Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, KILLER ON THE ROAD

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Killer on the Road.


Didn-t KILL anyone today, yesterday, probably not tomorrow, to boot! Bad Killer. Killer with NO hope, or Killer who ain't no killer at all... Still a Killer! What-s a Killer, U tell Me. In a Dungeon Cellar City, out/foxed by lesser Men, getting the THIRD degree, fast Gals, fast Money, fast Chevrolet that takes U to some place U can never stay, Lake Tahoe....

Didn/t Kill anybody today, a Film Noir, sweat, indecision, movie star handles flash through you eyes, a bitter soundtrack with ALL of Hollywood's fantasy and lies< U get shot, U bleed like a PIG, your victims at the bank Job go HOME, traumatized, the Kids U commanded, GET ON THE FLOOR, wets the bed for an Eternity.

Didn't kill anyone today. Gas running low. Like a Killer on the Road.


c2018,davedelacroix, Tuccumcari, Texas, USA.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The OB/Conscious Man!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The OB Conscious Man.

Tomorrows brings NO perspective, Yesterdays Tomorrows, or late Confessions from under the Greenwood tree< Pussies UNITED, a gender football and all the smart dressed, Undressed! Like a bunch of Kids! ALL they WANT is to Fuck U, a CONVERSATION filled with PASSION, but NO THANK U, tomorrow, Unforgiven> Ya High Heel!

MEN, in creation, brainless, paved Paradise for ALIENS to Smile, then some, this side of Paradise, BAMBINO fORNICATION, TANGENT Cynics wearing White gloves, financed,  to explore your perceived, mental, anal cavity, ALL these factors, Politically, in England, France, Italy and the United States of America, THE OB CONSCIOUS MAN or Woman....Can U feel their Monetary fingers in your Butt.....

It-s a long Way to Tipperary
Its a long way to Go>

Carrots....99 cents.
Meat and Potatoes, Priceless!!!!


c2018,davedelacroix, Murphys Pub, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, 5 EASY PIECES senza Jack Nicholson

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, 5 Easy Pieces senza Jack Nicholson....
5 Easy Pieces WITHOUT Jack!...

....Dedicato, Heather Dalton. Colorado Artist.




1*  RAIN.

Pioggi in the Night, Sprinkles, Downpour, God-s Vagina! Wash away ya Blues! Night rain somehow, always comes again, a tribal progressive, Jews CHASED into a Pharaohs Red Sea...

2* VAN DER GRAF GENERATOR

In Sciacca, Sicily, I got PLUMBING, Hot Water pipes that play 1960-s PINK FLOYD or VAN der Graf... It takes 6 months to get Used to the Noise. After THAT U just tap your foot in your Sleep.

3* BLOODY BEACH!

Bloody beach, bloody SEA, bloody sand, bloody ME, bloody Tourists, Monday Gone!...Alone, in Paradisio, the SEA as MIRROR, bloody Father, bloody SON!...Bloody Beach bar, who We ARE, for some... BLOODY NIGHT, bloody Day, bloody BIG WEDNESDAY, bloody Wave!!!!    Parking Smokies and Bewskis on the BEACH! Eat ya Heart out ya California No Smoking SMUCKS!

4* The Girl with the PHONE...

....The Girl with the Phone, nubile, blond, not ME, but HER, and who am I.....I just want VINO, leave me Alone with Pizza, Funghi, Sausage, Mozzarella topping, some Brewskies....far from your Fascism...
On the beach, Ipanema, California Venice beach, where the Debris meets the Sea, She doesn't see Me... OH! Disdain! Oh! Colossal Real Estate DIVE! The Bella with the Fascist Jive!
OUTSIDE of BEACH/BINGO/BOOGALOO or some SOME Malibu Procreation, her DISDAIN, Surf less Bela, or perhaps to BE so Alone. All alone...without a Cellphone.

5*  Arriverderci Ragazzi...

Arriverderci Ragazzi, arriverderci/The Usual Suspects! Arriverderci, Summer is here! Arriverderci Amici! Arriverderci, Belladonna! It-s NOT Farewell, just a-hoping for a Cool Tomorrow!

C-ome Stai, new Kid on the Block, a Guillotine or a System Shock that windes into a new day, a Jackpot or Riso Amaro! A Bitter Rice! And all things Nice, be careful what U wish for.
Arriverderci mi grande amore, BENVENUTO, new Loves yet found in the Circles, how we RUN and run> a kiss for Peace of Mind.


c2018, davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Whiskey Song!

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, Whiskey Song!


The best laid plans
of Mice and Men
but Whiskey
not too far away.

The Devil in Dixie
or a Bushmills Clan,
the Devil comes
with Whiskey!

And All the Loves
I-ve ever known
go SOUTH, most
every time
whilst all the Good
now broken,
never get fixed!

A Carousel, a Snake! A Dog!
Don/t blame Me!
Blame it on old Whiskey!

And all the Kisses
that I-ve missed<
I-ll blame it on old Whiskey!

The best laid plans
of Mice and Men,
a shattered dream,
a broken Love<
no better excuse
than under Heaven,
that old Dog,
good old Whiskey!...



c2018,davedelacroix, Café Porta Palermo, Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Road to San Bernardino...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The Road to San Bernardino...


The Road to San BerDoo!....San Bernadino.

*dedicato Thea Manger and Dayton Emerson. Mother and Son.

Union Station, Los Angeles, 2005, U must SHOW I.D. when U purchase a Train Ticket.... I thought THIS a bit odd.
Commuter train.
I wasn't DRUNK, waving a Semi/Automatic Weapon, SCREAMING ALLAH AKBULLAH or smelling distinctly of Drugs, Marijuanna, Garlic, or whistling songs by Captain Beefheart, just 33 miles to San Berdoo!
I was teaming up with a truck driving buddy, 18 wheeler< got me to Colorado! No I.D.

THIS was 20 years ago. Now, 2018. A new America.
Same, I guess,  as the Old one. Fascists, every where U look. Americans....that's NOT a Statement. That's a Question.
33 miles to San Berdoo... And INTOLERANCE...in the Land of the Free...every where U look. Social Invective discourse, tearing down statues of General Robert E. Lee. NO SMOKING, No Joking! No SMOKING on The Beach!!!....Double fine, Newport Beach, Joking AND Smoking. Young Nazi Cops on Mountain bikes.

33 miles to San Berdoo. 33 miles to San Berdoo.....Oh My America! Oh, my new found land< WHAT have U become!!!!!


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily,italia.

Our Man in Europe dave delacroix, THE VALKYRIE ....

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, The Valkyrie...


The Valkyrie... Flap/flap.

On TOP of crushed Testicles there-s ONLY a SCREAM, I scream! U Scream! WE all scream for Testicles! It-s a NO/brainer! Train gotta STOP at Roma/Grande Station.... No PLACE for it to go.
Whilst that KISS U miss, WAG your DICK....WOBBLE your BOOGA/LOO.... It means nothing but History-s Futility. Yet FOLKS saying Goodbye and CIAO! History-s Echo/chamber! What JOY in Life we do enjoin in our innocence and rightly SO!...

Bag of Potatoes....Cut Price.
Carrots.....Cut Price.
Milk, Butter.....Cut Price.
Yoghurt.....Cut Price.
Fagioli.....Cut Price.
Mushrooms.....Cut Price.
Meat and Fish/Carne e Pesci.....CUT price.
DEPOSIT>
DICK or TITS.....Priceless.

HALLELUJAH, Cesare Augustino! Hallelujah WIFI...or the VALKYRIES within your Tits AND your Dick< all the while CLAWING at your Immortal Soul. Whilst on top of your NIPPLED breasts, or the SNAKE in your pants, there lies, UN/deciphered, your Tomorrow. A Domani! At WHICH point....we SING> There-s an Old Mill by the Stream, Nellie Dean!.....




c2018,davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicilia. Flap/Flap!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, THE HOOPS!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The Hoops!

*dedicato> Leonardo G.

SO let-s not get excited with the Lie of the Land, and I loved U, U held me with All I Understand, a merry refrain, an Inspiring Verse that could no ever save Me from a Kingdoms curse.
Is there Any one out there who shared my Jest,  to seek out the World and bring back the best, no Maid, no fortune will wait for Me in the dark passage, where I go.

I carry a locket on my breast. The hoops and disdain, I aspire, or kill a gambler, then RUN for the rest to protect my hearts desire< she is ONE, she is TWO, she is THREE and all the Life I still need in my far/faring ventures, my Miss/adventures, who cries out HOOPS, jump through, in the City of the Angels.

SO lets not DEVOUR our intrinsic Soul. It the One and Only. The one that stays Whole! SHE is a Maiden! The Boy will be brave, the spawn of your Life...to save.
Oh the HOOPS and the hoops and the Hoops, my friends, will circle and dance to no end< that kiss in the morrow, forget all your Sorrow and We-ll dance and we-ll dance  to the End!


c2018,davedelacroix,sampieri, sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, SAN FRANCISCO.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, San Francisco...


*U can SING this....


...I left my PHONE
in San Francisco
all SO alone,
U wouldn't know<
a Poke, Emojio
some UN Sexual HELLO!
Its All my Heart can do
for U, for U...

Come LIVE with Me
in San Francisco
its where my PHONE is
LOL, a smile
where little digits flow
supports my Worthless life,
all U lonely bastards
sing along
with Me

I left my PHONE
in San Francisco
out of the blue
Internet sky...._
I left my PHONE
in San Francisco,
Oh babe
I ...MIO!...gonna die!


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, PETERBILT 18 WHEELER!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, PETERBILT, 18 Wheeler!

No good without mah BOLO
No good without my Guitar
No good without a Poem
No good
without mah Girl

No good without my
Sweetheart
no good without a Song
no good,
any which way I lose,
U too,
no good, without You.

No good on a Saturday
Sunday night,
hipster, fishnet
Uncrossed legs
WANDA/bra
got its Song
like a flashing Motel sign

but AH MIO no good
this side of Midnight
no GOOD
with U, with U, Lady.

that Gal in my Heart
that Gal
Just ain't U, my Guitar
and some Crescent Moon
forgive me
if I save my Heart.

No good without my Bolo
Worthless, without my Guitar
No good without a Poem
Nobody
without my Song....

Signing off, Alabama Bartender!
....my Handle....on I/95,
Southbound, then I/10
and by sundown
get to ROAR across the RED River!
....and Home.



c2004, davedelacroix,West Memphis TRUCK Stop, USA., revised,
c2018,davedelacroix,Cafe PIPER, Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Grit.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The  Grit.


I-m da Man....when I let U down, I-m da Man UP/side down, the ONE U thought was intrinsic, the dude that outta BE, the KID in your Girl fantasy.

I-m da MAN, gotta BE a Man. Comes with Age, U understand. And NOW, DESPAIR, despair for me too. WILD STRAWBERRIES, LES MISTONS, a Soundtrack in the Sun..
I am the Kid with who U ran....I AM the Kid with Who U ran.

I am the Kid, this Upside side of Town. U want Salad before U Chow on down. ALIEN side of the Tracks, a  Stranieri, an Incomprehensible, a U Joy, a Clown. How do I decipher ME, never mind YOU!
Arizona, ITALIA, California! Yet my heart falls Scissors to your Soul!....Enveloped in your Love, I fall. Sliced CLEAN and Indecisive.

I-m DA MAN. The HOMO SAPIEN. In 200,000 years they will DIG up my TEETH...but never to understand or Capito my  GRIT.


2018,davedelacroix,caFE PIPER,sciacca,sicilia.





c2018,davedelacroix, Milanoo, Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Apres midi de Un Dude!" (The Dude's Afternoon...)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Apres Midi de Un Dude..." (The Dude's Afternoon...)


Santo, Donnatella, bar staff, Cafe-Bar ODEON, Sciacca, Sicily....Shaouki, Vespas, Bubble-Heads! Teenage parasites, old Rock stars gather; a terrazzo Woodstock, fleeting: Drink, Smoke, cough! Drink some more? -Before the Tourists hoards flex their Financial Muscle and provoke the local Economy into Overdrive? A time, distilled, MADE for Spirituality, beneath terrazzo canvas under a bleating Sun?

The Solar-powered Fountain, duly responding, evokes a wearisome rain, then GUsto Giusto, begins its Summer of Destiny! Stray cats "meow" in its unexpected spray; someones dog wags its tail! A Vista of sight AND sound to cool the piccolo piazza, affronting Eternity: the Chiesa St. Margharita!

No flies, no aerial disturbance. Some Mamma's ragazzo, bouncing his football off the Chiesa Porta!
Shaouki elects to join the Ragazzo and play Goalie. Tavola Ragazzi awaken! I am the Passenger. And I ride and I ride....


c2018, davedelacroix,bar odeon,sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, PASS the Tobasco!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Pass the Tabasco


Bitchin Night, bastardo Day, nobody gonna convince me it was ANY other way. And it didn't seem right, didn't strike me as Wrong, wasn't a speech, poem or song, didn't come with a smile, grin, smirk or denial, it wasn't positive, a NO/NO, a maybe, possibly, untoward, defiant, malign, incumbent, a go/getter, a forget me knot, a piece of wedding cake under an old maids pillow or that carrot and stick, the promise of Water, that fabled, illusive Well, just over the mountain...
I had NO illusions, bad OR good dreams, fantasies gilded with cunning, nor Doe eyed innocence, not a Justice system in sight. An Order of somebody Else's RIBS, Adams, maybe and like so many before me I said... Pass the Tobasco.


c2018,davedelacroix, Café Florio, Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, 4 Syrian Songs... Hafiz!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, 4 Syrian Songs... Hafiz!

*dedicato Arash and Behrang, from IRAN. World People, who I KNOW will understand.


...4 Syrian Songs.... Hafiz!


1....On the Beach.

It-s NOT that U don't know it, no need to care, no Pussy Whip, no Dickhead scare, no Freudian Mantra, no HUBBA/HUBBA...I-m Cool...No Kama Sutra, no DICK as a Rule, no Mustardo Laxative, no week in the Sun, no Vaginal fashionista, no MOJITO!....Just U....ME....On a Beach.

2....The Runaway.

How-s that BED... some Guy used to sleep there, how-s his THINGS, no-one collected, so We gave them to Charity, the Poor, how-s  his legacy, that Dude in the Room... that we shared, that bed, across the room, I slept next door.
How-s my Brother, how-s my KIN, last postcard, ship is sinking don't let the water run in...Hows my Sista, is SHE O.K., when the World gets Crazy, when I-m ALL Runaway!

3...Canzone.

Pick up my kid brothers Arm
Pick up my Daddies leg
Pick up the Home I knew
Bombed out!
And put it back together again.....

4....Bazaar.

Oh what Joy! We are going SHOPPING!!!
Mamma buys Spices!
My brother, Ahmed
OGGLES a VESPA!
Pappa changes Money in the Market place!
My fingers run through Jade, Ozipan necklaces<
how beautiful I will look!
Oh what Joy! A Golden Bazaar!
Please God, Tomorrow,
let the World be at Peace...



c2018,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Cafe Porta Palermo.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Cafe Porta Palermo.


(dedicato: Angela Savedi & Luca Sabella. Fellow Poets)


Are U ready for the RIVIERA, are U ready to take, to find...things Unknown? Are U ready for that dread highway that leads to your Soul?... Are U ready for that Deja Vu you encountered so long ago....U....IT!!!! Are U ready for that Tropicali U held once so close?

Are U all DRESSED UP and luggage-packed, looking like a Bunting on legs, a satin bow? And that farewell note U left to Yourself; does it say just where you'll go, Yours Sincerely?
There's NO brass band at your command, no Witness to your "skip" (no Sicilian Madonna to catch your Trip!)...Are U ready for the Riviera; are U ready to GO-CAT-GO!!!

The Ragazzi at the Cafe Porta Palermo exchange "lingua exclamatione", gesticulate FRANTICALLY, some stand UP, jump around! A stranger would think War is declared! But it's just the Life they have found? Good or bad, nobody REALLY dies....until the End.

Are U ready for the Riviera? Are U ready to take, FIND things Unknown? Are U ready for that highway that leads to your Soul? Are U ready for that "Deja Vu", that INCUBUS of U? Are U ready for that Tropicali, once so a part of you? Are U ready for that Riviera that I too... have yet to find ?



c2018/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/cafe porta palermo/sciacca/sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Go Traveller.

Our man in Europe. dave Delacroix, GO, Traveller!


Is it ANY wonder my DICK is falling off or YOUR TITS are drooping...WONDER BRA, whilst I wait for the WONDER DICK Support System...3 Barbers singing Mozart. English accents. JEEZE! Ya don't know the MEANING of Heartbreak.

Go Traveller. E Mail, TWEET, get Vecchio! Send me a Postcard! Bacon and Eggs. Or the last time U Blackmailed a Friend into revealing an Inner Secret, by suggestion...who KNOWS an Enemy that is NOT a best friend, the ones, close by, worth keeping. A reminder. Like that occasional UTILITY bill. A SUNDAY. An UNfortunata! A Life!

GO Traveller! Distilled. Unto and INTO that Times funnel web of Cross EYED paranoid panorama. A FLAT SCREEN, TOILET SCOPE... as opposed to a Checker board, or a game of Cards. SNAP!
....It-s JUST a kiss. U may lose your Wallet, your Internet Password, but nothing U CANNOT live without. A roof. Food. Toilet facilities. GO!
Eggs. 2 euroes.
Potatoes. 2 euroes.
A kiss from Suzie. 2 euroes.
Frozen Peas. Priceless!
CLIMB into the DEEP FREEZE. Guaranteed a Crowd!

GO Traveller, don't STOP to question WHY. Your business is PROGRESSION.


c2018,davedelacroix, foggia beach, sicilia.

our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Devils Own.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... The dEVILS oWN.


A Storia, a TALE of Love, a SONG of U, when U were Young, a Canzone, a Chanson, a POEM,  a Story of your Young Heart...
A LEGEND, A CRISIS, personified! CRYSTALLIZED,  a History of that  THAT YOUNGER YOU who flagged,  danced, didn't CARE...like Mom and POPS in their Day, Fandango!..

A Chanson de la VIE, a Canzone della Vita, Eine lieb und Leiben...A CANZONE. A Canzone di Respecto. Ragazzi , organizing change to buy a round of drinks.... HURRAH!!!.
Vitalba, Illaria, Guisey, Caterina...and Martina, Julia, Ivanna, the BALLS of all your Yesterdays. Bellas of today, yesterday, the tomorrow that comes... The Tomorrow. Carole, Jude, Sarah, Milli, Claudia.
Elenora. Sister of Daniele. Sciacca, Sicily. Rockstar Bella!....SHOWED UP, 4.03, a.m. with Dude du Jour. Dave, u up!!! aWAKE!
No problem. I WORK Nights.
U MOMMA!...she says. Black Jacket! Cologerio, Vittorio Emanuale Bar.... My Sweater! He gave U the Wrong One! Nero FASHION! Post Caligua!
I checked all my UN/dusted Condoms. OK. Invited Casa Search. Whistled vecchio canzone....O SOLE Piccolini MIO.
Il canzone di Respecto, UN/expected, senza respecto.
No problem. I LOVE Elenora but she ....familiar with my 15th Century Casa....still doesn't KNOW where I keep my 15th Century PENIS ENLARGEMENT plan.

C-ome!!! Just WHO if I CRIED OUT would hear me....hear YOU!....in the Order of the ANGELS or casually HUM a Canzone di Respecto....as the Devil knows its Own.


c2018&davedelacroix, Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Your Face on Facebook

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Your FACE on Facebook.

(dedicato. Valery & the Kids)


Val J.  just lost her dog. Parked photos, suggested doggie pissing spots. Anybody seen... Put it on Facebook.
500 friends made NO comment.
I got screwed by an Airline. They STOLE my Bag!  As is my Nature, I WHINED!!!...So I posted my distress. On frickin Facebook. 1200 Friends...
They lost my Bag, said I!  My Airport Bag filled with my Life's treasure, documents, irreplaceable items, my crown jewels..... I received ONE concerned comment. Much appreciated. It meant so much!
Val J. lost her DOG...somehow, NO Talking point. No response...Except for Me. This.

Any Drunk who's spent a Night in a USA Drunk tank, Jail; likely will pass on TV shows ALL about Jail.
Survivors of Car Wrecks, Burn victims, Cop Harassment, equally so. They don't wanna know. They already DO!
Domestic abuse, DIVORCE PROCEEDINGS, chances are the Plaintive will opt for Suicide as opposed to watching Kramer versus Kramer.
Seasoned Seafarers do NOT embrace the Jolly Roger! And Val J's lost dog: Could it happen to ME...the thought, the distress...on Facebook....to You...to SHARE into a funnel web vacuum

I KNOW you. My Facebook Friends. We have MET. Jeeze! Good times! But SO many of you, unlikely we shall ever meet again, now intrinsically, UN-entwined but for passing thoughts, a Selfie, a disposition...like Val J's lost DOG, MY lost Airport bag; and I'm SURE U too can report ongoing intensive trauma or Poverty, severe illness, or those not RESPONDING...2 Facebook Friends now DEAD, gone,
still receiving POKES...!

Yup. YOUR Face. MY Face....on Facebook.



c2018,davedelacroix,fish market,porta palermo,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe&dave delacroix, YORKSHIRE POST

Our Man in Europe, daave Delacroix, Yorkshire Post.


dedicato, RAVEN TAVERN, Sheffield, Yorks, England.


SUM say it was HUNGER some say it was TIMES, Wives and Kids, and the sign of the Times. Nobody had ANYTHING except to GO!...and leave their Land....Yorkshire Post, like an immigration from the Emerald Isle....Not Irish. But from Yorkshire. West Riding.

Some said it was Ambition, some say Barleycorn. An indivisible ambition, a Carrot, a collective spawn. And SOME made a bargain and some gave their Lives. TOUBLE AT MILL!!! The North Country Miners.  The Corn Law Rhymer.

Bethlehem Factories spawn! Usurpers! Give UP your Freeborn! A Song for Tomorrow! A Yesterdays Song. The SUM of our Hunger. The GUTS of our Yesterday. SHEFFIELD STEEL....Capitalist Valley FORGED....Sadly. U Betcha!!!

Go WEST young Man, now,  in this WISHING WELL.... I-m as STUPID as TOMORROW, or Yesterdays Yell....I-ll sing of the Future, an I-ll sing of TODAY, but  in the legacy of MY Cultural  Hunger...for Yesterday, My PEOPLE...and my Boys and Girls....my Dynamic.

SUM, AH/LAD, say it was Hunger! Some, the TIMES! Family. Nobody had NUTS! WW.2 Debris. And the whole wide World. Had to go see! And found what WE find. The Sum of our hunger...
from Yorkshire, West Riding.




c2017,davedelacroix. our manineurope. Murphys Pub, Sciacca, Sicily. Pizza Slices with Antonio.

our man in Europe, dave delacroix, SPYGLASS,CNN Propaganda Pieces...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Spyglass... and Whisky Galore!


dedeicato... the LATEST ....idiot...duke Wellesly. Asshole. Member of WHITES CLUB, St. James DISTRICT, London. U can PISS on their DOORSTEP. Its Ok... Piss AWAY!!!!



Gimmie ya CIDER, give ME your Song. Gimmie your DETECTIVE, give your Right and Wrong. Give me a MORAL, like a Church Bell RING!..Give me a Rythme, some Rock N Roll ring...That IS ..., expecting full EXPLOSION of doobie/doo! Where in Writers bloom....Jeeze!
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Gimmie da SKATT of the BBC, NBC, ABC
Gimmie da Whisky
SERIAL
and Mah Gals DICK.....! As anyone seen my PRICK, Went sailin off Portmouth shore. Big ship. Full sailed!
That Gal at the Capt. Benbow.
O Sole Mio. A NELSON. A decision! AVANTE!!!

GIMMIE a VINO, a VINO!!!...REPEAT... A Song! Gimmie a Detective! Right OR Wrong! Give Me a Moral. A Chuch Bell RING!!!!...In Sheffield, Manchester, Newcastle, in GLASGOW, Edinburg, down South,  in Derby, Gloucester, Devon, South Western SHIRES.... A close run THING, a WATERLOO, bloody COGNISCENTO!
And ME thru your SPYGLASS...and Whisky Galore!....It was a Close / MURDDA!!!!....run thing
when I VOMIT on a Royal ring.

At Roundway Down I Charged. Edge Hill I kept my Cavalry. Prince Rupert, My General!... And ALL the beauty of Sweet England, Go to HELL this New Sweet Britain!

...for CNN..U can visit JUDGE JEFFRIES, the HANGING JUDGE, J.J. HOUSE on Fleet Street. The WIG N PEN CLUB...next to the GEORGE Pub.... Pretty goof PINK GINS...if U can get in!!!!....I think I have membership....1975. A taste in my mouth....The Battle of Waterloo, over 55,ooo English, French, Irish, Dutch, German, Belgium boys died, in ONE DAY, for who......killing Frenchmen. My Brothers!!!!
For CNN, who sings, the Propaganda wings....or picks up the CNN pieces.

A Spyglass....and Whisky Galore


Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, SPANISH MOSS

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Spanish Moss.


*dedicato, Larry Parker. Tenor. San Francisco Opera. 1960s. My Friend.


Oh Spanish moss
will U Love
or come to stay

oh Spanish moss
my Lady, my maid

throughout the night
holding U tight
oh Spanish moss, I sway

Oh Spanish dream, can I
.....fandango
into a dream
castanets sound
percussive!

Oh Spanish moss
do I linger
awhile,
oh Spanish moss
do I enter your soul

Oh Spanish moss
am I lost, forlorn
of all that I give
yet Love explains

throughout the night
holding U tight
Oh Spanish moss
do I stay

Oh Spanish moss
in moonlight thrill
I conquer the World
I make TIME still

oh Spanish moss
a kiss all so gentle
an epiphany,
a blouse, unbuttoned

oh Spanish moss
till then.



c2017,davedelacroix, Gretna Parish, New Orleans, USA.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ...The Microphone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, ....The Microphone.


*dedicato. Rex Moser.


Come to me Babee, come, sweet Child, boy or girl with a Wail, a Wild, come to me babe, SUNDOWN, we gotta RUN!
Come to me Babee, come to your Song, make it quick, don't be long, SING out Calypso, sing out Wrong. Come to me babe, Microphone!

Come to me Babee. I come with You. Come to me Babe, we gotta RUN!
Come, maybe now, to me Babee....a Song.

Come to me, sweet boy, girl or child. Come to me babe on this Microphone.

Can anyone REstring my Guitar...
Call my GAL, Caroline, tell her you and your Gal are on the Concert Bill...
Lend me $20 till Tuesday!
U can borrow my Les Paul, no problemOH!.....

Come to me Babee, Dave Delacroix,  Rex Moser, and all the devils in the fog, for sure, in the reverb!....

Come to Me Babee, come, sweet Child, some boy, some kid,  a wail, a wild. Come to me babe, Sundown, we gotta run!
YO! ...Come to me babe, come sweet child, some wild, some boy, some wild..... on that  living Microphone....


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ....ON Your Banjo.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, .....On Your Banjo.


Do U WANT this Guy in your HOUSE< give him some clothes. WILL your Neighbours, people who ARE your Neighbours, get along and SHARE your Song or respect or PUT Money where your Mouth IS! Like BIZ!!! DO your Neighbours gotta KNOW, some IMPOSITION, some Gig that might well BLOW, U ASK, U ASK!!!...a requisition, a Social Succubus!!! Immigrant Arrives!!!

Your Neighbour rustles Bacon ^ Eggs, your BUD invites to the RUGBY CLUB, your Neighbour, your Neighbour does the BEST they can.....on ENGLANDS Green and Pleasant Land! Arrivederci Cricket...my DICK...the ROYALS....who cares...can we share the ROYAL SPOILS....a Statue, a painting...a Knighthood..... Cerebal Vagina!!! Queen WHASSIT got SOME EXTRA BUCKS!!!!

OK LEFTY! PASS!
Grab the BALL< Cousins!
Starling, RUN FORWARD!
Tackle, DAVE!
DEREK! Leon YAWA@
RUGBY!
Take the LINE OUT
and lead us to School, Rugby, Victory.....
And ALL the DEVILS fermenting in my Soul
should make a Country Boy feel whole...

DRINK TILL dawn,
SMOKE incessantly
FUCK the One U With!
or MINE for the BLUE STONE
in your Mind,
play Guitar,
meet Weekend Students
outta Manchester
or Sheffield,
in EDALE,  Yorks
or Derbyshire
the KIDS
we sang along...

LONG TIME since 1960. Somebody, long since
STOLE my Guitar and Clothes...It-s OK...
I STILL can FAKE IT, some days
on your Mandolin.

All HAIL the PLIGHT of Coal Miners, Cotton Pickers, the Boys who sail upon the Sea,
and FARMERS......in ANGLO SAXON times....



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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, CRUCIFIXION.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Crucifixion.


*dedicato, Dan Randolph.


JEEZE!!!...Society, CIVILIZATION getting DRACONIAN! Panhandlers want my Credit Cards! Cash no good!... Cops want to not only BUST ME but BE my ATTORNEY, Bank Manager INSISTS on ANAL SEX just to get a new Cheque book, the Plumber, Milk Man will NOT screw my Wife whilst I-m at the Office Unless they gets an extra $20!...VALET service at the Beverly Hills  MacDonald's, otherwise, Arrivederci Cheeseburger! Blow Job for KETCHUP!!!! My Crucifixion.

On CALVARY I HAD a few Shekels. The OTHER two Smucks went Economy. It cost me an extra TENNER to get jabbed by a spear in the RIBS, Custom Nails, all three, hands, feet adjoined and IF I-d had a Telescope, a view of the distant Dead Sea. A package deal. And the WAILING, singing of the Calvary Hill Gal Band was pitiful but at THAT point I really was beyond caring. It pissed it down with rain of course.  Bloody eclipse didn't help either. No worries. Me and JUDAS had discussed the DRAMA.

JEEZE!!!...May ALL your Camels be fertile! It-s enough to Piss Off the Pope!!!...No Smoking on the Beach IN CALIFORNIA, your next door neighbour is a RUSSIAN NERVE GAS SPY.....I had my suspicions, didn't care....TOM BROWNS SCHOOLDAYS are finally under the Social microscope and the historical ROT of Royalty may yet be Unseated....such a Cross to bear. And has for ME, wearing a Crown of thorns, DYING, yet dying for a cigarette, better still, a shot of Good IRISH, appalled by the desertion of my Disciples or Woman's Love in life  that I had found, Crucified, between my ignorance and Understanding, now suborned, the Authorities, the Roman Soldiers, who settle down around camp fires to play games of Chance.

Oh Lord, forgive them for what they do....Oh Lord, CRUSH my bones into powder so I may never exist again.

BEING Crucified....I have some Thoughts.... The Carpenter COULD have done a better job. I-m kind of at AN ANGLE. The ECONOMY GUYS, almost TRIANGLE! They will GO before me. Camaraderie in Fate is fleeting. The guy on my Left, a STOIC, now wants GOD! On the Right, a De/frock ed Rabbi, defecated some Coins...but to SAVE his Ass, to no avail. A blue face but no inner light to save his grace.
I wish those GALS would quit singing!
Oh Lord! Forgive them for what they do!...Oh Lord, CRUSH my bones into Powder so I may never exist again! Just give me a Cigarette for god sakes! A dram of IRISH... to UN/cord the Loves, and Love that I have known.
I cannot TWEET! Otherwise I-d tell you how Crucifixion, during asphyxiation,  hurts your FEET!



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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Long Legged Gal in a Black Dress!

\Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, LONG legged Gal... ITALIAN....In a Black Dress.

*dedicato. Andrea Squizz.


In Torino, MAYBE Napoli, dont HOLD me to Brindisi, it could have BEEN Salerno which MEANS it was PALERMO, that long, legged Gal...in a Black dress!

IN MILANO, I COULD be wrong, Vicenzo, SUMMERTIME in the VENITO, I-m confused, or UP in BOLZANO, Martini/WHASSIT SKI, but that long legged Gal, ITAIAN GAL, dressed in Black, had me on my knees.

OH!!! ROMA...Forgot to phone her.. She STALKED me all the way to CREMONA, then we LEANED ...together...by the tower of PISA, I said I would go to the bathroom.

She FOLLOWED me to GENVOA. By THIS time I had grown a beard, changed my named, looked like a 9 year old Hindu Boy....but there was NO fooling, my long legged Gal....Italiano...in a Black dress!

Tranquillo. We got married. She got bored. She left me. Tutte bene. Benvenuto, per te, my long legged Gal....in a Nero Attire!... My long legged Gal...in a black dress!

INTERPOL, CIA, MI%, Brit Intel.... No worries.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, kiss upon Kiss....

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, KISS upon Kiss...


BUMMER!!! I got Nothing! Just, HEY! Gonna THWANG my Guitar. Gonna SING! Just how I FEEL...hoping OK with YOU. No BLUES, Just YOU! And that WRAP AROUND come SUMMER feeling.
U can SHOOT ME, Ragazzi, but...I guarantee I-ll Dodge ya Bullet. And HOPING U DO the SAME!
JESUS loves a Survivor. Ulysses, somehow made it Home, DANG!!! A kiss upon a Kiss....

Eggs, 1.50 Euroes.



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our man i europe, dave delacroix, the man who pissed himself in the rain.

our man in Europe, dave Delacroix, the man who pissed himself in the rain....


Aston, SwALLOWNEST, hIGH sCHOOL....!960S....nO doubt, NOTHING HAS CHANGED.


*DEDICATO... Steve Cousins, SOOTY, Kate, LEFTY!,  Lynn Williams, Kevin Milner, Cheryl....Kids I knew....


Milk, 1 euro
Extra Virgin Olive Oil, 5 Euroes.
Carrots, 99 cents.
Funghi, Mushrooms, 1.58, euroes.
Burro, Butter, 2.58 Euroes.
SMILE on the Cashiers face,
...priceless,
a gig for ever more.
Caulifower, buck/50!

Getting KNIGHTED
*Buck House!
NO place for a POET
this side of Paradise
under Milkwood
TITES
Suckle, Milk, 1 Euro

YOHURT, ya YUMMY,
black kiss, smear,
YOU UN KISS
kids, Sistas,
let run free, YO!!!!!!!
Unto your black DEVIL Unction,
Unbeleive, I COMMAND!!!
Undecipherable!

The Man who PISSED in the Rain,
the BULLY, the hollow
unto eternity....and a game of RUGBY.
The VICTIM!!!!

.....I forgot BROWNIE, Bonehead,
I forgot Leon YAWA, left forward
RUGGER, only black kid in School
an talking POTPURRI
Ginger, Garlic, Onions,
but will masses of Olive OIL
save my Soul...
the man,
who pissed
himself
in the rain, not hard to DO....
as a Child.

Sack of Potatoes, 1,78 euroes.




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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ONE Night in PERU...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, ONE Night in Peru....


One night in Peru ...my FEET clutched the ground. My MIND...my mind wailed at the Sky! Seemed like the right thing to DO, Clutching, Aspiring, an endeavour, a REBELLION against forces beyond my control, ALL MEN, men with WILLS, enforcement, Democracy, Democracy AT their Will...who-s to argue, U, my MOM, my KIDS, my Community of future Social SLAVES...and who kisses the SPUR of the next Conquistador, latent, he dies of FEVER.
One night in Peru, do I put flowers on his Funeral pyre, this man, THIS CREATURE, AS his Successors arrive, do we say, THIS MAN, worthy, UNLOVED, amongst Us.... Did HIS GOD pray for him, or your OWN GODS, for your finery in the SHADE of our DIGNITY...Do your GODS sing... In OUR community, we gather, sit. A cooking pot.
One night in Peru. Oh the stupidity, the avarice of Man! The dead man-s  ghost reflects in the faces surrounding our campfire. Yet when the fire is done...the Man is gone.


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Our MAN in Europe, dave delacroix, LORD of the DANCE!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, LORD of the DANCE!

*dedicato. Kim Philby.


COME dance! Dance! Where Ever U may be, U dumb Asses, I AM the LORD of the DANCE said HE and I-ll lead U ALL , U Dumb fucks!!!

A May Day Song.
U get Fricked.
Your Girl gets POLKED!
Bury your Elders with a minimum of fuss. U got PRETTY COUSINS we STILL wanna USURP!
Amongst the Poppies, row on row.
Cannon fodder of OUR fornication!

And in those FIELDS in Ancient Times...walk amongst ENGLAND'S Green...Oh Yup! And did the HOLY LAMB of GOD...ever FUCK U in the ASS... I hobble with U. As E/Mails long overdue, a faded Sodomized Public School Boys smile> MY PARENTS ordained. Extended ANAL CAVITY, no need to explain. Next week, no worries, I-m off to ETON!!! ANAL PAIN...a Thesis....and just WHEN does it CEASES to become abusive, OINTMENTS...as we take our SEAT in the Houses of Parliament, getting plastered with fellow sodomites, guest  bands like THE CLASH, piano players, in the HARCOURT ROOM...ALL experienced, sucking the Royal Dick!

Come DANCE, dance, where ever U may BE..... I SURE AM the Lord of the Dance, said HE, an I-ll lead U Pricks, where ever U may Be, to HELL, where ELSE to GO.... in your OWN Acidic BRITISH Unction.....


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "LORD JIM...."

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ ."LORD JIM!"


(dedicato, Joseph Conrad.)


After the STORM when U got Home, the HOUSE, uncannily, still had a ROOF, windows, a front DOOR, a PIECE of YOU. Just you.

Miraculous. Reported THUS in the Penile Press. That flock of Geese, SWARM of Snakes, MURDER of Crows, SCHOOL - if ANY? - of landlubber WHALES, all, ALL had been slaughtered; MOM and the Kids had long since abandoned?

After the Storm, hoist down the Jon B. Sloop Sail. A Lee wind to INNER paradise, swirls, neck kisses with false Promises....like Infidelity? And WHO sings SIN, cast the first Stone or break your BONES whilst a Sail, a SPINNAKER, a high wind to Jamaica, an envisioned Symphony of how LIFE could BE on the High Seas, and that UN-utter able, that Undecipherable dynamic, second-guess-folly of SONG,  never to let U rest in peace...when U got home? Oh Yes! U GET to GO HOME.
After the Storm only the inner PROOF of a desire for a SECOND YOUTH, undermines and WILL beckon your travels!?

After the Storm when U got Home.. The House, the HOME, Uncannily, still had a ROOF, a SMELL, a VISION, untoward? Children laughed, cried, U dried their noses! Kisses were dispensed? A Souvenir HERE, a Souvenir THERE, a treat of kisses and the GHOST of YOUR funnel web infinity? A DOOR, some Windows. A ROOF.
It's SAID that Beachcombers saunter, shoreline. Like Parasites. Looking for a Clue....in their sad Eternity?
YO!!! It's NOT for ME to second Guess. LORD KNOWS!? My HOME is in the Nature of my Searching?.... that horizon of Killers and Saviours of Ideas? SO!!! Hoist up the John B. Sails, Meboys! See how the main Sail sails....!?




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Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, IN THE NUDE.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, IN THE NUDE.


dedicato; old Claifornian  friend Brian Wilson.


It-s JUST Unheard
Its in my CURLS
the way I SING
or YELL, somedays
how I cry OUT
or whisper
amongst the COGNISCENTi
folks
People in my midst
I just want to BE alone.

SHE drags me UNTO
a deep blue Sea
and ALL the World
that U feel and see
that WRAPS around
ANY YOU,
NOT YOU,
just Me.

It-s Unfound, DISCOVERED
what She sees
that WIGGLE
CONSCIOUSNESS
where, NO PLACE,
Kids flock to see,
butts, titts, ORAL Philosophy!
Who cries for the Celebutt
The raging Sex
or the Nubile, distinct,
GOOD VIBRATIONS

....sung by the BEACH BOYS!

Pollo....8.00 Euroes
Milk.....x3...3 Euroes.
Butter.....2.59. Euroes.
Yoghurt......2.00 Euroes
FAGIOLI, Beans, 59 cents per can.

Help me Rohonda!!! Help me RHONDA!!!

Still singing....Still Singing Buddy. Still Singing....My Friends.
Angels in the Nude. Just like.




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Our Man...in Europe, dave delacroix, Sweethearts on the Run.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Sweethearts on the Run.



...I ran into RENO, play'in the Slots, didn't have much to say, no guessing what HE or SHE has got and just who played WHAT in separate Poker games?

I ran into Nashville, She was play'in a Song, HE was Blues'in OUT in a nearby town, No-place, USA?

I drove Up to Chicago, up to Windy City N' She was play'in  Mandolin and HE, Banjo in An Arbor
and cross over  to San Francisco, HE, She in Oakland, Telegraph Avenue, never the twain will fall in love again?

Now don't cha go mess'in with my Name in the town of Delacroix, by Baton Rough, and New Orleans, some Layfetian Hat's & McCoys; so SHE Gigs out in Austin Texas, HE gigs in St. Antoine and the ONLY thing that keeps them together is...being now alone.

There's no SPORT in the Rio Grande, there's no SNOW in Death Valley? There's no Mescal in Brownsville-Texas I'd care to taste? There's no Mi-tai in El Paso? I'll save it for Tequila?  There's no wonder'in bout NO wonder'in, there's no Circle U can find , a story on your mind to map the road when it's been told, a preclusion?

Hallelujah, Someday! Desert Angels Sing! Across the wide Missouri! Chevy Tires on the Interstate Highway, a frozen hitch hiker, some Mother's Son?
Hallelujah! Someday! A 10 Gallon Stetson, Rhinestone Rodeo! And who's to say just what Don't work out ...like Sweethearts on the run.

So find me UP in Washington State, jamm'in in Portland Oregon, in Butte, Montana SHE wails the Frontier Boys?
The HIM, the Her?  And a truly desperate road, a print floral dress, a tattered cowboy hat, a guitar, a guitar, a bano, a Mandolin... and the people, never the twain again will meet ...and for HE and SHE on separate trails; but it's better, THIS, somehow,  than being alone.



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Our Man in europe, dave delacroix, thIs side of Hollywood.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, This SIDE of Hollywood.,,,

*dedicato INGA. A SERIOUS Lady. A SOUL Prosecutor...A FRIEND.
She lives in Munchen Gladbach, Germany.
She GETS my Vote.
(I'm lucky to BE alive)


This Side of Hollywood.... (MOVIE, Malibu, IN-sequential)



....Gotta FREEBIE, crashed at the Cats San Fernando home, next to the 101 freeway but had a Club Room, full BAR...I was Shciesta Stanco, fucked out, but STILL had a PULSE, NO WAY JOSE woz I gonna pass up on da Moment....which is when I had a VISION  of the VIRGIN....Captain Beefheart, SURE NOUGH...and YES I do.

What DAY is it...answers on a postcard, e mail, twit ya Ass. Samunbulism Jewish! WHA!???

My BONNY lies over the ocean, my bonnie lies over the Sea...My Bonnie lies over the Ocean. So bring back my Bonny to Me. BRING BACK, oh Bring is Ass on Back. YUP! Louis THALBERG, bring BACK his dynamic to Me. MAKE ....MOVIES!!!

OK. CLIFF shoot. Minimal film crew Shoot due to geographical location.... OK We just lost the Cameraman. He-d won a couple of Awards. Can somebody call his wife....
OK. BEDROOM SCENE....Can we PUMP up the Disco Music so the Actors can get in  the MOOD...
OK. Looks good. Feels good.
WHATS the Name of the MOVIE!!!! The Question Mark! The Question Mark!.... Munroe Starr! Has anyone SEEN the Director....let me know.
THE SEQUEL, The Question Mark. OK. Sign Off on that one. No Problem. Stephen King Story. Question Mark EATS every Actor.....which leaves us with an eMpty set....

I like the IDEA of the car crash 101 Freeway. Soundtrack by, wahassit name, GRAM PARSONS! Ok! Light, wassit.CAMERA, GO FRENCH, Black & White.....

Bela: "I REALLY wanna Frick U Babee!?"
Dude: "I dunno... I'm on da Rag....?
Bela: "Can't we Swipe dat dingsta CLEAN!?"
Dude: "THIS side of $25.000, I guess...No problemo!?"
Bela: "Sucker!"

Bela SHOOTS Dude in the crotch and watches him die.



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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Siciliano Canzone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Siciliano Canzone.

dedicato, senor Nemo.


Go Pass on Stranger, U pass me on by. Go Pass, think Good ...till the next Sunrise, Go Avante, Viaggio, go sing your Song, go pass U Stranger, GO PASS.

Go pass, Belladonna, go pass with MY love and ALL the Men that  hurt you, all the Sad Men, the BAD BOYS....I arrived, LATE, I arrived in the wrong City, but I FOUND your heart .....and nursed it in my hand, a Sicilia!

Its LATE, its always late when WE collect who we ARE, there are THINGS, U know, that we cannot always share,

Orchards of Arancia, Overseas Cousins who speak of RESPECT, and how little they understand our Gentleness...yet Usurped with our Culturality, OUR THING. a Cosa Nostra...A History of INTRUSION.....
So pass ON stranger. There is Nothing for U to Understand. Here is the Wine. I will share it with you.

WE fight, we are NOT helpless. I bandage my hand! My Bela-s antagonist is dead. I STAND for HER, my Land....and ALL the THINGS ...I Understand.

Go pass on by, Stranger. Be well. And sing the Songs that YOU too in your OWN Country understand.


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