, like Bacon?) WOE to the vanquished who know NOT, except when their Kids can't get DENTAL treatment? In the SUMMER Sun, your Boy, wearing a bold Bandanas, sings out: "THIS WORLD IS MINE!?"

12345....Come boys & girls, we are NOT alone; somehow we can Divine? And for ALL our Sins and for ALL our mistakes and for all that's worthy UNDER HEAVEN;  less the Devil stake his stake?


c2017/dave delavroix/lord borgo/sciacca,sicily

our man in europe/dave delacroix/ "As anyone seen my Gal?"



O

ur Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "as anyone seen mah Gal?"

As ANYONE seen mah Gal (Sweet Carole), as anyone.....TOTALLY pissed OFF, riding mah "reputation" (bad as it is?) like a Used Napkin, off to Jerusalem, maybe MECCA, if SHE can get a "GIRL" ticket?": Kiss Mohammed: He was probably IRISH too?...SALAAM!?

As anyone SEEN mah Gal; plays Banjo in the Market place, tells Jokes in Marrakesh 'bout London town and kisses FRENCH BOYS"out of bounds"; THIS side of the Bois du Bologne?

How is it, in my Love, I do fail?

As ANYONE seen mah Paramour, that Gal I love, that I adore? As Anyone - WANTED POSTED: DEAD OR ALIVE! $$20,000!.....(Love IS Crazy!)....And yet; love, impetuosity, RAMS into your door? (Doobie-doo/smoker-roo)

AS ANYONE SEEN MAH GAL!?


c2017,dadee.lord borgo,leave me alone

Monday, December 18, 2017

D & D : In Vino Veritas!

"D&D" -In Vino Veritas...

The Blamange/Switch-blade killer (outt'a Connecticut) was running amok in Europe giving Classic "Ugly Americans", for once, a bad rap.
INTERPOL: -Disturbed
M.I.5: - Concerned."
SECRET" USA financed German POLIZIE - in Wunderland; mostly, over the Blamange.
Don't as me why/how? -but the Odd Couple, Detective Sergeant GREENSLEEVES with "Public Over-seer er" Private DICK, D & D were lassoed with matching Matt black wheelie-bag suitcases, round trip tickets, one week/bought and paid for at some Montmartre "Hotel L'Excuse", crap exchange US dollar rate-per diem, a BRIEF, briefing: pat on the back: "One of our serious rogues is pissing off the COUSINS. He's WANTED dead or alive. This is TEXAS Hold'em, D&D; ya follA!?"

D & D No. 3: "SANTA ANNA'S!"


D & D, No. 3: "Santa Anna's!"


It was late. Full moon. October.  The Santa Anna's (L.A.'s seasonal winds, often quite violent) were vacuuming the smog-filled, L.A. basin...  Downtown L.A. - always deserted at weekends - was, commercially inverted, The great American future. Not a Billy-Morrison Talent Agent in sight  and Hollywood-desolate; Hope Street, L.A.,  Union Station? "Nuttin' doin'!", Taxis had pissed off long ago. Any "Charrilo" with half a brain had nailed tent pegs to his San Fernando bungalow and whilst Pan-handlers switched off their cell-phones, South-Central closed down and ordered "Chinese Take-Out!", CRACK?  GIT SUM!!! And Pacific coastal SURF -in reverse;  Aging Cheerleaders reverted to Pyjama Parties and "Bone-heads" went to visit their Moms, waxed their Long-Boards: Prime time for murder MOST FOUL. Ask anyone?... Anyone in L.A.

"D&D" actually witnessed the shit coming down? Some windswept HELI-TV-VAGINA news bitch, on her flight home from her last - L.A. Freeway car chase assignment -and BORED TO TEARS, caught cross-wind, and accidentally , HELI-TV cameras, ZEROED, fire-power-catching the moment? Even the suited Vagina got visually suspicious? "..Bank robbery!?... Do People still do that?"
(Slugging on her flask of Vodka:): "We got sumptin' 'appen'n' ere!? - Suzi Suzuki, reportin'!"

FACT: Three, or possibly four "perps" (bank job) crashed (interstate 101), chased aggressively by LAPD black & whites, flipped the highway boundaries, dumped the "getaway" (a Toyota) and "fan tailed" into (the district) CANOGA PARK, once an orchard-forest domain where Hollywood/Errol Flynn starring, enacted Calvary charges but now in-fest ed with cut price apartment blocks and residential swimming pools.

Little known to most "Angele nos" but NOT to "D&D", , Canago park his home to the best Indian/Pakistani wholesale food outlets. At least ONE of the "perps" was clearly from the East. (Heli-TV footage?)
"D&D" had him identified, ARRESTED whilst hiding in a warehouse,  twixt sacks of of Lentils, sacks of Dahl and Basmati Rice, trying - and obviously guilty - , trying to commit suicide, GORGING on mouthfuls of Chilli-Madras from CANS!!! Murder most foul! Bloody suicide. And the wild wind blew.





"D&D", on the ball, jumped into his FORD MUSTANG.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gods Left Paw."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "GOD-s left Paw."

(dedicato: Carol Aniellio, Miss Molly, & Irma Zanetti: Poets 3)


......The Love of Strangers, the love of FRIENDS, except ON, on Weekends? That new Girlfriend; she's gone? THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY?....She's gone? SISTER: that TOY-BOY gon' out with/into his background Joys that CAME to stay: excluding? WHOA!? JEHOVAH!! In HIS (U-God-Kids?)  CRAZY MIND; would "PITCH-Past-PITCH-Grief-LOVE: this Destiny? Just WHO arrives with ROSES, less acclaimed: than  those with "Profound!?"....
(COPS get nervous: "Bust ANYONE whose name sounds like PROVI!!!")...And the Boyfriend's just the same?....Complex. See?

Love amongst Strangers, east to whatsit, west to dingy, sons and daughters, fathers and sons, generations, beaten into subservience in broad daylight?

(Singing: "Oh Happy Day?") And the DOOM of the WORLD plummets/up-rises on a pinnacle, on a DIME, on a moral will-of-the-wisp "particle", that UN-in-decipherable: ...A Human Dynamic: Frank Sinatra Recording: "Strangers in the Night?" GOD's LEFT PAW;  Before the big MEOW WW!....

God's Left Paw.
God's Left Paw.
Talons stretching...



c2017,davedelacroix,lord borgo,sciacca,sicily.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "BACK IN PALERMO!"


Our Man in Europe/dae delacroix/ "Back in Palermo."


(dedicato: Antonio Segreto)


Pioggi arrivi, il Nipote SCAMPA: bella -bambini? When it RAINS the kids go hunting Escargot?When U die they KNOW  to pick wild flowers for your grave?And Cavalieri Rustica, in all their finery, come and go? That Siciliano thing? That love?
Estate arrive; long Summers days; hot nights upon the beaches and shores? Sirocco kiss with its leaden veil? Pioggia arrive; pioggia arrivee:?
How can I sing my IL Siciliano Canzone; how can I make a Change? My heart is in Agrigento, my Love, in Syracusa, my Soul on Mount Etna! Cross-ways, CROSS-ROADS, all roads lead to Roma!?
Back in Palermo, Il Bambini (City Kids!) go hunting? The Bugs on the rocks; sell them, like LIRE,  for peanuts, like that kiss  from the Fisherman, that Eternity: and when he is no more: herald Life's divinity? It takes a Stranger....in a strange Land....to make that Land a Friend?...Meanwhile? Back in Palermo: the beat goes ON!....yet still, them damned noisy, raunchy Bambini will GO, without prompting, and pick wild flowers for my grave?


c2017/davedelacroix/Sciacca, Sicily...:)


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Santa Monica Highway-Picante BLUES!"



Our Man in Europe/daVE DELACROIX// "Santa Monica Highway-/Picante Blues."



IF U DIDN'T want REAL SNOW, in New York City,  we just paid MORE money, if U didn't want Santa Monica  SUNSHINE,  we wore Shades? If U didn't want TRUE LOVE,  U you  just masturbated, kiss and tell?  If U didn't want PEACE on Earth? U staged "Apathetic"; any City, any Main Street: AS for want of Justice? U run-baby-run!?

If U couldn't "dig" "Welcome", U built a Fortress; if U didn't want Friendship, get the hell off FACEBOOK; if U wanted GOD like that ICON that rests in the EGO of your Mind, you get to Run-baby-run?

If U want a FACE, I can paint it? If U want a RACE, I can RUN IT! If U want a Place? I will be there for U: Fuck off, die Young; Buddy of mine ...or Gal who I love? (Some semblance thinking?) Did YOU pay my Bar-Tab after I paid Yours?

If we didn't want Real Snow; flakes, hoop-la-City? Just more MONEY to throw at the Waiters? Too much Sunshine, too much Moonshine? Heart's broken? Hearts? Be-spoken? Tuxedo Junction!...The moment of You....And the REAL SNOW, the "real" New York City Winters' blow? or WEST COAST: Santa ANNAS; billow your sails!?  HURRAH!!!."WHO!? If I cried OUT, in the order of Angels; would hear ME or YOU?...if we cried out?"....


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c2017/dAVE delacroix/Voice of White Boy Soul.....:)

Monday, December 11, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Maggie-May."



Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Maggie-May."


(dedicato: IAN RANKIN)


O'... Who left me with OL' Maggie May, packed and clearly bagged! Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low; Rod Stewart, where's ya trousers!Our Man in Europe//dave delacroix?....


"...WHEN THE WIND goes height, when the wind goes low; Johnny don't lose ya trousers!? When the wind goes HEIGHT, when the wind goes LOW; Maggie, U in trouble!
Your Pappy there with a Shot-gun stare: my business takes me Everywhere?.... When the wind goes high, when the wind KILT low; Donald where your WHASSIT?

Now ONCE I loved sweet Maggie-May; she fell for just ANOTHER... blackguard Rod Stewart was his name, if ever YOU had sawn one! A scurvy knave; no Sporran to speak of; and as for his own SKEAN DHU? S'well! Let's not get into details?

SO...I sing my Highland Ceiili song, bagpipes, fife and drum! I wear my KILT and TARTAN pride, bonnie Sporran with some Gold inside... and dance the Sword or the Highland Fling; "Johnny where's ya Troosers!?"

And whilst NO-ONE thinks of the INFAMY, cursed upon SCOTLAND BRAVE, after "Culloden", starved and raped; starved Johnny and Bonnie Prince Charlie commin' home?

When the wind goes HEIGHT, when the wind goes low; Highland girls will reap the song? And who's to say how Justice goes excepting IN A SONG:

"WE JACOBITE'S BY NAME
lend an ear, lend an ear:
We Jacobite's by name.....lend an ear?...."?

Now once I love a Highland girl; my Maggie-May,  in the heather, in the Glens, by the lochs and over the hills, which to this day, still thrills?....



c2017,davedelacroix.,sicily,far, far away.




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Black Widow Mambo."


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Black Widow Mambo!"...


PITCH-PAST-pitch of Grief..., no excuses, No BE-musing; pitch-past, pitch PAST pitch of grief: NO Yesterday? KILL ME in your ARMS, Black Widow's charms: SUCCULENT?
Yogurt:  2 Euros.
Milk/Latte: 1.25
DRANO: 3.34
Can of TOMS (Tomatoes) 0.85?
SHE ATE ME UP like a Grocery list!? And pitch-past PITCH of  GRIEF; and, as yet,  all the Poets in History cannot save me?
Pitch-past Pitch of Grief: She like to Mambo! Pitch-past Pitch of Grief? She like to SAMBA! Pitch-past pitch of Grief: Black Widow-Mambo....and MAMBO!


c2017/davedelacroix/sciacca,sicily,December.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Our Man IN Europe/dave delacroix/ "BREXIT SONG: Tipperary!"



Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "BREXIT SONG: Tipperary!"...

(dedicato: Dave Wood....Yorkshire man)

It-s a LONG way to Tipperary
it-s a long way to GO?
it's a long way TO BREXIT
Au revoir, Michele ma belle?
Goodbye Piccadilly
and SO long Dublin town?
Aus weidersen, mein Lieblings;
but MY heart's not there?

It's a long way to Tipperary
it's a lonesome way to GO?
Arriverderci mia ROMA,
Vaya con Dios:
Amigoes!?
Hurrah! Hurrah! Vino Verde?
Farewell Lisbon town?
It's a LONG ol' road to Tipperary;
yet MY heart's not there!?

(All together now! All together now!)


c2017,dave delacroix,sciacca,sicily,italy,in europe....:)

Friday, December 8, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Girlfriends, Guitars & Hats!"



Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Girlfriends, Guitars & Hats!"


(dedicato: Jason Eklund: USA Poet/singer-songwriter)


...Never learnt to drive a Cadillac,
steer a luxury Cabin Cruiser or fly a Private Plane?
Sittin' in the driver's seat of ANY of the above;
U ask mah name/I always got ID'ed!?...
Which is just WHY - some Whisky by my side? -
I don't drive on this side of Paradise?

LIKE YOU I gotta small CRIB, a small kitchen,
a bar-fire radiator keepin' out the cold?
Some changes of clothes; I wash,
I manage to get dry in the sunlight before the chill of the night?
I got a full BAR, tucked away,
that Bar your own LIVER never gets to share,
and some heart breaker in the  town, but next;
gas up the Chevy: go hug or go to  stare?

And LIKE YOU, or maybe NOT,
I got that SPAGHETTI of business I gotta consume,
gulp, shovel down; pays the rent, pays the light,
pays the Nothingness; until my Guitar sings?
(Hashish kickin' IN)

Girlfriends, Guitars & ol' Stetson Hats
...all LOST & FOUND, somehow?
I never learnt to drive a Cadillac,
steer a luxury Cabin Cruiser, nor fly a Private Plane?
SITTIN' in my OWN driver's seat;
some COP would ask mah name?
Which is why - some GANGES on mah Dash,
MY BROW: I don't drive;
not caring, anyhow?
(Hashish REALLY kickin IN)

Never learnt to drive...(what was it?) a PONTIAC,
row a BOAT or DE-plane a Jet-Plane?
I promoted myself to COLONEL,
told all the Subordinates to GO
and clean their Rooms/barracks (I think?)
which is WHEN I picked up mah Guitar
and sang that lonesome ol' song?
-"Girlfriends, Guitars & Hats" -I miss U once again?....


c2017/dave delacroix/ourmanineurope

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SHE SEZ!"


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SHE Sez!"


(dedicato: Suzie Home-Wrecker/space cadet in Denver)


....SHE SEZ; I've been Saluting, my ca hooting, like a GIRL, for such a long time now? I've BEEN a somnambulist, giving kisses, dead love, big "HI!"....?
I've been SMOOCHIN', coming,groovin'?....
I've been saying what I'm doin'; doin' NOTHING at all? I've been WISHING, counter-pointing? But all for Nothing at all? (U wanna know?) HO-Ho-HO!!!?...I've SEEN every thing and Nothin', ALL & ALL U see, I've been ASKING what it's meant to BE!?...Some Rock Star ENVISION?
(And SHE Sez:) I've been LIVING, like U, ca hooting, like a GIRL; like a Girl should be? Like a Girl should Be? Like a Girl should Be? In Utero!!!... (Little town near Rome).


c2017/davedelacroix/for mah punk rock rock n roll sistas: our man in europe.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ D-TECT (D & D FILES): "Ramen da Noodle!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix esq./dd-tective files: "Ramen da Noodle."



Police Report:  (I'm an over-worked COP. Phones are frickin', Sgt Delgardo brought me the wrong Burrioto/if U don't like my report? -put me back on HOPE-central, Los Angeles  Bag Patrol.
I don't give a frick. Just, next time? -bring me da right Burrioto!)

...("Ramen da Noodle.")

"Oh yeah: "Ramen da Noodle". 12 VICS. All in same 3 storey excuse/ SANTA-MONICA appartment building.. hadn't been power washed since 1963. Occupants? Mostly itinerants - Actors - all MURDERED whilst on "Welfare", killed by one Manuel Ramen Esq., originally from OXAICA (It's in Mexico/ Writer L.S.LOWRY, deceased, once visited/wrote: Under da Volcano; we think its near a beach?)
CLUSTER-SGT Ramairez - fixed "Smoker" boxing LOSER/just bought pretty new CROWN VIC, was assigned the mass-murder investigation. He found it complex...and turned it over to "PRIVY-D-DECT/Lost & Found/Missing Milk Cartons & KIDS -Detective Agency...one Mr "D & D."

Police Report: "Are ya - "Belch!" - wiv me so far?"

Look thru any window? From a mansion to a shack? A shack of despair, sparsely decorated with lonesome Icons, a Rosary, a crucifix in da window? Or a mansion, landscaped, luxiourious, yet bereft of emotion, of Love? SANTA MONICA dwellings canvas both.
At the HAPPY DUMPLING appartment block - obviously once owned by Chinese immigrants before the Armenian, Jewish, or Chinese Mafia invited them to "move along",private DICK (D & D) - by invitation of LAPD Cluster Sgt. Dude Ramairez -  made all things clear. And despite an aversion to mixed cuisine cases - Chinese food-Salsa PERP, spelt it out. And afterwards? There were no fortune cookies.

The "Case Autopsy", held down at the CHIPS (California Highway Patrol) sweat-box/interrogation lounge, lavishly furnised, lent to one frigid metalic table and 3 matching chairs, one wall adorned with a 2-way, partially cracked, blood smeared mirror; all that seperated a MOSH PIT of cops wanting BLOOD  from Cluster Sgt. Rameirez & D & D and the PERP: "Ramon da Noodle" who, throughout, kept silent dur a previous CHIPS interrogation. And the following? It's NOT on tape. The tape machine was out on loan. Lt. O'Reilly's kids' BAR MITZVAH...but the conversation went something like this:

D&D: "...Heard U went up against Cluster Sgt. Janandez  at da last "Smoker"
C-S-Ramairez: "Dude! U KNOW I can't disclose OFFICIAL Police biz. You're here as a CONSULTANT-FRICK. Cut to da frickin'  straight Tamale!"
D & D chuckled. He hadn't HAD - or seen - a "straight TAMALE in 30 years, maybe longer? Still. On point? He obliged Ramairez da CLUSTER and the sweaty hordes, opt side 2-way mirror:

"...For what it's worth... I'll punt the following synopsis. SYNOPSIS -withan "S"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/dave delacroix/ (D & D Detective:) "Won-Ton--IDIOT!"


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ (D & D -Detective:) "Won-Ton-IDIOT!"


(Case file: 007.5:) ....THIS Clown robbed a (L.A.) Pacific-Palisades Bank of America - in broad daylight - with a Butcher's carving knife still in its 99 cent discount store thick plastic wrap! But he DID have a commanding voice: "I am HANNIBAL CLEVER and Y'all are breakfast if U don't hand over DA MONI!!!", adding, "Maybe later, I invite U to lunch!"

ALL Bank-tellers  are strictly trained to corroborate/collaborate in such events but in THIS instance they, plus ALL the bank's customers broke out in paroxysms of laughter! (Guffaws?) And one customer in particular pulled out his Smart-phone ear-phones and shared (audio) a song he was toying with re-writing for a David Geffen movie production: "Lay dat Pistol down, Ma! Lay dat Pistol down! U pistol-packin' Mama! Lay dat pistol down!"
(Much-laughter...) Then "DA CLEVER" honored his honorific! The carnage was UN-speakable! He butchered the Smart-phone/audio/smart Ass; kicked him SOLIDLY in the BALLS; terrified bank-tellers swiftly handed over MEGA money bag which prematurely exploded in RED DYE and all and sundry got a dose! Meantime, "ZE CLEVER" then adorned his UNI-BOMBER Ski-mask as an after-thought - for latent disguise purposes and, as he he still had some Non-red-dyed money to burn, indulged everyone in the bank to join him for lunch at the HOUSE OF LEE next door!

Cops "in Bags" eventually arrived, sealed off the bank; "D & D" (Private D-Tect/Lost kids and Found Detective Agency) actually in-tow on quite another case (Spaghetti Factory Hoop-La!) scoped the gig, the Smart phone Vic getting his testicles iced by Pacific-P. Fire Department, money gone, got "peckish, "tutti" bored! Opted to buzz next door. FAB FOOD. House of Lee. Entered. Discounted Halloween. (all customers were splashed in red dye paint!...Except one?) -TOOK DOWN HANNIBAL C. before the General Tso Chicken made the table!

The rest? -Bird's nest Soup!...:)


c 2015/november'/modica/Sicily.

D & D Detective: " Camorra, senza... anti-pasta."


D & D Detective: ! " Camorra... senza... anti-pasta."


People think I'm PAZZO for recounting the cuisine/cucina/criminal cases of One "D & D", private Dick, from the "Missing Kids-Lost & Found -  Detective Agency"? And whilst I do confess to being - technically - brain damaged (Winter of 2015 I contracted and suffered severely from water-based Typhus) leaving me more or less no MORE brain damaged than the entire Human population, I shall, nevertheless, endeavour to prevail with my inherent DNA in-tow over which - as God Will's It? - we all have little or no pre-destined control. Serial killers, incidentally, say the same thing?  Anyhow, the CAMORRA and THEIR DNA is (Ahem! Again:) "in-herently" cannibalistic. Trust me. When the "heat"  is ON they usually throw a couple of their Soldiers to the Wolves, the Heat, a.k.a,  DA COPS, so as not to interrupt business... flogging Designer bags, pantyhose, computer software and  mostly any thing that comes off a boat  - Think Genoa or Hapoli? -  with a French  Haute Couture label; U get the picture? -Which is WHY Mafia-Camorra Soldiers YEARN to be made a CAPO/"Made Man". For the Camorra "cognoscenti",  it's literally a matter of Life...and sometimes, the "Big Asta la Vista!" Ask ANY Wise-guy, for chrissakes!? They are ALL Capos!
OK. "Omerta!" Or, "Umo-umo!" Frickin' silencio!


"D & D" (Remember him?), winning a free travel coupon, so DID...and with commendable futility, as Sicilians do NOT look kindly on ugly Americans with an over-sized penis thingy-whassit   chasing their Belladonna's , getting outrageously drunk, pissing on  Antique Greco-Roman paved streets, D & D was Carrabinieri escorted, hauled into the infamous Palermo drunk-tank which he had to share with the "Great UN-washed", all named "Luigi" (No Capos) and 100 "Stranieri" (African immigrants), recently washed up on Sicily's southern shores (No jokes, folks!) who, unlike the "Luigi" contingent... spoke perfect English!
"D & D"'s closest comrades? IN CARCE, Palermo's Alcatraz, Jumbi and Jango! One a Doctor, the other a Lawyer, ergo, he got a Free medical check-up by Jango, DOC Jango. and by Jumbi, advised of his Civil Right...in Senegal! Clearly, "D & D" was on  WINNER when Chief  Prison-Police CAPO had his ASS hauled out of the community jail-tank, given shower/fresh-est tooth brush and all the Palermo Prison "screws" (prison wardens) suddenly smiled and gave him "Carte Blanche"on their OWN scented/private toilet facilities, respectfully escorted him to the "Throne Room": Policio-Capitano, Luigi Zaza's" Sepulchre; in short, the Capo's lavishly furnished  office- with Renaissance paintings, ornate solid oak desk, bust of  Garibaldi... and sundry Palazzo knic-knacks? But, possibly, from one red carpet situ, - Sad-sap? -  D & D arrived at yet quite another!


"Mamma-mia!" -in-toned - quite dryly -  Super Cop, Head  Prison Warden, owner of the Garibaldi Legion Medal of Honor, etc.." U get Drunk, piss on our streets, insult the honor of our bella Senorini?" he sighed, "But we forgive you...To forgive is to accept you.  And we do? To Welcome U into our Family!"
(D&D, under-nourished, plus the "DT's" did not wisecrack)
 Zaza continued: "An International phone call with (I understand?) recently promoted LOO-Tennante  Rodriguez of ... Los Angeles Police Department... tell me you are, er...a Crimi-Magicano!...? Allure YOU solve-a Mio problemo, I solve-a your problemo? Liberta, Senor ! U and TWO other "Stranieri" are released? Capito, Senore D & D?"
After THREE stinking days and nights in the Palermo "Tank", D & D was positively responsive,despite an acute case of the "D-T's"/alcoholic shakes, and was all ears as Zaza outlined the facts of the case:

 "DID SENATOR Luigi KEE-LL  his wife, or wife then...keell Him-a? In  fit of remorse?, U think, or perche?...  The Senator AND  Wife, both morte! U must understand THESE are two important personages in Palermo. It is CRIMI!...We MUST have eet- solve-a!"

(FANTASY:)
D & D, his wits about him, trusted to his Society.Top-Drawer experience: "Pretty/bella House Maid?", he enquired innocently.
"Si?..." Zaza relucantly replied... "Bella Flaminia!"
"ARREST THE JEZZABEL!!!" -D & D.
"Jezabella?" -querried Zaza.
"SI! YES! Bella-whatsit!"
"But...alleri! Perche?  WHY? Bella-Flaminnia?"
"NO BRAINER, Capitano. ALL the "Stranieri/Boat People are in jail; I know. I just spent 3 days/nights with the suckers, so-obviously, it wasn't an OUTSIDE Assasin. Had to be an INSIDE job!!!




(REALITY)


D & D explained, but mostly "conjured" for his freedom:  "Bella-Flamminia was Senator Luigi's "Frick-doll; ya get it? She's a BABE, his wife is NOT And HE, the Senator, is loosing his TOUPEE/ran out of GLUE/jeesus-Christo/I'VE seen it a HUNDRED times/Your son's wife comes home with a friend/Wife swapping/incest/community shared condoms/don't tell me/I've seen it a thousand times? Maid walks in/NO CONDOM on the mantel next to tjhe photo of Bill Clinton...


 "NO BRAINER, Capitano!" -sez "D & D , "ALL the "Stranieri/Boat People" are in Jail. I just spent 3 days/nights with the suckers so, obviously, it wasn't some outside assassin; Had to be an Inside job?...!..."

Bella-Flammina" D & D explained, was the Senator's FRICK-DOLL. She, unfortunately, got pregnant, got serious and the REST is "Napoli-senza-anti pasta! OK: PALERMO Whatsit!! ?

-D & D would later chuckle at his immediate GRASP of the Italian lingue?) NAPOLI!?Capo Zaza, in exasperation "Napoli!?"
"Revenge!" affirmed D & D. "A VIRGINS honor!?"
"Vendetta?"
"NO vendetta, just one BIG strike! REVENGE!! INSALATA! A dish best serve COLD.
Gasping for breath, exhuding MAXIMUM garlic, CAPO Zaza BELCH: "Da wife?..."
"Innocent bystander." affirmed D & D Frickin' WITNESS to Murder. She HAD to go." -adding, "U should come to L.A.; happens every NANO-second!"
"Nano?"
"Every 5 frickinì minutes! ...And U might wanna give McDonald's on West Pico a "miss". If U don't get a "DRIVE-BY" U may end up with a Subway Pannini up your Ass!
("Confusion/Zaza)
"Don't be - confused?  Capo Zaza." said D & D, reading between Zaza's furrows. "ARREST Jezebel! Whats her frickin' name? ARREST Bella-Flammina!"

ORDERS were issued. Bella Flammina broke down after a "Mild Tuning" from 2 of Palermo's "finest" all wearing Napoleon Hats! (Who would'nt?

D & D, let footloose and "fancy free", elected to FREE only ONE of his chosen fellow Palermo-Drunk-tank, "Grunts!"- prison felons: Jango,the Doctor. (His Liver was playing up?)The Lawyer, from Senegal? -HE got "Pannini"!




c. davedelacroix/modica/Lot'sa VESPAS-No Mods...2016, Ides of March.






Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ D & D Detec: "BIG ON BURRITOES!"


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/....(Scritori dude)


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/MENU for MURDER/D & D: "Big on Burritoes!"



.......He killed her with SOUP! Bad Minestrone della -the Mandrake, the Deadly Nightshade; it all added up. Even D & D -distracted from chasing up lost kid Ahmed, avowed Anti-Infidel anti-semetic (Star of David section).  semetic HIMSELF  and had probably - on his Pappy's purloined bank deposit card -buzzed off to Beirut where the light/horror there would probably ZAP his LITES back to Milwaulkie;

 ...So D & D, on his "Missing Kids' Retrievable Agency" gave AHMED an A-plus? Anyhow, back to the Soup, the Minestrone Situ: ...A SAD SAP appartment, North of Sunset Boulevard...and no-one had paid the electric bill in weeks so the COPS and Cop Techies installed tax-payer-financed Kleig lighting which made the poisonous Soup, the Minestrone  (this is ALL about Soup?) on the gas stove look twice as inviting but also PISSED OFF the North of Sunset Boulevard NEIGHBORS who, trying to get some sleep and ordinarily accustomed to a convenient, day-time Hollywood filming "Shoot": were MUCHO PISSED!
 But not THIS time. Just Soup, apparently. (Minestrone) . No exposure on an ill-lit side street: No opportunity for Cameoes for "Wannabees!" But WORD got out/SPREAD like an Oklahoma brushfire with Herpes: Movie Agents (Star of David Section) blocked All calls! -Which would  put D & D righteously on the Gentile scent? The VIC was a  True Blood Hollyhocks: "DID Rolando-Ziggy-Erskine the THIRD; Talent Humbug -with an ambitious Starlet WIFE; "Did he have a Prosphetic, OR phophetic LEG, not Wooden, not Plastic, can it be EXPLAINED, Horatio?"

Invited to the 3 day old case D & D was in fact allergic to Minestrone laced with Peanuts! (Poor Man's Mandrake.) Obviously, Rolando too. (The Vic?)
North Hollyhocks Police Fortress, (THE RAMPARTS)  incidentally, has a reputation. Most DE-tects think of their actual Police vocation as a back door to Hollyhocks-Movies-Fame!...Minestrone?
"Fricker's DEAD. Looks like Suicide...with a saucepan!"
...But Minestrone WITHOUT a splash of Olive Oil, no sprinkles of Oregano, no Pepper-Nero? Not even a sprig of bowl parsley; forget the peanuts! "JUST where does his Nemisis partake in such Culinary concepts? And just where does the Bitch - his sobbing WIFE  - presently in Widows' "Weeds" chow on down? TACO BELL? Night and day!? BIG, is she, on Burritoes?...

The scene was set. Commiserating DE-tects addressing the weeping Widow, "Take it easy... This shit happens in L.A. every Wednesday...Have some soup..." and D & D chorused, quietly...to the "weeping willow".

"JEEZE! HE'S ALIVE!!!" -Screams D & D.
"Oh, Honey!" -Widow. "I didn't MEAN to Wack U!? U KNOW I love ya!!!???"
(Which amounted to a confession)

MOTIVE?

 THE COPS finally guessed. It was as plain as day. Without KLEIG LIGHTS a blind Man, and to D & D, the "Olde Pyramid Scheme" of  HOLLYWOOD Hope & Loyalty: ONLY YOLANDO, initially: going to advance his Spider's spouse's Career, enjoyed her divine ASS a little too much. Advance her career? No way-JOSE!  Lose her ASS. KEEP her on a string...and, finally, it dawned on the the "WIDOW"?... Turns out they were NOT "technically" Married? YOLANDO enrollerd a bunch of cynical movie "EXTRAS"  to en-act "Poo-tay"! Cinamon & Lace: She was hooked! And TWO whole years of her valuable Starlet-Youth: BETRAYED!!!...in the Great Hollyhocks Pyramid Scheme/otherwise known as "Isreali  Occupied Terroritory"... And WHY are these Semites SOOOOO tribal and incidiously incesst-ual!? No Health Insurance?... For an extra ten Dimes...
YO!...I loosely quote Persian Poet HAFIZ: .".Don't think about your foreskin?...Never mess with a Tiger's Cubs?...And never-EVER mess with a Woman's Illusions!..."
THIS Woman saw the light!...

Whilst the COPS wetre busy guessing, "RUDY DA NOODLE", recently Arrested for several Domestic-Poisoning, confessed to the murder of the Lindenberg Baby Kidnapping, the "Grassy Knoll" -thingy, sinking of the Titanic (witjh a self constructed TOPEDO) and yet further confessed to quitting the Hollyhocks/Glendale Community Homosexual Theatre to go back to YAWNSVILLE, Minnesota, maybe later, to gravitate towards the Big Apple (NYC), Broadway: The Faggot-Kibbutz!?

So LIKE Pontius Pilote, Administer of Tiberian Rome, D & D washed his hands - to be haunted by his judgement - and passed on the Minestrone, later, to graze on a super-picante Chicken Burrito/green Salsa!

...Back in his CRIB...D & D wondered how Anti Semetic kid - the Muslim branch?- how Ahmed , a Semite - was handling...War torn Beirut?... And hoping - with great heart -  the kid would somehow come out alive...?



c 2015/dave delacroix/...D & D DE-tect-




D & D -Detective: "The GORGONZOLA MAN."


D & D Detect: "The Gorgonzola Man."


NEVER KISS a man/woman with Facial Herpes... Usually en-crusted in the crevices of their mouths?... Discreet, re-mote Colonies strewn around the planet play host to these UN-thinking/frivolous scarred folks. Bloody ISLANDS of them! Some, Pacific: BIKINI ATOLL. Some, decidely frigid: ANTHRAX Island, Scotland. Every day a ferry arrives, off-loads its Cold Sore sufferers... Old Island Hands, faces blackened by disease, check-off the new arrivals: "Stilton! La Gruyere! Gorgonzola! Sage Derby, gone to seed! WHOA!!! ROQUEFORT MAN!"

D & D had read about these Gastronomic Exiles in some Periodical, probably edited by Food-Czar, Tony "Anthony" Boudain who, except  from a short bout of "Blue Squid Rash", had largely escaped most negatives of the "Holy Cucina."

The GORGONZOLA MAN? -Anyone who has ever accepted a FREE Cheese Cookie on the Santa Monica cliff-side board-walk, need not read further, excepting to say, this particular SERIAL KILLER had a lot in common with Sweeney Todd.
Sweeney T. Barber/Frieseur-dude, who cropped clients heads a might too close, took their heads completely off then made MEAT PIES with the bodies  in his Fleet Street, London basement to an in-delicate profit?

The GORGONZOLA MAN? That Cheese Salad buffet he rented on Santa Monica's 3rd. St. promenade, thankfully,  became Swiss Cheese once D & D scented the Bad Brie!

ZOOT ALLORS (for that was his Punk Rocker "handle" before he was DE-frock ed for playing Rhythm & Blues) was POISONING his fellow Musical-Anarchists of yest-er-year.
Problem WAS, D & D couldn't prove it. No-one could. -For every LETHAL "pannini", the son-of-a-bitch foisted half a dozen  O.K. stale SUBS (Heroes/long sandwiches)....!

"Breaking & Entering" (Burglary) wasn't at ALL D & D's style, but in cahoots with "Lilly-White", CARL BLAKE (Central L.A. Detective and Papa of MISTY, a Zoot Allors Victim), D & D rapidly surveyed ZOOT'S kitchen-Culinary-additives, guessed correctly, and saw to it that Zoot would be hung by his own petard, adding Zoot's elixir to Zoot's own laid out breakfast platter. ERGO! A week later? A GARGOYLE felon, barely distinguishable from the "Creature from the Black Lagoon" with Blue speckles/veins, ranking like a burnt-down Parmesan Cheese factory during mating season), ZOOT took  Merchant ship from San Pedro harbour (Port of Los Angeles) to exile and hell; possibly, no worse off than  - if busted? - 25 to life in CHINO?

And so it goes. Pass the frickin' cheese!...






D & D -DETECTIVE: "NO discount for MURDER!"



D &D -Detective: "NO discount for Murder..."


 ....No-one knows what was going through D & D's mind on the "Day of the Dead (Dia de las Muertes)." He'd seen more than his share: THE DEAD? And his re-remembrance? Stuff of fondness? Unlikely, considering his De-tect KIDS: "Lost & Found" Investigations Business? Or night-mares, less we forget; THE HORROR?... D & D had had his share IN THE ECONOMY SIZE and "discount for Murder" always comes at - personal - inflationary prices. Ask any Coroner... or Cops? Some Cops (Case Detectives) go to their graves with murderer-taped victim's  pleas/screams bouncing 'round their heads?... As for the latest?

MANUEL LABOR, so called 'cos he took his time over freaking out, murdering, then dissecting his KNOWN 80 (Eighty) VICS, South side of San Diego, North side TIJUANA, Mexico, suggestive? PERP must have had a big kitchen? -and was, according to LEW-tenant YOLONZO, a product of "Bad Salsa", bad "Something." -like the thriving worm in a bottle of prized Tequila? -which made NO sense down at City Hall (L.A.), but NOT for Private Dick, D & D (U lose 'em, WE find 'em) Detective Agency.

D & D "nailed da TABASCO" up at PEPE'S TACO GRILLO down on Pico Blvd, the  border of West Hollywood and Santa Monica. (Always a famous TWILIGHT ZONE). It was a NO-BRAINER. Senor PEPE, owner-manager-sadistic pervert was expanding his Taco food Chain and knocking off UN-documented Waitresses, "Illegals", essentially Socially sanctioned Murder-Rape fodder!

D & D got him on a PEPPE'S TACO GRILLO "napkin" tucked inside a VIC's "Intimissi" power bra which Pepe - in frantic butchery? - had failed to observe.  Plus? PEPE'S TACO GRILLO (the one on West Pico) was a KNOWN eatery for Serial Killer/Ghouls-wannabees, having once been featured in a "Slasher" B-movie.

D & D discounted several of the known "regulars"/Usual suspects/wannabee Serial Killers... and took a lonesome look at the Eateries owner who vaguely reminded him of an Hispanic WAYNE GACEY! And sharper than an HABENERO Chilli, Pepe (Manual Labor) "checked-in" when confronted by D & D presenting him with photos of his dead VICS. So enamoured with the Cop's blatant murder photos, he let it slip that HE had a matching pair! Arrogant/Idiot? "AY CARAMBA!" Who knows the ways of Psycho-killers?...

...His later - official - "confession" was extracted by TWO BRUISER Detectives from West Hollyhocks Division down at the LAPD sweat shop from Hell (In SAN PEDRO) where he was given the "legal choice" of "Confess or DIE"?

So D & D, yet again, had scored. But to the Working Folks/Hispanic, largely Illegal Los Angeles community, he would remain largely unknown: A Gabaucho!"Da Kops got dare Manno! And many Padres and Madres breathed a sigh of relief for their little Senoritas.



c 2015/davedelacroix, Nov.






"D & D" -DETECTIVE: "DUCK SOUP!"



D & D Detectice/MENU FOR MURDER>  Duck Soup!


"Duck Soup!"



BE-BOOP-A-LOOPA! Heart! "D &/D" at cross purposes with the Santa Monica fellas "in bags", he  caught a much needed consultation FEE after a disastrous weekend at the Santa-Anna Racetrack, looking for a lost "No Chance" of finding: "Miss Lost & Found": Miss Suzie Q. Maybe blond? 15 going on 35... U gettin' this? Lost kid on a Milk Carton? And "D & D" got GRIPPED?...to find?... (Rich parents.) To Santa Monica, North of Venice California, where the "debris" meets the Sea...

So. Onward! Muggy ol' Southern California morning. The sun wouldn't or couldn't shine. Smog, over.- cast. The MEAN season. COPS in dress uniform (Bags) Tee shirts, sweating, but couldn't get a tan? -Tip-toe-In around some news-worthy  blood and gore: The Celebrity CHEF, Rodrigo Katzenburger! Owner of Celebrity Chef. Outlets on MELROSE, Sunset Boulevard. TV Canned SOUP!!!  DISMEMBERED:With his OWN Celebrity Carving knife Set, no less... However, the Guy DID - apparently - have a HEART?...It kept on pumping gushes of OOZE - witnessed by "the UN--usable/ UN-reliables  - male/female -  who go by the name of "Ralph"- witnesses and  who get to write the neighborhood  history books. And, why they are  sometimes accurate, don't ask me why? Maybe because, alternatively,  when Hollywood's MEDIA shows up it always ends up Creme-puff? - Grab da Kleenex: A HUMAN story? ("Let's talk about our FEELINGS?)

 And a fella called Howard - wannabee Newshound - ran for his Cam-Corder but missed Rodrigo's Swansong before being arrested;  But he DID get to sweep the domestic debacle. (Hard to miss?) lingering on what in fact was SPLURGE Tomato soup...turning to mud on the High end, left-front gas ring? "COOK-A-BILL-E-TEE" thingy -he surmised, considering its  potential Video-news-promo to Chanel 5: "Suzie Toyota Reporting!"; DANG She gonna EAT this!?....which was WHEN (which was then:) when Santa Monica's "finest" barged in like Jack-whatsit from TV series: "24":
"PUT THE WEAPON ON THE GROUND!!!...er..."PUT THE CAM-CORDER ON THE FRICKIN' GROUND!"....
Poor Howards Scoop got grounded!

D & D, having just arrived, putting the Suzie-Q/missing kid case on hold, addressed the cops, ambulance man, the fireman, Uncle Tom Cobbley and All: "S'UP!?"
"Katzenburger got sliced!" -responded a cop in "bags", distracted; vaguely toying with the idea of investing in a new big screen TV with inter-net Conn/display.
"Rodrigo cooked the Goose!" -elucidated the Fireman.
"Rodrigo IS Goose!" -suggested the semi-medically trained - Paramedic; "With Tomato Soup!"

Detective Nalty, dressed in Monkey shit coloured Fedora and Rat's piss colored Mackintosh - on the advice of his Holly-hocks Talent Agent, poking his head out into the crowded corridor, seeing D & D: "DAT U, Big D?" and laughing: "Always on the scene, eh? U wanna Confess TO or help solve this Baby?" And aside, to the corridors assembly, "Sorry fellas. No GOOSE. Just Tomato soup!"
"Bloody, hu?" commented one of the cops.
"Fatal!" replied Nalty. "Forgot to add Basilicum!"

Invited, D & D surveyed the culinary crime scene: "Yup. Basilicum. Get U every time."
"He didn't stand a chance!" -poked in a  rookie cop, intruding on the crime scene like a "Wookie" from Star Wars.
"Say wha?" asked D-tect Nalty.
"Out-knifed! Clear-cut; no? -the rookie, absorbed: "Sheffield Steel. If I read this right?" -fingering the evidence.
"You mean, out-Gunned?" -said D & D, with a straight face: "10 against ONE!?"
The Rookie was ejected from the crime scene.

"I HATE to quote Frank Zappa, but: WELL!??" unleashed Nalty, thinking D & D had chewed his "cud" long enough.
"WHEEEE'LL?" responded D & D, "Don't take this as Gospel and DO NOT make BOOK, but I think the solution to your homicide, taking it AS a homicide, discounting the possibilities of a ferociously determined suicide or a culinary HIGH NOON involving - even as we speak TEN Mescaleroes covered in Tomato GOOP waiting on the "ZEPHYR" down at Union station, bound for Acapulco...?"
"Cut to  the chase, Big D" exclaimed Nalty, exasperated. "I'm NOT on overtime and KATHLEEN - Mrs Nalty to you? - promised me Pate fois Gras after the late night movie!"
"You're being OBTUSE, Nalty. At least, I hope U are? But, OK. I'll deal..."

D & D continued: "Detective Nalty: Mon Dude! The solution to this debacle lies at ANY Super-market check-out stand..."
Nalty was impatient: "Big D! Jesus! U on DRUGS!? And  I'm not sure what Obtuse means? Sounds like some kind of venereal disease? And PUR-LEEZE let's not get into THAT. Frick'in EXPLAIN Sherlock!?"
"OK, Nalty. I'll make it easy. Here's the ORIGAMI! Super-market check out counter, right? Gossip magazines! Insider Mags. U don't do grocery shopping? Ask Kathleen/Mrs Nalty?  -where U read Hollywood Yaketty-Yak. The Stars! In front of the Camera. BEHIND the Camera! Who's bonking Who? Who's IT? Who's IN? Who is..."
"Who is OUT?" -concurred Nalty.
"Your VIC, " sighed  D & D, "El Katzen-whatsit? is KNOWN to be switching TV Networks... (There's) NO secrets in Hollywood, brother. INFORMATION is POWER as some dead movie producer-power broker once plagiarized from some penniless writer. Anyhow, Katzen-dudes Producer ALSO named Katzen-thingy, was going to lose his Yamaka over our Vic's networks change! Add to THAT? -trouble was brewing on the set! It's common - Insider knowledge! Apparently, ONE Katz got respect (the one leaving) and the OTHER Katz, little or none since having HIS credit embossed on the fade-out credits which NOBODY except the mindless/ retarded bother to read anyhow!?"
D & D looked at Nalty's blank stare.
"U with me SO far, Detective?"
Nalty, finally: "So?..."

"SO," concluded D & D, taking up the slack: "Show-biz competition/jealousy in Technicolour/ /revenge/who got the biggest Yamaka; who frickin' knows? Ask any In-side/Insider and 5 wìll get U 10 THEY won't know either! Ya foll-a DUCK SOUP!!! -Hollywood Style!... So, Detective, take the already assembled KEYSTONE COPS and swoop on down to Senor Producer Katzies Laurel Canyon - once ritzy - bungalow and 5 will get U ten he's making Tomato soup, or rather, trying to send it to Chinatown!"
"Laundry?"
"On the button!..."
D & D, then turning to the soup/blood spattered kitchen: "Here! A jar of Basilcum. Better take it with U, hu?"
Detective Nalty took the jar: "Yo! Just in case." And grinned...



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ D-D-Detective: MENU FOR MURD'AH!: "Doc Salad & Mr Fried."


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix esq./D-D-Detective: MENU for MURDER! -"Doc Salad & Mr Fried."



Forensics? Actually, not one of the seven tribes commemorated on the Jewish candle holder, cast light and shadows in many a corner.... SPOOKY!
Private Dick, "D & D!": "THIS sonofabitch, frickin' SERIAL KILLER, is a hot tomato; if we don't saute his ass  in a WOK... he's bad boogie to catch, and ya can quote me!?"
That the PERP coated his victims, first in mixed salad, according to the Police Semite Department, then went at their "Salad con Mayo" smeared torsos with an artists Bunsen burner/extra Virgin Olive Oil...had all & sundry -non-plussed!
Initially, "D&D" figured twins. The Menendez brothers. Piccolini intelligentsia? But under the influence -lethargic days and nites - exposed to several celebrity cooking TV shows - he renounced ALL logic and then casually suggested to the LAPD "powers-dat-be": "Look for a "Saucier", a "Short Order Cook" or a "Sushi-Kamikaze-maniac!"
...Crystal ball?

2 Sushi Chefs in Santa Monica were immediately arrested on culinary/homicidal misdemeanours (Didn't know how to prepare Blow fish). Several Short Order Cooks in Orange County were busted outright! -Spread of SELOMINA! They were - all to a man! - chronic masturbators, never washed their hands, then served up Cheeseburgers!
The Saucier, a misfit-UBER-mensch was eventually nailed by D-tect super-market surveillance purchasing galoshes of Salad Cream and canisters of Calor-Gas at "Ralphs" super mart in Malibu, repetitively, on his ONLY - notable - "Big Lowbowski" "Ralphs" discount I.D. card.
The Paparazzi (inside COPS moles/I.C.M's) had a field day. Why wouldn't they?...

"D&D"'s consultation, and at his direction, actually led to the bust, nevertheless felt it wise to remain in the brouhaha shadows. Still; the need to check out DOC SALAD & MR FRIED's low rent Studio City apartment, whilst not undertaken Forensically, and no-way Biblical in annotation, nevertheless had its own revelations: A wardrobe chocka with TWO-TONE outfits. In the garage? TWO Corvettes. One RED, the other one in blue. In the bathroom (where do psychos spend their leisure hours?) photos of hookers in pairs, kids, basically; and TWINS -when available: The conclusive evidence?... On top of a wardrobe of TWO-TONE garments: One serious gaudy neck-tie portraying elephants, whales and monkeys, all looking happy!
Spooky.
Homo Sapien has been trying to either annihilate or eat these critters since Time began!

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

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


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


(dedicato: Robert Gonzales)


DROWNING, not WAVING!
Drowning not Waving (flap-flap!),
SCREAMING, not Singing,
SCRAWLING, not Composing;
in an UN-Mood state, a USA state of mind?

U can add Romanian Paprika?
U can add Garlic from Sicily?
An Onion from France?
A Bagel from New York Citeeeee?

YAKKIN', not Conversing
Kissing but NOT loving,
I'm Walking, but not progressing (mostly alone)
And THINKING but not believing
burning LOGIC in my mind;
I guess, just LOOKING for that TWIST
to UN-ravel what windes?
.Lookin' for dat TWIST to UN-ravel
just what windes?


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sweet Cigarette"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sweet Cigarette"

(Pure Tobacco, I roll/looks like a joint).

Sweet Cigarette, after dinner, before breakfast, with coffee, with brewskies; sweet cigarette? How "OFT" I pine, between Meal times, for your succulent lisp? And hang my head in sadness that the product that kick-started the USA Economy (Tobacco?) is now persecuted, socially, absurdly Taxed?

Sweet Smoker-roo? A plant, a gift like Marijuana-HEMP, that grows by the wayside?


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Our Man in Europe/fave delacroix/ "WHOA BABEE!!!"



oUR mAN IN eUROPE/dave delacroix/ "WhoA Babee!"


THIS BOY's takin- a PISS! Mary, Jesus & frickin Joseph?.... physically, metaphorically, this SIDE of the river Rhine? ....
THIS BOY's taking a SHINE , BHUDDA BOY, in the Ganges, HIS BODY, decaying, yet somehow meant to be?
And all the FUCKERS in the World? Trying to scratch MONETARY POWER; no kissin', no belonging, Suit and Tie, kickin' in where MONEY belonging? Keep the slaves Cool. Give 'em God and some semblance of Justice: Give 'em Rock & Roll.? A Religion.

THIS BOY; pissin' his pants, tryin' to look GOOD in the eyes of the next Belladonna; dat BOY who will find a WAY NOT..... say NOT to pay your TAXES, pay YOU: see my FINGER!? ...And "Honey? U ask where I stand?"

My finger on the trigger of the volition of my own choosing?... Afterall? It's STILL a big World. POWER-FUCKS leave ME, People like Me....Leave us alone. We dont want your GODS. We certainly do NOT want your Taxes: ADIOS!....:and,  whatever: Welcome to your JUNGLE: Vaya con dios!
So where was I, and what THE FRICK was I talking 'bout!?...


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Monday, November 27, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "La Strada."


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "La Strada."



(dedicato: Nicola Segreto)


...Loneliest Dude DOWNTOWN, loneliest Gal in da CASA? Loneliest KIDS down on the Skids, loneliest Vespa Ragazza, /ragazzo Strada, Night Rider?
Lonely BELLADONNA, "senza lavorno" (no job); lonely Madre-Padre? Bambini.Aviento? VAI! It's a lonely ol' Night, downtown; some November canzone?

Lonely young "Handicapped", wheelin' in a CHAIR, looking UP at a Life - for her? - NOT down there? No blinking eyes, nor seductive smile; no Vespa to SOMEPLACE...over the rainbow?

No Soldier, Sailor, Airman called to WAR, sitting in a washed out trench or...a Prisoner of War; no lonely Saturday, no Sunday night HUG that which once WAS a lonely, lonely night?

Whilst Lonesome, lonely XMAS: here it comes? Shoes ON your feet, a Life, some mental chewing gum? A sparkle in your eye, a sparkle on the SEA reminding Man or Beast of that portent of ALL things yet to BE; how the KIDS RUN, run & run & run?

Loneliest Dude, UPTOWN-Downtown, the loneliest Lady in her tower of Love; the loneliest Kids, the God sent "Mischief-Makers", bustin' DESTINY -like KIDS!? And that Solitary Man, that Singular Heroine, SOLO,  Vespa-Night Rider....on La Strada?


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Saturday, November 25, 2017

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



Our Man in Europe/dae delacroix/ "Solare"


(Just observations....I will be in Latin America in January, but I CARE 'bout the People here; my Fiends?..... Albeit a Poem and a Half?)


...WAITRESSES here in Sicily, unlike waitresses in Los Angeles who need Cocoa Cola  to function like the ALL NITE REVIEW Ladies, down by LAX (Airport), (MY BRAIN S..S. SO SLOW) which is why - at this moment? -  U get such  S, S,  Slow POETRY Service; the Experience U INVENT...which is your projected satisfaction; add a Bow  Jeeves & Hawkes tie and visual-chronic masturbation in the "Client", Reception area :  Savoy Hotel, almost Soho, almost C..C..Covent Garden, but the Q...Q...Queen of "The Strand", THE SAVOY HOTEL, the  washroom; my Goodness! U are almost there...with a Fantabulous Credit Card!!! And some UK Sunday Times', Waugh fagot Blues? With Cinzano & Canapes who could want for more plus an UN-limited Project expenditure, funding courtesy of the BBC (Israeli Occupied Territory)....

Parked my Butt at my local Pub, Murphy's (Sicilian-Irish): "Non Violence against Women" Protest Gathering, down n Piazza Scandilitto, over looking the Marina, the harbour and the wild, anarchic sea, still yet to be controlled in Man's infinite stupidity?  Mind? Ot DON'T Mind? Or the whiplash tongue that can send her Sailor Boys, down into foreign shores or onto rocks he could not, setting sail for-see? Not with-standing,  shrouded, island, Widows who mourn a foolish Sea Captain, and his Crew...never to return?

WAITERS, Waitresses, here in Sicily, they honour the TITLE: "Camerae.".....; pretty much EVERY ONE of them has a Diploma from the famed  University in Palerma, Roma, Milano, Torino: some testimonial?
Yet STILL, Italy, Sicily, on a daily basis - July/August, capito, it 's too damn hot! - Winter, Spring, Fall
ALL business's CLOSE between 1.30 till 5.30 every afternoon...which does NOT attract International Investment? And ike ALL Waitresses in SHANGHAI (China) say:....NO SAK-SAK!!!... So WHO to complain, "This is NO Country for Young People?", Unlike TEXAS, USA, "NO Country for Old Men?" ....U reap what U Sow: CATCH-22...

LUIGI: "Davida!"
Mio: "Yo!"
Luigi: "Just got back rom England!"
Mio: "Cool. What do U DO there?"
Luigi: "Pizzeria!"
Mio: "CCool!"
MIO: "OK. Pizzeria. When U finish Work, what do U do?"
Luigi: "We FRICK OFF DOWN TO DA PUB!!!!

......LUIGI & MIO, (2 DUDES) who  are NOT even REMOTELY "Palestinian" or "Samaratino", or WHATEVER are trying to SELL (ahem!) to the BBC (Israeli Occupied Territory) the SICILIANO-ENGLESE-PIZZA-CONNECTION.....(A Euro-Migrant Sitcom)


(Already! Great response! I've been offered a JOB picking Oranges in JAFFA! (Israel) WHOO!!!)


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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

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

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

ANY given NIGHT, any  Sunday/Monday moment of your Life?
Any given Romance-Last Chance? Any forgotten, wistful, given lovin', lovin'  glance?

Any BLUE Sky, any GIVEN kiss (U forgot about?), any given "Heartbeat", somethin', any chance U missed!?
And any LUCK that shined upon U; and a  sad refrain; recounting?...

Any Song of Songs, written, crossed your Heart; and  ANY which way but to lose; or the Devil racing in your Blues?
Or any time U spend a Dime that ain't "do'in" what it's s'posed to do?, making your fella' Man just as Strong as U... like that cold wind Winter's Coffee brew? In Your shoes!?

Any given Wishes, CHRISTMAS, birthdays, presents for the KIDS -fallen on stoney ground? And ANY forgotten kisses, Belladonna, later ON, but now UN-found?

....Any "misbehavin'", any Truth I told, come back a'haunting & cold?

(Kitchen conversation: "DAVE!!! U ever thought 'bout goin' back to MINNESOTA!?"....."Honey? I'm not FROM Minnesota!!!?")

Any given Sunday,any given MONDAY, any given night, any given Light,  shine on?  And any  given MOMENT: U shine on.
And any  given Moonshine? And any  given twilight? -And any given Sunday- second thought coming on;
That "any given Sunday", somehow, goes along...this side of Paradise?..

(Front Porch conversation: "Are we takin' the Kids down to the BEACH now; or BUCKETS & SPADES! -we taking da Kids down to da Beach!?").... and, ("Go start the Car!!!")....


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Sunday, November 19, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Zing-Zing!"


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Zing-Zing!"


(dedicato: Maestro Keyboard Artist, Pete Nalty)


ZING-Zang!
ZIG-Zoo!!
Kit-Kat!
OUTTA'
Yabba (YABBA) YOO!

It's a: KIK QUIK!
QUIK-Inside!
INSIDE!?
Zabba-ZWEE!
U-U!!!

"C'mon SHAKE MEH!!!"

Come Cold Northwind!?
ZOO-zah!
Oh; La-LA!
On ya KNEES
(Have Mercy!);
ZING-Zing!.... (Zing-zing & fade.).....



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Man who Saw Tomorrow."



Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Man who Saw Tomorrow."


(dedicato: Sir John Waller, Bart.)


The MAN who SAW Tomorrow (maybe U acquainted/maybe U?) -"picka-picka-picka, ENSHRINED (U) in his EYE, seeing ALL the houses, buildings, Cities, Bank Accounts, the bridges, the sailing ships (now sunk), all come to nought in a DETRITUS; that cornerstone of "fast-buck" ingenuity?
Is that a Jewish thing? Or is that an Arab thing? Or is that an Arab against Jewish-Arab thing? And does THAT make it an "Anti-Semitic" thing? "Semitic Man commits Anti-Semitic Act? U go figure? And where does it END?"
Or maybe it's MONGOLIAN? Or, maybe, that inherent sickness: let's call it GREED?....And leave the good People of Mongolia OUT of the equation?
The MAN who SAW Tomorrow, despite his Ocular advantage, wished it was YESTERDAY, a frickin' "Timepiece" that YOU could "behold", Love, caress OR at LEAST make that SUCKER sit still?...No dice.
The MAN who SAW Tomorrow said: "Arrivederci!" to his kids, his girlfriend, his WIFE, to his goddamn LIFE and to a World he'd known before? Kindness? Bitterness? Hopes? Joy? Love and HATE (Hate, goddamn it!!!) STUFF! Like Fish gone South in a Refrigerator or a LIMP DICK on a Saturday Night!? JEEZE U don't know da meanin' of Heartbreak!?....Sittin' on a Porch, no Whisky, no Smokes, no Marylou, no frickin' BANJO!....just between now, THEN,  but not next: that UN-tomorrow of your iniquity?....
(Singing:) "Oh, the Grand old Duke of York? He had 10,000 Men? He marched them up to the top of the hill and then he marched them down again! And when they were UP they were UP and when they were DOWN they were down? And when they were only halfway up they were only halfway down!"

(Altogether now:) And when they were UP they were only HALF WAY down!

The MAN who SAW Tomorrow, he don't wash much, some Samaritan shows up once in a while, clips his whiskers; he  pretty much grinds around, sucks on Ol' Pa's Moonshine, don't make no sense; chewing CUD, making dumb figurines outta' Wood;  Arab? Jewish? Negro? White boy? WE think of him as an American; least ways, from Tennessee, some kinda Citizen of the Planet? Some Old Boy. The Fool on the Hill? Kids gather, tell he's known to tell Stories? (Git on home with Ya!).Y'all give him some space, ya hear,.U traveller who pass on by?.....


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his sad Life, HIS WORLD; he KNEW, but HAD to UN-knowing: Kindness, bitterness, love and hate like old fish in a refrigerator past its date, sitting all alone with a SKILL SAW in his hands, having CUT Time in HALF....?

Saturday, November 18, 2017

ur Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fratello!"... (Dude)


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fratello!" (Brother-Dude?)


....U da WORST dude on the Planet, finally, it's Official, tell ya Gal, tell ya Publicist, tell ya Mama, tell ya Papa, do U Talk da Talk or do U Walk da Walk OR are U SOOOO over Gold, MIR and Frankincense,,,,,,costing  the Ragazzi to put on a SHOW, bags of Love, bags of Cocaine, abstract, idiotic, a song with a stupid refrain, that pitiful GIGABYTE U got in your "double helix"; sister-brother kissing goodbye at the start of an important journey? And just WHO amongst the DETOX Angels will support your, as yet, untried "dynamic" on it's rocky road//"destino"? -your MAN, your Brother; your Brother-Man. The Dude who prevails, and by doing so...honours God in self-inflicted infernos like only "Kin" can?... Away, away, sad, poignant bird of Youth and re-invent some jazz, some blues, some righteous UN-belonging....

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix / "Jeeves & Hawkes" (Tailors: Saville Row)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Jeeves & Hawkes" (Tailors; Saville Row, Central London)

ALL U GARMET FUCKS...U got NOTHING, u got the ZERO in your CLOTH, feel the LENGTH, the VIDEO  FUCK,  the WIDTH (When U have had your Breakfast?)...Hari Kristianna! Ave Maria, Salam Allickum or Moseltov; a brave WORLD of Outfitters? "My left leg; blew off in the Great War; but I should look SPIFFING in "Plus.4s, U think? Spring for some silk shirts, a Cravat at......round the corner....remind me; double barrel name; that WAR thing; nothing is ever the same: AH: "Turnbull & Asser"! Used to know a MAN their, but killed in a "trench" WHIZZ-BOOM...It was, I recall, on a Sunday?"
GAS ATTACKS!? No worries. WE are the MASKED Men, the Masked Warriors in the TOILET of other Men's Idealology of Human Excretia; an Enigma of Existential Disgust; a  SUICIDAL - "Or the TOP beckons our LIVING despair?to be buried, planted, Poppies, row on Row making COMFORT for THE FUCKS who suggested/Commaded: ""Make it SO!"
Some BRAVE YOUNG GALS and Dudes out there "succubucking your Succubus", that inherent Vanity of your Trade? Their Noble Corpses? And  ALL NATIONALS, trying to STAMP OUT "Miss Piggy: IGNORANCE, Despotism? The SEPERATION of CHURCH and the "Usual" corrupt business of a Nations aspirations?.....Which young MAN had the guts to go, TO WAR in YOUR "delivery"
Never mind the Quality> think -bout da Width!!!

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OUR Man in Europe, Esq.

Let me guess: His name, "Arash",, named after a great Persian God hunter, laid slain by an American, Russian, English 7.62 SLR Rifle, some OPPOSING casual affair/some Cat gets close in the DARK: "We take him OUT; Man, woman or Child?"

U now? In delirium, I guess I made a good Report? In MY sector the Fascists got "Bad Liver"; needed some stitching? y Boys fired encore----Always hard to tekk...the almost living from the dead^ And should I distinguish - if GOD - is not there? - the Killers, killed nd/or their cries of Mercy...in fast dispatch, or departing? What GOD cries, except: "Woe to the Vanquished?"in a sea of blood?
EXCUSE ME; battle dress attire;




And there I am, missing my Football Scoring calf, heel, ankle, 5 little Whassit, m bloody RIGHT-WINGER FOOTwrestles my carcass, puts a pillow (bag of WINE corks) under my bloodied head

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ No Smart Phone, No Lighter!



Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No Smart
Phone, No Lighter."

CELL phone, THE STARE before THE STARE, before the Smart Phone, that change of dress from tweed to plaid, U strut on by, the CELL> U and Me...not there_yet like our Love, U are never alone and a slice of Pizza never taste so good, in a Tuxedo I ain-t gonna KILL the drunk or dispose of his BODY in the NORTH SEA another one of your Party rejects; But KILL with a Kitchen knife, Aresenic or just make HARRY disappear, don-t forget to look good when Detectives say> @We look queer!@_ Yet we-ll get away with love and loss, in  our confession, love and loss, that SUCKER ù on his OWN volition  ù jumped off the White Cliffs of Dover singing a Jimmy Cliff Song...?
u & i trust eachother.....in a small world where Murdereers che
w their chew_what MAGI, sits, screws, used, under writes, "in esse", "en que" and then SINGS: "Many Rivers to Cross" then confesses...in a STARE....without a Smart/Cellphone...to his or HER own component of incriminating  self-destruction?
Cell Phone, Smart, next Gizmo, attempt punctuation, to solve the diction of the CRIME (Detectives do?)  where the blood on the knife is wiped before your living eyes? Please: Comment? -An Inspector?
(Because, Dave, here....seriously.... GOING quite BLIND cannot work this stupid laptop
And U can Lay to THAT!), would U like to suggest a Confession?
"I WILL! And I DO!!!...
YO HO HO; da Drink. Yo ho ho: THE DEVIL!!! YO; U Betcha! YO! And YO!....We'll come along side....on the Ebb tide; we'll come along: on the Other Side. Yo-ho-ho ME'Boys! Hold your heads up high!!!" (And Forever!)


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Friday, November 10, 2017


oUR mAN IN eUROPE/DAVE DELACROIX/ "THE dIAMON IN YOUR eYE.


(for Claudia Loens)



A Diamond in your Eye (A story/concept for a 1 hour BBC-TV Play)


Jesu-WHOOSH! Heart-stricken, fools at play and ALL the belladonna, wisp mini skirts, panty-flash, boys cavort in Crotch Snatch, upon a dead meadow of Amphora: triple lutes, pipes and timbrels,  that resonate in a rainfall of adulation; satyrs hang, lassiez-fair upon clouds that have no meaning, an ambuscade, explodeing; girls twitter, men and boys scatter to the four winds in a garden of enlightenment lacking no human necessity on a Ladies swing, an Up and sway, late afternoon under a bough of Poetry? A Fragonarde pictorial?

Jesu-Whoosh; a diamond in your eye; U just killed me with the Company Boss, U just TOOK - crumpled - in your PINKIES my Career, my Life, My Wife, My Kids, my World Co-Co Chanel? Sharp Tits? (Maybe Samson & Delilah?) A WHOOSH! High & LOW; a boogaloo: A laissez-fair; but, Jeeze, LADY, U got your "Treasure" but I've got a Dick that will ALWAYS lead me to Treasure Island, Jim Hawkins, Long John Silver etal: Beyond and ABOVE, the adventure begins, late afternoon under a bough of Poetry...and the diamond in your eye? As for when I tear down your fragile Canvas? Unlike U? I never will. Yet neither will I walk away.....?

And All the Neidersachsen Witches pour into their cauldron of spit and stitches, fife and drum, curse and Hell, the worm and the marrow; a devil's doctor's poultis of Tomorrow: Jesu-Whoosh!......(Sure glad I'm not Religious?) Can U lend me $20?...


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Our Man in Euroe/dave delacroix/ "BARSTOW, California: 10 Miles, Eastside desert, or West."


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/: "BARSTOW, California; 10 miles, East side...or West?"


(Singing:) "My underpants ARE PISSED WET THRU, GOD DAM-IT, u MADE ME come AND all MY NEXT GIRLFRIENDS ARE GONNA moan FOR SOME kind OF SEXUAL LUBRICATION?....I ain't sitting on the dock of the bay?-I'm on INTERSTATE-15, old Route "66"? Like some Coyote? Like some Lone Wolf? Jes' tryin' to figure out a Melody that gives our Hearts some Juice? Between LAS VEGAS and L.A; a town called BARSTOW; doin' its best like any Town can, and in Good Faith, ain't gonna take no shit: and giving it all away? Barstow: California!  Let the Pontiac's, the Corvettes, the Chevrolet's: let them ZOOM into the desert sunset whilst  Barstows History of travellin' souls carry ALL the way on....Tabasco, cold beer, whisky or die?.....:)

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Symphonica: UMA-UMA!"



Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Symphonica: Uma-Uma!"


(dedicato: Bill Houston)


1) Zoom Room

Everyone is MOVING to da ZOOM ROOM; got space? Get ya ASS to the Zoom Room! OUTTA space? NO swimming pool, no private "king" Lear jet? No Lifestyle (above & beyond) U can NEVER get! (So don't worry) Every SCMUCK is off zooming to the ZOOM room; it's a place U CANT buy and/or  - on a foggy night - rarely find? And I have it on good authority, the ZOOM ROOM (free to rent or let?) is that PLACE in your Mind, that place where U can UN-wind where U and I - rumour has it? -  have never met?

2)  The Valley

I went DOWN to Jesus, DOWN to Moses too; I went down to da VALLEY and there...was U? And I saw your eyes-wide, as in TERROR, down to  the Valley; no place to hide?...DOWN in the Valley wishing I was (Biblical) LOTT; down in the "VAL" with Malibu dreams; no chance of a Taxi to elevate Me? YO! I went down to the Valley, a 1-way conversation, in the Valley, no sense, no logic conclusion? I went down to the Valley on a Saturday night and I didn't come up till a Sunday's Roast  carving knife?

3)  Nighthawks

Nighthawks in da morning lookin' like old Crows with a head full of "nuttin'",  almost thinking; just where does the time GO, or more eloquently (apres Francois Villion) just WHERE are the snows of yesteryear? And Nighthawks (dem scrawny devils/god knows where they get their hair done?) in a KISS like something MISSED on some, maybe one or 2 fourth of July's? -Breaking the break of dawn like a Virgins first Saturday night: ya gotta WEAR "Roy Orbison", sing da Blues, or lament some Golden Days, step into a fade, not SCREAM, but maybe Shout like Nighthawks in da morning fixing on heading South?

4)  BLU Skies

BLU skies; WE got "nuttin'" but Blu Skies, DUCKS kissin' Blu Skies from here and now on? Blu skies, got the Hope diamond! Blu skies; nobodies pregnant, just Blue whatsit; so let's sing a song!


6)  Doc. Boone (another one-sided conversation)

LOVE don't work (for me), neither does the BANK (for me) And Rock Hudson never dies in a movie, HIV? Babe? I, the right honourable DOC. BOONE, licensed to Practise Medicine (fully Licensed), I gotta go hang mah "shingle" in some OTHER town where Uncle Sam ain't tryin' to convince me the Natives (Arapahoes, Apaches, Lakotas, Blackfeet, Cherokees, CO-manchees) wanna Scalp me? FEAR, apparently, is the order of the Times?  Nuttin WRONG with Chinese Food/I drink Singapore Slings mo5rning, noon and night, for chrissakes! ?Uncle Samuel? Hiding in the woods, in da Pines, in the Pines where the sun never shines? A curmudgeon. A bleak sentiment in a bleak moment and, possibly, in the bleak mid winter of our UN-arrived at Discontent? -like LOVE on the Job or the JOB of Love? Or Doc. Boone in the movie "Stagecoach" starring Duke Wayne: "OK. I'll STOP!....But just for one....?"

7)  Whisky Lullaby

There's Whisky in mah water tonight (good night Irene/I'll see U in mah dreams), it's bin a long, long time? So shoot me down or lock me down if I've gone out of Style? Like Whisky in mah water.....(READER is s'posed to finish this Cowboy Lullaby).....Tra-la-lah!!!!



c.2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/sciacca/Sicilia/a cilly November.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Don't miss Tomorrow!"


Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Don''t miss Tomorrow."


GIRL, did ya PERM, BOY, did U spruce the last of the Summer wine? That DRESS, and boyo fashion, love, tresses, mint juilips on the beach: MASTERBATION CITY?
(Wotchagonna-do....this side of the Blues?) Swab or polish ya Shoes?
...Is it in Czechoslavakia? Or maybe think  Prague; Czech? Slovak? ...where we miss our Tomoorows? The ORIGINAL "Bohemia": JEEZE!!! Everybody's "worried" 'bout it!. NOBODY wants "IT" to MISS their Tomorrow? "CAPITO!?"  FRANZ KAFKA got a handle on it? That bastard owes me a Winter coat!?? And it was ON the NEWS, it was on TWITTER: "DON'T MISS TOMORROW!"? (PEOPLE ARE KILLING THEMSELVES!); Nobody, but NOBODY wants to MISS the "IT" of.....Tomorrow? (It's Official.) U don't have to be Jewish!? And some Bright Spark in some "Ministry" (UK?)  thinks: "JEEZE DA QUEEN: We can TAX that!!!...." We gonna TAX your TOMORROW; just wait and see U Plebes; jolly well believe!?"
Alas; the Columns of Empire and Majesty; long since Masterbated to the bone; now only motor  the "which and where thinking", death and taxes: RE-SOLD and are held "In Trust.".

(Please BARF at your own convenience.)


c2017,davedelacroix,lord borgo, esq., sciacca,sicily.



c.2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/sciacca,sicily. 

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good Woman of Zechwan."



Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good Woman of Zechuan." (my Mandarin is a bit Confuscious?)


THE GOOD WOMAN of Zechwan who once I knew but PASSED me by in a painted veil?...She found me WOUNDED in the paddy fields, an ENEMY flier, Pilot, some robot, on a MISSION to do her Country's Leaders harm?...Do ME, wrapped in muddy silk, a Parachute, busted, broken, took out some bridges? ..Fucking UP her small WORLD? On target: BADDABOOM? Wotcha gonna Do under Politico, trained to GO and DO; have GUILT? What is the itinerant HATE that makes us who we are in  or UNDER the looking glass of perspective, introspection, recollection and dire conscience, all men of War?...
Went to High School, Academy, Fly Boys, Colorado Springs, then Top Gun, San Diego? Carrier Landings, UPSTART?  I'm a pretty SHORT guy; most of my PEERS; just "peers", tall, headless dudes whose minds, perhaps reside IN flying, in the Skies? Even OUT on leave, driving cross-country, YAK a "Country Club" SPIEL leaving them naked bone dry, UN-educated, blown out of the sky for an encounter with the folks on the ground, the need for a bowl of rice, moms, dads, kids, uncles, aunts, family amok aND LIVESTOCK, A FARM gig:  pigs, goats, village, fare and a lady, the good woman of Zechuan, a maiden, whose husband was faraway fighting in some stupid War; somehow, struggled, but found a way to get ME back home?
She patced up my broken body, an inert necessity, as in the Brotherhood of Man? And, NOW, later, how worthless it seems, as when I repine, a survivor:
"Mandarin Lady, your eyes and your Fan? Mandarin Lady my Heart!..." And, "U Betcha! I SOARED , like Icarus, into the skies only to find wings of wax.... disolving into your  gentle love light and the Good Woman of Zechswan: and a kiss that lingers to never fly again.

c2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo(Sciacca Sicily.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SONG for a distant Sireen."


Our MAN (the Dude) in Europe/dave delacroix/Once met Johnny Depp/"SONG for a distant Sireen."



(dedicato: THIS is not callous: Always TOUGH when Ghosts of yesteryear USURP your SLEEP, waking and Dreaming "OUT DAMN SPOT!!!",,  (Lady Macbeth)


"Song for a Distant Siren."

WE....got Smokes.
Culture.
WORDS!
Cocktails.
A Tuxedo.
Beer.

WE got a TICKET
to Istanbul
Venice
PARIS (for why?)
London, sucks?
And Cinzano?

We got St. PUSHKIN
St. Petersburg
New York
Los Angeles
Shanghai, CHINA!
(I wanna go home?)

We got Cognac
we got VODKY
we got  a WORLD
but, still
like a Child;
I wanna go Home....?



c2017/davedelacroix/valley of the temples, Agrigento, sicilia...

Friday, October 27, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "RE-morse."


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"RE-morse."


S.O.S. (backwards) is....


....She went DOWN to F.L.A. (Florida) USA; she went DOWN there to St. Augustine (named after a Saint) too? Then she hit "Alligator Alley", East Coast, Gulf of Mexico,  Daytona, driving my Pontiac, and blew....?

Some SAY, she was too good for me; some say; right about the other side: some "humdinger", some "Parraquito", some GAL from the other side; Tracks, Class, Yankee City? -Nobody can decide? But she BLEW, no remorse.

SHE DIED, maybe, 10 years later? How'd I know? It came to me in a Dream? Her once succulent lips....a nighttime apparition....offered me a withered kiss? Her once bright eyes, appalled!...

She'd got strung out and hung out up by Oregon way; a whore for some Captain boat Fisherman who beat her till she paid, then sent her Spirit back to me, now where I live down on the Florida Keys.

Dont worry. It aint SPOOKY. We got a Hurricane coming: Gonna beat the BEAT out of the BEAST; upside, which ways, I got my Love's last kiss.

(Hurricane kicking in. We're all in a School Gymnasium. Moms, Pops. Kids working the Radio Comm. "Dave!!!" 18 year old Radio CZAR: "S.O.S!?"
"Wha?"
"S.O.S! How'd I dot it!?"
(Jeeze. I gotta pain in my chest:) "Backwards or forwards, Honey. It's all the same to me...?"


c2017/davedelacroix/hoping buddies in FLA & the KEYS can get back on their feet....


c2017/davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Denver Joe."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Denver Joe"

(Johnny Depp & Dave Delacroix slugging Pastiche at Cafe X, St. Germain, Paris, (actually) in the rain?)

16 MEN on a dead Man's chest: (YO-thingy) Drink and the devil get around to the rest: (YO, tell Uncle Dick?) but  rest  easy Com padre; there's no shortage of Kids who will try to STEAL your fire?
16 Dudes on a Dead Dudes chest: Yo ho ho; Mescale with a worm! 16 Hombres, this side of the Pecos! AY Caramba: Denver Joe!

Denver Joe! Denver Joe!....your Music Brothers Salute.


c2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Milano/Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DA DOO DOO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da Doo Doo""


DO...not (GERMANY CALLING!)  to DOO DOO what DOO DOO do to U? Doo-doo NOT any time or place (especially in Airports or Public Toilets) to Doo-doo, if his name: "a boy named SUE?"

NEVER Doo-doo on a Saturday Night, no VIRGINITY left in sight? And NEVER Doo-doo to a MAO senza Cigarette? HE might want to be DIABLO? ...(Who is Mao?)
N...Never Doo-doo outside of Outright , "Assination" (JFK already done)?

DON'T "Doo-doo", ever, without a "rubber" (Condom... as opposed to Senore Comdoni) and never DOO-DOO without some cover,  mainly in the rain  (Meeting Miss Sally in the Alley?)...that falls - U got it "in Spain"? JEEZE! I got BUGS in da MONSOON!!!? (Da Doo-Doo!)

U got got da "Doo-Doo", WE got a "DOO-DOO!"...LONDON CALLING!; Piss off the old FOGGIES, any time, any way, any night....The BRITISH EMPIRE prevails.....:)

(And I am NOT GAY; but I still love my Buddies: Anybody seen Sally?...)


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO,Sciacca, Sicily, Royal Commander of the British Bohemians from Hell., DSC, DSO, VC, RVSOP., Rockstar from.....


Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix

LUCKY, must'a bin playin' "21"

Is it ALL? That ALL? U, asked, BITCHED OUT, in some bedroom, parents down the hall, GEE...Cellpone KAPUT!!! Suddenly I have a LIFE: Gotta YAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Out the Winda in mah night-sha, bringing mah JOURNAL, Hugs and Care: rat-a-tat-at ya Winda: Sorella? Like Me? Please come home?

LUCKY; must'a bin playin' TWENTY ONE; either/OR just fell in Love?

c2017/dave delacroix...dude.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Ain't dat Special/Somebody got me new? (BIO.)



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



(dedicato: My Blogspotcom "followers/buddies")


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Aint dat Special/Somebody got me New?" On Main Street, a back street, the gutter, some Bar? In Philli, NYC, Roma, Parigi or planet Mars? No KID GLOVES, no South-PAW, pointing me into retribution; no HUG-KISS, no FANKULA-Bliss, no SWITCHBACK?  And no cigarette, no Whisky & Soda, no lost Virginity, no BLUES, no what U OUGHTA, no TEXAS Rattlesnake Roundup, no Berlin Buckin' Bronco, an' TO BE SHURE: Aint' dat Special; Somebody got me New? A glimpse of a Perception? Some sharp-eyed lady who's name we always forget?

Our DUDE in Europe/dave whassits-name; some Clown, some Poetic Pygmy, some IN-decisive Verbal Somnambulist, up-side down, winking at the wrong Money or  the Gal with the WIG, in-between Martini-Bianco, Noilly Pratt or the Angels of "HIP" (Hype? Who cares?), this side of Paradise on a Runaway Train...the wrong side of everywhere, anyone would want to go?

(THANK U FOR SHARING:) Our Man in Europe, in the UNDER-belly where People/KIDS, come and Go, on their way upwards or far, so far below, embraced by fire, smoke, or ephemeral clouds; either which-way or lose on their determined, pre-ordained route,  their destination? And DANG! Like YOU; I would wish to save them All?

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/and the folks who continually pass me on by, shrugging - as they do?  surmising; "our man in Europe", dave delacroix...has No Life?....Sitting in the City, on a mountain, the desert, some wilderness; doing no better or worse yet in my own way, writing...and ROOTING  for U? -Or that OTHER YOU, that inner Stranger ....who pass on by all THOSE that LIVED... yet now live again inside of you?


c2017/davedelacroix/ Lord Borgo Esq./Sciacca-Sicily.


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Burgundy for 2."


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Burgundy for 2."


(dedicato: Brittany)


....Burgundy for 2, yes: for 2, or with Nero Avila on a non-festa, Sicilian  night when the ROOM is filled with people who then, disappear, the background music? Some old song? -EVAPORATES!? Leaving only the succulence of our  breathing in a place, a VISTA, a moment, reserved for joyful tears; a toast, a Burgundy for 2, personified in murmurs, unkind to prying eyes and that "le je ne cest quoi"; that undiscovered kiss; that Burgundy & Blue, that Burgundy for 2., takes us BOTH into Tomorrow? And just WHO are these GODS so kind?
Burgundy for 2; and that UN-discovered Me & U: "In Vino Veritas" upon some Treasure Isle?


c.2017/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/sciacca,sicilia.


Italiano/Americano/ "LinguinùOH!

Italiano/Americano/LinguinùOh!


(dedicato: kIDS UP IN Missoula, mONTANA, usa)


(It's Official: I speak Italiano.)

"...FANKULA Sentimano! (Bad week) I had to APOLOGIZE to ALL my Sciacca, Siciliano Amicas/Amicos/chinos/Amicianos? The BANCOMAT - Mangia! - ATE UP my Credito Cardino leaving MIO semi-Desperadino con minimalino Casherino?...( THE HORROR!!!)

U don't know the MEANING of Stranieri Heartbreak!!!? (No-one is rushing to my house with Band Aids...Except fratello Nicola Segreto!)

Alleuri! (Yet?) NO PROBLEM-erino? My Sciacca, Sicily Creditino...."being Bella" - GROOVE-A-RINO: enablino mio: so I can continue to DRINKER (ahem!) a "RHINO", molto Whisky & Gin does NOT JADE-erino my Optimissimo of all U Fuckers: My fellow Boys and Girl-de-rinoes!...:that sit in the shade, if not for me, but for who you can? And on SUCH a note...in America, China, Russia.....(expecting YOU to BE:.........................................................................................................................................? Fankula. Bloody Week! Head above water! But "wondrin'" WHO raised Ya? How'd U do? And just HOW do U sit upon that Kernel Stone of your In-consequence? -Even JESUS had Shoes?


c2017,davedelacroix,Ulam Bator, Mongolia; hanging out with REZ!!!....:)

Monday, October 23, 2017

dave delacroix&our man in Sciacca, THE SPIRIT OF ST. LOUIS....



Our MAN in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Spirit of St Louis."...


(dedicato: Accountessa: carol aniello)


...REFUGEE, D'amour? UNDER stalking, like LOVE'S dETECTIVES, Maigret, Sherlock Holmes, swirling in the COSMOS, the killed? Now; victims of Progress: "pay'in' their Taxes" which is just HOW ALL/YOUR Civilisation abounds, begins or ends? -MONEY! MONEY! MONEY! And Benvenuto: Mano e man e mano (a Tarantello) unto our Pride and Death we sing?

Goin' to CHINA, "Cathay"? Headin' out to the land of the "RUSS", see how the KREMLIN sways? And in Old Shanghai; business, don't sweat it, as usual? So what - as an aging dllletante - do I do with my cigars and cognac? Just WHAT do I do with my daughters, and my Sons who, one day, may go to WAR against YOU; you, my old friends, who've known the years? (Fuckers ALL!)  And LOVED!!?

FORGIVE ME! Some kind of "Spirit of St. Louis" ((Lucky Lindies Airline) I've built a Flying Machine? Maybe, like YOU  I'm ABOVE!....And I'm flying long distance, alone, and not sure where I should land? like the the "Spirit of St. Louis", search lights searching, distracting, leading you ON to some mis-understood Triumph of People's yearning? Refugee D'amour? Trying not to WING every one's Eiffel Tower in some glide of UN-intelligent, sensitive, gerneric,  ("Lucky Lindy)  BLOW JOB!!!!!!!!!!!

Refugge D'amour, when LADY LIBERTY used to smile? Oh!?  LUCKY LINDY! And BELLA! (details) Please let me know just where to LAND....with the Spirit....yes....of St Louis? The Spirit of St. Louis?

BLOODY POETRY!....On my Way home (In Spirit) the Bancomat ATE up my CASH CARD...On the basis of INFAMY, BELIGIONSY, BUGGERY, FORNICATA, singing SOPRANO or OGGLING the RAW NIPPLES of your EX-WIFE and Nubian DAUGHTERS!...JEEZE!..and singing "Popular Songs."... (Mein Gott!!!) IL Refugee D'amour, our Man in Europe...on a Saturday Night.....



c2917/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Esq./Sciacca, Sicily.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Jacque & Jill."




Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Jacque & Jill.


(bARONESS cARLA g....Milano)


Underneath the lamp post...on the boulevard, Jacque & Jill were playing their Life's Cards, like U and ME, like U and THEM, the World's desire in perpetuem; Jacque and Jill...just so?

In the FORBIDDEN CITY (China) Zing and Wun Fong met an assignation from where the WHOLE World could go wrong? Zing..and Wun Fong....just so?

In  Belfast, Ireland, Colleen and Sean, ? Protestant and Catholic: a Cataclysm! (Dogs Barking!), just so?

In NEW DEHLI, an Indu Princess and an "Untouchable", in love, flee to the hills, in LOVE, navigating a Tomorrow; just so?

In SYRIA? Under a canopy of ISIS TERROR.....who knows what bonds secret Love's determined Soul? Un-aided, Un-assisted...and UN-acknowledged? Or salvaged in a Refugee Camp?

Underneath the lamp post...on some boulevard, Jacque & Jill, Hank & Mary-Lou were playing THEIR Life's Card, like YOU, like ME, Like U, like THEM, the WORLD "in perpetuity"; Jacque and Jill...just so? Jacque? Jill?...Just so.


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