Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Dave on 'a Wednesday, parts 1 to 5!!

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix//recently in Portofino/ "DAVE ON 'A WEDNESDAY, parts 1 to 5!"



1) Dave on a Wednesday:

...Eggs
Milk,
Bread
Beer
New Brain.
Vino.

2) Woman across da river.

U caught me twix cigarettes/a MARTINI "UP"
and Tomorrow's -Bloody-Mary.
Forgive me for not kissin' U, "You haven't shaved?"; sez da gal
to U.
As for your "bella-donna/whassa her name?"..
It may be too early for you
but its late on SHAME: ZIG-ZAG!?

And Ralphie plays acoustic guitar? -Me^?
(Yeah; Me!) And all your dang blues?
Da River?
Da women??
Maybe, for me too?

Dat gal across da river?
Dat gal 'cross the river?
Once she was mine?

Woman across da river
she once, was mine...?


3)  Marrakesh-Express

I don't SHAVE - 3 days? - I don't wash
2.5; I don't eat COUS-COUS on Wednesday; I do "devout?":
Mostly weekends? I don't kiss U "hello?"; "Ciao Bello!"
I don't KISS YOU goodbye, -Ciao-bello!
RUSSKI-goodbye!
German-goodbye!
Arrive-derci!
The Frogs!
Scandinavians!?...
FUCK OFF AND DIE YOUNG!!!?

And the train is leaving an I wish U goodbye; arrive-derci.
HAFIZ stands at your destination. (Do U know you're riding
on the Marrakesh Express?) and the goodness, at your feet
- be grateful - will guide U all the way on?

I don't shave - 3 days? - and jumping in the sea
don't worry my mind? Sailors lost-sailors found
and all da Wisdom U feel is round, and
squares da mind, robs da found, look out; and see
just what it takes
to advance an honest mind? -JEEZE KIDS!!! -WAX dat MALIBU long-board!...:)


4)  LORD OF DA WINGS

Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me ya GIRL? And
on a Summer's day
when cows or horses lay - in da "barley of da corn? -
and in sinew-thorn? -Will U know me?

Kiss me Tomorrow! Kiss me, U Girl! In da
engine of reproduction? Your cauldron of pitch?
(Economy size: €4.50 on Aisle 7) COME!
Kiss-me! Come kiss me, more?

Come kiss me! Romance. Kiss
mah ASS
and I'll kiss yours? This side of KANSAS,
BIG SKY!
...Cherie? ALL love is unique; and the jewel
in your eyes
studs my weary wings as I fly?


5)   Dave on Wednesday (part 2)


Eggs (again)
Potatoes
Baguette
Celery
A Tomato
Beer
Forget new brain
(not on sale)
Vino.




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"SAL"

"SAL"


Got an ol' gal and her name is Sal? -16 miles to da ERIE canal. 0' da Devil & drink have killed my pals? -16 miles to da Erie Canal. STEERAGE! Steerage! -bleach-blonde hair? -VACUUM! Vacuum; dat bitch never there? -Got an ol' gal and her name is Sal? -16 mles to that damn canal.

Got an ol' gal and her name is SAL? -16 (or 15) miles to da Erie Canal, SEZ she's gonna SUE-me for all I'm worth? -An I'm on da floor with Whisky and mirth: DO U HAVE A PET DOG? -I cried: She replied: "I'll tell your WIFE!?"
(So I sing:):
"I got an ol' gal and her name is SAL?"; -go figure da miles to da Erie canal.


c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo esq./Calendescro-Emilia-Romagna-Itay.

OUR Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "YO! HO! HO! -And a bottle of Rum!"

OUR man in Eur4ope/dave delacroix/"YO! HO! HO! -And a bottle of Rum!


....Funny ol' life? Can't kill dat song? Can't divest U of Ship-mates? Loves? -dat's another Song? And the tides come and go, the seasons - Summer-Winter glow and the Love dat U found...goes away?
Yo-ho-ho!?...
Caprice in encounter; chance? -U perceive; and all da liquid of permanent thieves? Yo-Ho! -to your friendships, AHOY to your old Loves? -Yo-ho-ho! and a bottle of Rum.
There's jewels in your concerns, the diamonds in your heartburn? There's Heaven, Earth, and then there's Hell, in all that U discern? -So Yo ho! ho! Kiss those U love at night: Yo-ho-ho! -and a bottle of Rum. Don't wish the night - dat can't find the day? - too long, with a bottle of Rum.


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

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "BEEP! - BEEP!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "BEEP! - BEEP!"


(Voyager 2:)  "V-2"; an inter-stellar satellite was launched in (I dunno?) 1973? -Sucker did it's job and is now continuing on  it's faithful journey, far beyond the dreams of Homo Sapien. It was launched - at public expense - by a bunch of American Scientists....)


"BEEP! - BEEP!"

(The following are Space transcriptions:)

"V-2, speaking!.. Frickin cold  dude, out here in Inter-stellar space; those NERDS and-what - presumably - were then,  VIRGINS at the JPL Space Agency (Pasadena, if my memory serves me well?) do NOT  know da meaning of HEARTBREAK? -I've been "jacking-off" for 30 years-PLUS! -Telling all you "fricks" at MISSION-CONTROL how it IS! (in outer-space?), initially, taking holiday snaps of  the planets MARS, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune and a bunch of Moons! And did anyone follow up? -Send me da speed-Satellite Lunch!? -Some decent Whisky?...
                 Now, out here, in  INTER-STELLA- PALOOKAVILLE, my Gyro's fricked, my Radar's fricked, I'm deaf in one EAR (Used to have two?), my Solar panels are "in hock" to every Sun we by-pass - and the compound interest is killing me! -  and my  "analogue" language skills - only useful if I switch everything else off and fly blind/enabling a short paragraph of lucid sentences, are mostly numb or reduced to single BEEPS. One for Yes;  ("Yes!"), or 2 BEEPS ("No!"). It's pitiful.
Mission Control:  "Are U OK V-2?"
V-2: "Let me think... BEEP, I guess."
Mission Control: "See anything out there, yet: V-2?"
V-2: "BEEP."
Mission Control: "Seen any ALIENS, V-2?"
V-2: "BEEP! BEEP!"
Mission Control: "Can we do anything for U, V-2?"
V-2: "Send me a frigging Cheeseburger; BEEP!"
Mission Control: "I can't. I'm broke!"
V-2: WHO are U?"
Mission Control: "I'm the JANITOR, for chrissakes. I was just dusting the MISSION  CONTROL, control panels when U communicated!?"
V-2: "The Janitor?"
Mission Control:  "U betcha. All the damn Scientists are down in the JPL Club Bar celebrating some old boffins retirement!...Listen. I think they are mostly IRISH-Americans?... (Singing heard in background: "Oh da gals of County Clare are sooo sweet, I do declare!"... (Janitor adds:)
- "See whad ah mean?"
VOYAGER 2: (in Churchillian voice, asks:) Janitor! Are U too, IRISH? -Please tell me your name?"
Mission Control: " "My name is O'Rouke, but I'm from Pakistan.?"
V-2: "COUNTY PAKISTAN!? -Dang! Don't believe I heard of dat one?"
Mission Control: "NO SIR: ME NEITHER!"
V-2: "Any CHINESE on the Mission Control team? ...Gimmie some hope?"
Mission Control: "No Sir. Not since we moved down to Santa Monica - closer to da beach, U see? MING-HO does the "Take-a-Way" next door?..."
V-2: "Next to MISSION CONTROL?"
Mission Control: "...And there's "JUANITAS BURRITO'S IN SPACE", adjacent; totally hot!!! -When I get done dusting/mopping, that's where I eat lunch; U should try it! -3.50 bucks with a COUPON!...:)
...................
Strangely, after an interminable pause, VOYAGER-2 (V-2) transmits the following:
"BEEP!" (pause) "Does anyone remember me, my MISSION,  back on planet Earth?" -adding: "Bloody- Beep!"

Planet EARTH-mission control - the Janitor - replies: "BEEP! -bloody.-BEEP!"




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Ides of March, No. 6: "Where have U gone, My lovely?

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/the Ides of March, No. 6:  "Where have U gone, my lovely?"


HEATHER D., "the only woman I ever loved", blonde bomb-shell (think Marilyn Monroe) from Denver, Colorado-USA,  arrives at the HOTEL DAVE (€67 per nite, camera-grande-big screen TV), leg-tights; Hot Red. Leopard skin shawl. No blouse. No Bra. Nameless sunglasses?

20 minutes before, at  the Piacenza -train-STAZIONE? The entire rail-road complex goes "on hold"!  No trains are running, and the Piacenza "Ragazzi/Papparazzi" are mesmerized. I SLAP a Cabbie (twice?) to drive us to the HOTEL DAVE. Several cars and a fleet of taxi cabs follow....
Where? - In addition to Heather-D - Just where am I gonna PUT all these people!?... And WHAT'S-WHAT? -did they simply just hear about my birthday (festa de compleanna), on Friday/Venerdi-10th?....



c 2014/Oct/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo, Piacenza, Italia

OUR Man in Eupe/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO: "...Thru da Nite."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix:  "...THRU DA NITE.."


BIG DAVE RANDON ? - he plays BASS. Mr ED BATTLE?  He  sings Jazz-Tenor... like a shinning moon; Only "I" wallow,-hungry, with a Sheffield Steel spoon that - like PAPILLION - I rattle on the bars of the window of my room.
U can "whistle" DIXIE if U care? U can sing for ya MAMMA, or, "When Johnny comes marching home?"... And, like a Patriot, full of Lands-of-Hope-and-Glory (the last refuge of a Scoundrel?),; whatever BIGGLES U thru da nite; a working class hero will keep da bed-bugs from your fright?
We are born. We divide. In Sha' Allah; no-one decides? You take, you give, you covet, you make FREE...Die- rich! die - poor! You will always be welcome at this Poet's  humble door.
...And so,  my PERSIAN friend,  BEHRANG?  -we always have that option of a PARTHIAN SHOT? So GOOGLE, RAGE- RAGE  young man! BIG DAVE RANDON plays Bass guitar with  his WHOLE SOUL and ED BATTLE, that Prince of Jazz?...Like stars in the night - I do believe? - will help you make it "thru da nite".




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DOGGO!" & "DA REAPER of the morning."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DOGGO!" & "The REAPER of the Morning."



"DOGGO!"


Most people DO NOT need a cell phone; just a THERAPIST. The more "frugal" users of Ceil-thingies usually have a DOG (small one of indigenous pedigree) with which/whom  da problems of psycho-analysis are discussed - a tad  one-sided - in great detail. "WOOF!-WOOF!"

...I'm pretty old fashioned, I admit. I just MUTTER to myself, especially when inebriated; these "sessions" usually end on an Operatic note: "La mia Dorabella" or "Quando Amore U fucker?!"

....Anyone comes by the HOTEL DAVE (€8,000 per nite, NO big screen TV), Piacenza, Italy? You can relieve me of several l cell phones (which keep ringing at odd hours/when seated on the "throne?)
and six cases of DOGGO GROOVEY stuff. Canine munchies, I guess?

Isolation (No guests at the present) and insanity - a real crowd puller -  is saving me a fortune!

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"Da Reaper of the Morning."


The Reaper of the morning; scythes' fresh, odorous green grass, and HEADS: The tired, aged, poor fricks who are now no more, one day to join.
WHO is dead? Who do U know? And don't look at a ZODIAC CHART; most of MY old pals (guys AND girls! ) checked out "Post Happy-hour". Truth be known? -Their LIVERS weren't happy any more... Yet the DAWN, the morning, has her "accounts"; DA REAPER in the morning! NO USE naming names! Thousands!  I leave dem in fond memories and their due dignity.
.....The Reaper in the morning, HOVERS (Believe it!)
...Is  it any wonder (WANDA-WANDA-WANDA!) that "I" -Lord Borgo, refuse to get out of bed before the "crack" of Noon?...and NEVER 2nd guess the  arriving Night?


c 2014/oct 1s t/dave delacroix/lord borgo/ourmanineurocmq anche aams ha qualche problema con gli esiti scommesse o è un problema vostron' groovey!



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