Our Man in Europe. Dave Delacroix. "BITS & BOBS!" (And all those...)

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Bits & Bobs!"

(dedicato: Gordon Westeran)

"BITS & BOBS!"

...BOX O MATCHES, SWAN VESTA, SMOKES, TEN QUID in your "TROU"?  Levis, Ben Sherman shirt, BATA on your feet. A Harrington windbreaker, Sheffield U.K, cold & rain. 1960s. Pre-internet, no Cellphone... when U could still use your brain.

 A 2-TcONE Suit with a Blue-Beat hat: A-ROCKSTEADY! That KID U went AT! (Tomorrows Rockstar?) ...A megaphone bowtie but a tapping-pointed shoe. TAMLA-MOTOWN tunes resound: "Gimmie just a little more time!?", some Chairman at the Board?

Bits & Bobs. Your first music/L.P. STEREO, Paul Simon, Jimi Hendrix replacing a rusting country BICYCLE/ U roamed afar, 50 miles in a day - locked in those RUGBY school days when U scored that victory "TRY"! (The TEAM singing, Johnny Cash's: "Cocksuckers in the sky!" tra-la-la!

... And that splendor in the grass. Girls' hearts come & go. just who "all-hallows", whittles into your soul, "Dia del la Morte" which unsounds your goal. The "Sunshine of your Love", or as for U, "Do U know the way to Santa FE?" Why would U? It's just another gig.

The ROAR of YOUTH. Innocent vivacity. A box of Matches, now a whisky flask on your hip, and all those Bits & Bobs, but no whining, we take to our grave. BEHOLD THE MIRROR! BEHOLD YOUR FACE! Shakespeare TOO had his moments.

...A box of matches. BITS & BOBS! Swan Vesta! Strike a light! I wondered lonely - tongue in cheek - as a cloud... And all those crazy things we thought were Cool. (Anybody gotta match!?) ...Don't ask. Don't tell less U ruin the spell! Those bits & bobs. We got. That BLING, our solo Song.

c.2026. davedelacroix.

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A road map to your ZEN."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A road map to your ZEN."

...A ROAD MAP to your ZODIAC, a road map to your COOL, a road map to your ZEN...Do U have a NANO, a minute, an hour to learn just how U began? 

Afterall, a G.P.S. to your Soul, worthy of investigation/what's not to like, but perhaps only U?

A road map to your Umbilical, a "double helix" of imagination that reaches to the sky. It doesn't matter if U have to wonder why? ZEN? A neighbor?

...ZEN, a neighbor? Buddy/BABE on Facebook? Just a concrete-Internet concept away to chisel at your mind, Spam-on-Spam in (lingua) Mandarin? Maybe she's cute?

...A road map/G.P.S., satellites in the sky like "olde Tyme" road signposts, directing: "GO WEST YOUNG MAN!". Later? Let me know the reason why.

A zillion "friends" who U have never met. A road map to your Zodiac. A road map, a ONE-WAY street to your Cool. 

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A kiss after midnight Blues."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A kiss after midnight. Blues."

...WHATEVER IT TAKES, it could be JUNK, Cocaine or just the Booze. Whatever it takes, a broken Love, a broken Home, that song U sing.

Whatever it takes, late mornings or in the dead of night. Nobody's perfect, a long journey into the light. And a kiss after midnight, whatever it TAKES it's still U.

Whatever! Whatever! -It takes hard times, rough seas, outrageous fortune, and a ring upon a finger? Like two names carved upon a tree, and that kiss after midnight where we're supposed to be.

Whatever it takes, whatever we KNEW, that Man for U, that Gal for Me. Whatever it takes, that kiss after midnight... ain't never gonna set me free.

c.2026. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "ROLLO TOMASSI!" (After Movie, L.A. Confidential.)

 Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "ROLLO TOMASSI!" (After Movie, L.A. Confidential.)

...ROLLO TOMASSI, THE KILLER in your heart, maybe your CONSCIENCE who gets away with murder? ...Somehow, however "LAURA", your EX, outta town, but U R in the frame; a Hearts grave is STILL dead to rights? One Heart? Two hearts? Did U have 2 keys?

Rollo Tomassi, that ghost-like, illusive black bag man U carry thru your life, yet who sometimes escapes giving the Cops "a shadow of a doubt" & on a wasted Saturday night WOTCHAGONNADO? -No Barkeep/tab-owing & dementia fellow barfly, "How's a Boy?" 

And no use in blaming it on a lost weekend/a drunkards Brigadoon: "I was at the 'Green Cockatoo" playing Poker with 5 guys named "Moe". It's a withered alibi when U look a SHAMUS in the eye before the L.A.P.D. slip on the bracelets?

There's VELMA of course who will (just for U) swear on a STACK (Bibles); WANDA will say the same, plead "double insemination", same time, different Malibu beach house: The tide, I guess was in that night.

Rollo Tomassi. Out on a spree? Heart palpitations, 2 "Frail" alibis. Boulevard neon's starting to bleed? Only ROLLO can save U. U need him like that trusted friend, like the umbrella from your bank manager, no worries...unless it's raining.

Rollo Tomassi. The Man in U. The one U wish U never knew? A Jack-be-nimble/Jack be quick! HISTORY! Biography? Bell, Book & Candlestick. Clues U left behind. Where does the Time all go? And your Rollo Tomassi...still on the loose!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Mariachi in the Afternoon."

 Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The Mariachi in the Afternoon."

...THE MARIACHI (singing/guitar/travelling Minstrel) in the afternoon; 'hungover!", choice - drinks - a RIOJA or a glass of MILK, ashtrays full, mind numb from the concertina night before when his magic ruled the bistro floor.

The Mariachi in the afternoon, faded tuxedo, blurred mascara, dainty lipstick on his collar, bowtie askew, no Roadies, no Groupies - all gone home -to encore. A thunder within their own experience. A memory. Soon forgotten.

The Mariachi in the afternoon, a MATADOR in aspic, now over dressed, comic, a psyche-marooned with a past night HUZZAH! An echo of a maverick a-song. Just a Mariachi in the afternoon. Truely solo. A guitar by his side with 3 broken strings.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BLU MOON."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BLU MOON."

...BLU MOON OVER London, Paris or Rome when U R alone but as long as U R, ALONE, to kiss the splendor of the Night.

BLU MOON, a heart in exile, that suture for your wound, an exhumation, yet a mirror-cracked; was it laughter or a SCREAM, a tender heart in a Blu moon night?

BLU MOON. A Great Gatsby, a Night Swimmer, swimming pool, cut down like a Baron, a King, an unrequited destiny, an AL BOWLLY background song?

BLU MOON, standing alone. Without a dream in your heart. Without a love of your own.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Angel of the Morning."

 Our Man in Europe, now living in Belize: "Angel in the morning."

...ANGEL IN THE MORNING. Angel hanging out. In plain sight. The Angel of the Morning, bloody Mary-cocktail, awakening. That drunken Man, ears filled with Tavern song & midnight stories, myriad visions in Pine forests...

... a wisp in the wind, a dance in your gaze or to clutch at your crotch like a Goethe "Schwartz-Nacht Engel"...Saint Walpurgis night!...

...Wizards, devils dance in the air, a satanic ANGEL un-afraid, that screams that hollow scream enabling your song for a night into a dreary day which lights a lantern to stumble on your way.

DOGS ARE BARKING! But Cats MEOWW...like angels in the morning, "a-la" a daughter (Sisters?) a love for her pet Lamb? A courage un-foreseen. A William Tells bow ARROW, a spleen. Did U ever SCRATCH THAT? TELESCOPE? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? And just who or what R. U. supposed to be?

The Angel in the Moonlight, an intrinsic forgotten valve, a lost kernel, a bud, a shoot from another's tree. Or a promise, a SYMPHONY, yet like an angel in the morning ...flew with gossamer wings.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix