Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 16: "WANDA, No. 2"

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 16:  "WANDA, No. 2."


(Co-written with BLIND BILL from East Texas, USA:)

WANDA, WANDA, WANDA!
Oft' dat I have WANDA-D;
WANDA, WANDA, WANDA!
-Is it U
On the road to RIVERGARO?

WANDA, WANDA, WANDA!
Ask me if "I" WANDA?
-On the the road to San Bernadino,
and the Hollywood ZOO?

WANDA, WANDA, WANDA!
Is YOUR Blue the same
as MY Blue?
On that Highway, WEST

heading cross the desert
to sweet CALIFORNIA?
Point that FORD MUSTANG
into the sunset;
WANDA, WANDA, WANDA:
It's so U.

WANDA, WANDA, WANDA!
Do U ever WANDA?
Nobody loves U with no shoes:
Forgive me now, with
these WANDA, lovesick Blues...
(Tra-la-la...)



c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Fienza-Italia

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 15: "Shrove Tuesday"...

Our Man in Europe/the Naked Planet, No. 15:  "Shrove Tuesday..."


"1 -a penny, 2 -a penny, Hot-Cross Buns!"

...Like my old MA, back in the 1960's, used to tell me every Shrove Tuesday: "Davey?" -she'd say, "WISDOM is FREE, but it takes a Life-time in the getting!"
I seem to recall - on hearing this - I experienced my first Spiritual doubts causing me to immediately resign from the School Choir, quit learning/playing Trumpet-reading Music (think I told the old MAN I had the beginnings of Arthritis - in my fingers - due to over-exposure to his chain-smoking (so far, so good), and complained of "headiness", especially around school-examinations time.
This excuse worked for 3 semesters (actually? For 3 whole years!). The Trumpet gathered dust. I started a "Postage" Stamp collection, read a lot of DICKENS and BIGGLES, and with my bro, Steve, the Captain of our School Rugger team, foundered a HAMSTER FARM (heady days!) and went camping in the (hills) Peak District of Derbyshire, England, where we met many hippies (usually stoned or drunk), looking FOR "headiness"! And without fail,  I always proffered an invitation for them to come on home with me and meet my MA who, in MY view, was "hunky-dory" with THE MAN (Wisdom!)...
None of these psychedelic folks - now, as I write, are not alive, or not feeling very well? - ever followed through. I wish they HAD! MA's opinion about "WOODSTOCK PEOPLE", actually, was quite ambivalent. The old Man? (PA). He'd a'blown smoke in their face!
Funny thing, Wisdom? It's encoded in EVERY ONE'S UN-whispered, middle name.

"MA! PA!? -I just met  6 UN-washed, lice-infested Hippies! Can I bring them home with me?"
"SURE, Son. No problem. Bring 'em on home in about 60 or 70 years!"
"DAAAAD!!!? -WHAAAAAAA!!!"
...And so it goes:

"1 -a penny, 2 -a penny, Hot-Cross Buns!"


c 2014/davedelacroix/now LORD BORGO/Torino, Italia...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 14: "...I still love PARIS."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 14:  "...I still love PARIS."


I STILL love Paris. ROME? -I'm hooked! New York City? -I don't know what all the fuss is about? BROOKLYN, on the other hand?... Don't ever try busking on MAIN STREET in Little Rock, Arkansas. TWO reasons! There ISN'T one and either Bubba or the "Barney Fife's" will set U to rights!
I always liked DENVER, Colorado; half the "Native" population - who in 2014 now compose of only  1% OF the city's denizens - were "conceived" in the back of a CHEVY 57 which accounts for PETE NALTY and THE JINNS, the REX MOSER BUCKWILD SWINGSTERS, etc., the best ROCKABILLY-AMERICANA music West of the Pecos!.... Stumbled around Berlin (Germany) for a spell. To THIS DAY, I can't figure out why? And the FACTORY of London, England? -I envy the grateful dead.
...Most beautiful; mornings? -before the devil sun gets ornery?  TUSCON, Arizona. Best panoramic sunsets? -Kansas City, Kansas. Best LIGHT? -go Morocco or Venice, Italy. Best starlit night? -go sleep alone in the Nevada desert. Best water to drink? Sheffield, Yorkshire, England. Best BEER? -where-ever it's sold! Best Whisky?...If U don't know this one - I'm not going to help U. Best Bourbon? -ask "mah kin". Best RYE? -they sell a lot of it up in Canada, without which, in Winter, you'll (fill in blank):.................find life tedious. RUSSIAN Vodka, Polish Vodka? -the jury's still out on who rules supreme - amazing what those Cats can do with a POTATO!? -RUM? --best go to Trinidad. And, finally? Best LOOKING DUDE on the Planet, outside of ME? -You're probably sleeping WITH him. Best GAL in the World, outside of Helen of Troy (Miss Trouble!) ...(fill in the blank, boys:) ................ -Probably "the one that got away?" -Like I say? - I STILL love Paris....:)


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 13: "American Breakfast!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 13:  "American Breakfast!"


So. SHOOT ME! -Got some mash potatoes (don't ask how?), some HAM, and threw a couple-6 eggs in the pan; put them on LOW gas... Then? I got busy doin' something else. Helped my neighbor fix his FORD "pick-up" truck, then we popped a coupl'a "brewskies", HAD to discuss CARBURETTERS - Carburetters need more DISCUSS than the Meaning of Life? - then "the kid" - lightly - fell off the front yard swing and my neighbor grabbed his toolbox and went to "fixing"; I had to bandage the Kid and MA was in the backyard hanging out laundry, so we were keeping it quiet? Then Gramps and the MOMA BEE - unexpectedly -  arrived in their TOYOTA sedan with Sweet Potato Pie and "Kid's Candy": Home-made Iced-cream!!... It was all I could do to quit being "bi-polar", holler to my "true love": PUT MORE EGGS on the fryer, honey? -I'm running to the Dresser, get me a clean shirt? ...Sit everyone down by the BBQ. And I'll be there when the eggs are done!...:)


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/TORINO-Italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 12: " ROUTE 66"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 12:  "ROUTE 66!"

(co-written with BLIND BILL, from Texas)

YA don't belong in JERUSALEM and
you certainly DON'T belong in San Francisco
- trust me! -  and U don't belong in PARIS (France?);
Albuquerque? -give it a pass?

"Did U ever go to St. Petersburg (Its in Russia?) and meet
me in a bar?"
...Me neither;
"Must a 'bin two other guys?"...

Did U ever meet Helen (from TROY) or Brigitte Bardot? Did U ever
meet the BARBIE TWINS? (I did).
Did U ever surf a BIG WEDNESDAY and then get to talk about it?
(There's that.)

She's the RED MUSTANG or BLUE CORVETTE, that'll take U all the way to SAN PERDO!
Blonde? Brunette!? And the color of her Eyes? -Treat her RIGHT, or, it's GUARRANTEED: PALOOKAVILLE:
Route 66.

In KINGMAN, Arizona, did ya ever  get to sing da Blues; old freight trains passing by?
At the HOTEL BEALE, on the road to JERUSALEM, South of
highway, ROUTE 66: did U PASS THE WORD?

-For what it's worth? -Neither did  I.



c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo, esq./Malino-whose ya daaddy?

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 11: "The getting of Wisdom..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 11:  "The getting of Wisdom..."


Finding myself in the heart of a NIGERIAN "birthing-ceremony" for a young child, hosted by GODWIN (a King's name) , I find myself bereft of a gift; no GOLD, no FRANKINCENSE, nor MER. Meantime? THREE HUNDRED Nigerian "Aristocrats" - salute East African canzone//songs and drum SAGAS deep-sink into the bottom of your Soul?
ZEUS! (If U had time?) -find ME!
ISIS! (If U have time?) -lend me a Dime!
MOSES! -I know you're busy; Mohamed, the Prophet too? - but the celebration of "the Naming of the Child", in God's kingdom? -Let it be cherished and be-knowned. THIS little girl who came into the world?  -Her mom and dad named her "Wisdom"; one day, perhaps, I will fall at her feet? And, as for spiritual moments? DON'T pity the Poet who writes these lines, now - in Elysium - with the getting of wisdom...and with the getting of wisdom?


c 2014/dfavedelacroix/lordy-lordy-lordy-Piacenza-italia!...:)
 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 10: BANG-BANG!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 10:  BANG-BANG!



BANG-BANG! - She shot me down! Bang-bang! -I hit the ground! Bang-Bang! -from here to ever-more?
BANG-BANG! -It really HURT! Bang-bang! -I lost my Shirt! Bang-bang! - I'm gone for ever-more.

...So there I was on the via corso whatsit?, whistling a tune like it was the fourth of July, when - suddenly? - U caught my eye?

BANG-BANG! -U shot me down! BANG-BANG, forget dat frown? Bang-bang! -A love for ever-more....? Bang-bang! -Sister-Sweet! Bang-bang, sweet Elenore.

NOW?... I live in a Greek Monastery... Food ? - no heating/air conditioning,  is limited... But there's lots of VINO! Yet my love is so far away...?

BANG-BANG! -She shot me down! BANG-BANG! -I hit the ground! Bang-bang! -from here, to ever-more...? BANG-BANG! -It really HURT! -Bang-bang: I lost my shirt! -Bang-bang? -I'm gone for ever-more...


c 2014/dave delacroix/lord borgo- piacenza-italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 9: EAST OF EDEN (Ciao-bello!)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 9:  EAST OF EDEN (Ciao-bello!)


Ciao-bello, mi amici, ciao-bello my old friend? Ciao-bello mio familia-Italia; blood and bond.
AIUTO!? HELP!?
-No problemo!
-"Papem habemus!"
And "Romona from Cremona",  who almost broke my heart?
-Ciao-bello, my sweet.

Ciao-bello to ROMA, ciao-bello, TORINO too. Bologna, Genoa, Firenza: Cia-bello MILANO and all the friends I kiss?
Ciao-bello NAPOLI, Venizia?
in friendship, I ask U:

-Do we drink such sweet wine,
East of Eden
- con ragazzi? - on the other Side?


Ciao-bello!  - ROCK AND ROLL! - Mi Amici, till death do we part.


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/St. Grigio-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 8: "Mr McCawber and the Holy Grail"...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 8:  "Mr McCawber and the Holy Grail"...

(...A loose interpretation of Charles Dicken's "David Copperfield" featuring Literary RAKE, Mr McCawber)


"...My DEAR Mr Copperfield, if only the "intrepidity's" of life's endeavors were so simple, then, BY JOVE! -I do believe: "something will turn up!"

"...For a brief span of weeks, inexplicably and unaccountably separated from my beloved Wife and several bambinos - who's names at present, escape me? -  I was inadvertently compelled by that felonious Devil - known to you All as URIAH HEEP - to partake in a ZURICH (Switzerland) Deposit Bank robbery whose fine establishment - it should be noted? - I had no previous affiliations?"

"...MISTER U. HEAP, Esq. had surrounded himself with a motley crew of Blackguards consisting of retired AL QUEDAH operatives, THE GRANDSON OF "the son of SAM" (a scurvy knave) and several "DE-frock ed" CROUPIERS from the town of LAS VEGAS where - as I understand it? - they are currently WANTED by that Colonial Law-enforcement Agency, the F.B.I."

"....My Dear Copperfield? I, pray, do NOT condemn me for falling a-foul of outrageous fortune whilst prevailing in Providence? ALACK! -The ZURICH bank heist was executed with the most eminent precision yet, whilst I personally occupied myself with stuffing bank notes into every available pocket on my person, HEAP and his devilish associates seemed intent on locating something OTHER than Coin!? -thus, feeling my present PENURY fully remunerated, I felt obliged to vacate this - ordinarily - OBTUSE situation, abandoning my "in-different" comrades of miss-fortune to their zealous enquiries, though, on my departure, I took possession of an antique chalice as a memento of my temporary lapse in respect to Honor, Virtue, and, otherwise, my UN-flagging respect for LAW and ORDER."

" And fortuitous, indeed,  was my departure's expediency as not two minutes - by the clock - ARMED Swiss authorities arrived and, according to the MEDIA, there was a gun battle, a short car chase, more gun fire; HEAP and his felons were annihilated!!!... Which was quite audible from the fine restaurant where-in I enjoyed my labors reward over roast duck and Chablis."

"My Dear Copperfield? -I can impeccably and duly report that Mrs Micawber and my several bambinos - whose names presently escape me - are healthy and well. However? -ILL-advised by several unscrupulous men of Business - I once again find myself bereft of funds and implore you to advance me the sum of €500, re-payable over a short, six month period with an adjacent interest rate of  six per cent,  which - I hope? - you will find commodious?"

"...THUS, from my recounted experience of my one - and only! - venture into criminal adversity, all I have to show for it is that singular, though ODD looking Chalice which sits over my humble hearth (fire place) which Mrs Micawber occasionally adorns with decorative roadside blooms; though, I am EVER confident, with the "morrow", something will turn UP!..."


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borego/Candalesco-Ital.

Our Man in Europe/the Naked Planet, no. 7: TEFLON DAN

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 7:  TEFLON DAN


Teflon Dan
He's da Man,
Nuttin' sticks.

Teflon Dan
Owes me $20!
and (subject to
currency exchange
fluctuations)
amounts, now, to
€3.00.
Finally, I can afford
an Education.

Teflon Dan
He's Da Man.
Is it Wednesday,
or should I join him
in dat BANK HEIST
he's got planned?

Teflon Dan (from Milan)
He's da Man;
Teflon Dan;
Nuttin' sticks.

Teflon Dan?
Whilst I write?
My bacon on the stove
fried to a crisp.



c 2014/davedelacroix//lord borgo/Bologna-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 6: WANDA (Missippi Queen)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No. 6:  WANDA (Mississippi Queen)

WANDA comes  from Hamburg, Germany.  Both BLIND BILL (Texan Poet)  and I wrote a song about her "back in the day". We decided? -Call it: WANDA. It was, aesthetically, a tad off the tracks but both Blind-Bill and I gave it the "thumbs UP", which is unusual? - GOES like this:

"WANDA"

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda
Do U ever WANDA?
Wanda, wanda, wanda
Is it day or is it night?
Wanda, wanda, wanda
Do U ever WANDA?
NICE DINNER!
Wanda, wanda, wanda
I'll be late:
Don't wait up!?"

...WANDA was on my Case - in Germany - to ship her out to NASHVILLE or LOS ANGELES... Money being tight, we got her as far as San Antonio, Texas,  where she encountered the usual TEX-MEX-suspects, but Blind-Bill, from his "base-camp"/Airstream Trailer parked - someplace - near EL PASO - came to the rescue like I knew he would... Now? WANDA? -She hosts some CAJUN Cabaret down in the Mississippi delta, half a yodel from New Orleans. I heard she's changed? -Gone North, artistically. Gone SOUTH! -a'la Savant... Who's to say? She BITCH-SLAPS over-weight Bikers in the bar, I hear, and plays electric-Ukulele/sings TOO, like a Summer's rain; short, fresh, and wishing there was more.

As always? She's tall, blond, lithe; subject to hair-dye exotica; a penchant: for Boas and feathered costumes?
DEM Creole kids treat her like ISIS. She packs the bars, Fridays, Saturday nites!

Her name is WANDA, and I'd tell ya a whole lot more?
 -but she,
righteously,
deserving THIS boys respect?
-is now... a Mississippi Queen.


c 2014/dave delacroix/lord borgo/Milano-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked Planet, No.4: "The good Woman of Sechuzan."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix//the Naked Planet, No. 4:  "The Good Woman of Sechuzan."

(apres, Bertolt Brecht, and read by Peter Lorre)

...Anna is from China. Operates a Barbershop, via Taverna, across from Piacenza's  General Hospital. (It's real close to the HOTEL DAVE)
Anna, a confident-buxom gal, who, I since discovered was the ANCHOR in some All-gal, Chinese wrestling Team; and - I hear? - took the Silver Medallion, in Kyoto, by storm?
"Sit on the chair!" -in Italian. I am instructed, simultaneously, trying to curry favor by "mouthing" "MEEE-HOW!?"  -whilst being cloaked in Surgical blankets and relentlessly sprayed with perfumed-aqua products?
THIS, is a critical moment. Actually? -I need to explain my hair-cut-fashion-VISION; but, no dice. I'm sat in the Barber chair, SHE (Anna) smiles, sardonically (U ever SEE an Asian person Sardonic?), then she douses my "Gen. Armstrong Custer"-wavy locks with yet another layer of Aqua?
...The following belongs in a Freddy Fellini movie.
So as not to interrupt - and, remember, folks? - I only wanted a "casual MULLET", Anna  - out of the blue - BICEPS my old neck in an ARM-LOCK, which in Wrestling "parlance" is called a "Full Nelson" (?) so that I was shorn at a 45 degree angle from the Barber chair, one leg extended in the air, both arms flay ling like uninhibited chicken wings still exhibiting nervous tension, all combined, expressing STARK fear thru my one good eye?.
After 20 minutes, pretty much SHORN like a New Zealand lamb before "termination rites", Anna's  ARM-LOCK is released and I can now rest on both buttocks on the Barber's chair; additionally, my ARMS, correspond in this un-hoped for tranquility, and quit flay ling?
...Arizona tumbleweeds  (this is all about a haircut) never had it so good. Anna, like a U.S. Interstate highway, ignores this, then switches to SHANGHAI-LIL, Miss Sublime...and as flighty and as gentle as a BOLSHOI VIRGIN, dances quick, fastidious, in a delightful "pas de deux" of scissors and comb, around, and around my head she goes?
For €10/30 minutes, TOPS! -Anna parked my ass back on the via Taverna looking, and feeling, like a Million Bucks!
I do believe I will see "the good woman of Sechuzan" again...


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italy

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE NAKED PLANET, No. 2: The Third Man.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE NAKED PLANET, No. 2:  The Third Man.


It was blistering cold in BETHLEHEM. A clear cold sky. Some frickin' COMET, hovering up above? -The MOTEL 6/HOWARD-JOHNSON (hotel) was "jammus-packus", which is LATIN for "Frick off and die Young!"... We found a CRIB, a stable. Had to bunk with some Shepherds and their livestock. The house belonged to some Jewish guy named MO. He had a silver beard and no sense of humor. The rest? -It goes like this:

I was in VIENNA, all alone. NO money. HARRY LIME wasn't there to meet me at the Hauptbahnhof (station-thingy), nether was Rock-star, Michael Jackson, and MICK JAGGER was conspicuously absent...
Absolving MICK, the former were both - unaccountably - quite DEAD.
(Where was I?)
VIENNA. Odd sort of town. 200 years ago? -the Los Angeles of its Day, though worried about NAPOLEON BONAPARTE, whether "I-PHONES" would actually, someday, take off, and just WHO was THE THIRD MAN?

Frankincense, Gold and Mer: THE MAGI. Their names are lost to History; so we name them. They rode - I guess? - on executive Camels and followed that hovering COMET...which wasn't difficult, as it hovered.

VIENNA? -I was coming to that. When JESUS CHRISTOS was formally crucified, plus, terribly tortured: like in the MOVIES, and then re-discovered OUTSIDE of his TOMB, his followers (Mary Magdalen, etc.) immediately went NUTS: "WHO was the THIRD MAN!!!!?"

Back to VIENNA (Adolf Hitler's playground), the question - on the face of it? - is quite simple:

(From Carol Reed/Graham Greene's old movie: The Third Man:)

HOLLY: "Mah pal HARRY (Lime) died here!?" -gesturing to the strada.
CONCIERGE: "Ja, mein herr. Herr Winkle (and the OTHER fat guy) carried his BOD 'cross da street!"
HOLLY: "TWO fucks!?"
CONCIERGE: "NEIN! NO! THREE FUCKS!"
HOLLY: "There was a THIRD FUCK!?"
CONCIERGE: "JA!... The Father... The Son... And the Holy Ghost."


......There are SEVEN billion stories on the NAKED PLANET. This has been one of them.


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Itala.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Naked Planet, No. 1: Lassoo Larry and Francine from France.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Naked Planet, No. 1:  Lassoo-Larry and Francine from France.


There are SEVEN BILLION stories (2014) on the NAKED PLANET.

Tough days for Kids trying to make it in this indifferent world where Families barely coherse, jobs are transient, a world running out of OIL, "Prohibition" on Tobacco - in SOME backward countries - and Spin-Doctor-Governments; last thing on their minds: "Doing good for the PEOPLE"?
A man, a woman, a boy and a girl? -Lord knows; if  it's hit or miss? -But if U don't PLAY, the "pick-up-truck or old Sedan will NEVER run.. and rust never sleeps.

Lassoo-Larry, "Low-Ranger" on the RODEO circuit-totem pole, finished the Winnipeg Rodeo event on his back with three broken ribs and metal pins in his knee joints. Inter-acting with a long-horn steer - who was having a particularly bad day - Lassoo-Larry bucked and bronco-ed till - almost - the cows came home. The Rodeo crowd swore it was the best thing they ever saw; even Old Timers "gave it a chew"?...  The good folks at the Rodeo "took care of their own". The HAT was passed; Lassoo-Larry's AMBULANCE was Police-escorted to Winnipeg ST. ELSEWHERE hospital, no expense spared, the Kid would be alright, but his Rodeo days were over.

Francine (from France), with distant relatives in Montreal (Canada), got the hell out of Dijon (It's in France) for some other kind of life. With a Nurse's training, employment was low-paid but consistent. -Passed Quebec. -In turned at Winnipeg's ST. ELSEWHERE hospital, and at the end of the annual Grand Rodeo she was called upon to assist the latest rodeo casualty, Lassoo-Larry.
They fell in love.

FIFTEEN years then passed 'em by. They got married. People like Lassoo-Larry don't BUY a house, they BUILD one; twix that and a gig tossing auto-transmissions around at the local gas station, like old chicken bones: "the best years of our lives"; holidays by Grand Canyon, holidays down in the Argentine? A different kind of Rodeo; Lassoo-Larry (and Francine) in ELYSIUM, loved life and prevailed.

Francine, alas, succumbed to Breast cancer, suffered greatly, but eventually passed, peacefully  away leaving Lassoo-Larry with two fine sons, WACO and ARMAND who are now both major players in the Rodeo business of both North and South America.
Lassoo-Larry? -I ran into WACO at the Phoenix-Arizona Sky-port. He relayed: "PA? He's pretty quiet, Dave, these days. And always busy around the ranch... AND; ya' know? -But he's always got that DAMN SMILE on his old scrawny face?..."

There are seven billion stories on the NAKED PLANET. This has been one of them.


c 2014/davedelacroix/piacenza-Italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the IDES of March, No. 7: AURORA!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/the IDES of March, No. 7:  AURORA!


WE are not interested. If U need to call me? -DON'T. We are not - really - interested. Ask my TAILOR. He gave up cutting Cloth; said: "Frick it!" -Figured life was better in SHANGHAI, then buzzed off and went hitch-hiking in that general direction (East): A legacy of un-paid bar-tabs trace him as far as TEHRAN.

WE are not interested. I should know. Ask my Accountant, how do U spell B.A.N.K.R.U.P.T. east of the Mississippi and hold heads up high, buying milk and bread in Dawn's bakery?
OUR daily bread will always BE, and tomorrow's acclaim? -Let the peanuts fly!

WE are SO not interested in that house on the hill or that conscious BLANK we, by living, all distill. It is easy to GUESS what beguiles Men's minds, or twisting in solitude at the cross-roads of Hell? YOU feign indifference like there's no-one U can tell?
Such thoughts fill. And, for Chris sakes, don't SHY; less the cool of the evening, pass you by.


c 2014/dave delacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the IDES of March, No. 6: " Drink on thru till the Other side..."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/the IDES of March, No. 6:  "Drink on thru till the Other side..."


Little Miss Mary - quite contrary - was skipping in her pink dress down thru the primrose garden on a sunny, Sunday, afternoon. The BIG BAD WOLF who had-had not a shave in 3 days/with NO dental plan happened upon the same primrose garden on account that he had  stashed a fifth of JACK DANIELS, there-in...
"Oh! Big bad Wolf!" -cried Mary.
"NO! -Lady!!" -responded ZE Wolf (in rectangular olde English); "Try to RELAX. YOU? -You are the frickin' Gal!"
"I am Mary...in the Pink dress."
"You-betcha!" -replied "Wolfy". "you're the god-damn reason the Town got respectable; no Bar service, any more, and NO SMOKING actually in Pubs and Taverns and Bars!!!" -and he added, "Salad is a dish served COLD."
"Don't you mean, "revenge"? suggested little Mary.
Wolfy replied: "YUP!"

And Mary was EATEN.


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Springtime in Italia...:)

OUR MAN in EUROPE/dave delacroix/the IDES of March, No. 5: "My evil twin..."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/the IDES of March, No. 5:  "My evil twin..."


Who's dat man who hides BOOZE
in house corners,
or puts his last $20
in a place ya can't find?
And when it comes to WORK;
"A'mah working already!" he says.
It's true and SO un-true
of My Evil Twin.

Just where was he
when, Me, juggling the books?
And do NOT be surprised;
he'll give you that look?
A "dependable Joe"
on a permanent "Go-Slow!"
The whistle and the hum
of My Evil Twin.

But when you're STUCK
for a ride
or when you almost DIED?
-dat "son-of-a-gun".
wearing no tie-- He'll
save you from drowning,
SINGLE-HANDED,
pull the kids from the fire:
Don't SHOOT him right now;
My Evil Twin.

Who's dat "Xò%!!!" asleep
in the back yard?
Where's dat OAF!?
-why doesn't he need ME?
Like the "fool on the hill"
-don't let me catch you YAWNING!
Not lonesome, like me;
My Evil Twin...


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia.