Our Guy in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...My favorite year."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...My favorite Year."


(Dedicato:  Carol Aniello)


In my favorite year
there was You.
And good friends.
No-one stabbed me
in the back, and
shadows of yester-year
must'a took a vacation
(they didn't come back!);
and there was You.

In my favorite year
nobody died, no grief,
kids being born
Vino on tap!
And there were moments
like this,
a kiss
in synchronicity.

In my favorite year
we ALL broke even.
No war, neither peace
but a THING, desirous
of all we mean
to each other? Like
a call of the wild!
And voices!
Voices raised!!!
Singing a song of hope?
And, yes: There was always You;
in my favorite year...



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/ Marquee de Modica Prince of Pozzallo, Roi de Ragussa, and soon to be: Guitar dude in Portapalo!...Xmas -Happy one, folks!?...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Drink to me always..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Drink to me always..."


In Winters cold, drink, Usurp, with eyes? I am yours.
In Winters cold? No despair, Kid! Ah's got a' Pontiac, gassed UP
and we've a long way to go?
In Winter's cold we'll kiss the fender of a new horizon; MAKE IT SO,
M-Fucker, a'la Hollywood space vomit! -the TV in the Lonesome Rhetoric MOTEL?
It's ONLY the despair of WAITING to see you drink to me with your eyes? And yet, a flicker,
UN-real, divines?
In Winters cold? No! No! No! Don't let me go? And I will BE, fine, like a New Mexico-
Arizona desert highway in some distant dawn?
In Winters cold, my sweet; USURP, and drink to ME...only....with those tiger eyes, for assuredly
I will not fail.

Our Dude in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Every which way..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Every which way..."


...DON'T gotta JOB? No big love?
 No INDOLENCE -come to push and shove?
 Don't got no Time; Time's ALL ya got!
 Every which way; every which way?

Don't got no KIDS? No got a wife?
Don't get no mail, no Smart phone -No LIFE!
Don't got no NEED, just how you please?
Every which way...the wind blows.

Don't SEE yourself..as others do?
Don't think Tomorrow? Today's just fine;
and yesterdays, that you knew;
every which way..the wind blew?

GO tell your Mama, ya Pappy, too.
Though they be long dead,
they still love and think of you.
They'll know so well, all you forgot;
every which way; every which way...



 c. 2015. dec. davedelacroix/Pozzallo, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "She Dances with Fame."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "She dances with Fame."


"...Don't wanna GO to the stupid USA; China too!!! Yin and frickin' Yang! Russia? -Got Pushkin, Gogol, already UNDER my hat. And don't wanna GO to Marrakesh...except for a HEART who lives there? And I DON'T wanna go to  PATAGONIA! Who would!? Gotta be on DRUGS, excepting for the good people who live there? Don't - forgeddaboutit! - wanna GO to Paris, New JOKE City or Berlin town, less YEARS of Psycho-Therapy be ordained; where-as I, up the Amazon river, NAKED, just possibly BUSTED (what ever that means?) with bugs and kisses in a Cowboy mouth?"

She dances with fame. Taffeta.



c 2015/davedelacroix/this side of paradise/pozzallo-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/ "Songs of Saturday Night..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Songs of Saturday Night."


1)

SIMONE, Simone. Simone Wonder! The blood U won't give, to twist the vice and all so nice that it comes out in a kiss? Simone, Simone Wander. The seas have swept your shore. Simone, Simone Wander. It's U: LUNA! And faraway seas for ever more.

2)

When da DROGUES come IN wearing black and stalking? When the Drogues come in, it's time to leave. When da Drogues show up at your Birthday party; go figure U are broke....with broken friends? When the Drogues show up at your "farewell concert"", full house, that flood the floor?
CANCEL THE SHOW!
When the Drogues exhibit altruism ...it terrifies my Soul.

3)

Will U still love me? Will U still care? Will U think about me, when I'm not there? U treat me like a Persian cat, so weird, so wonderful; she says, to the Kid, outside of NEED.
Will U still HURT? Will U still "kill"? Will U grind and say:"Still!-fucker Still!"YO! YO! YO! -She treats me like a Persian cat, yet to kill all-knowing I'm out of reach. The Boy... with the toy... of speech.


4)

On THIS side of your "prescription", on this side of YOU; on this side of them damn glasses, there's U?.....
Benedicta is your name.



c 2015/davedelacroix/reasonable rock star/owes 20 bucks to yo momma/PALERMO-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ANACREON: 3 Drinking Songs":

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Anacreon: 3 Drinking Songs."


1)  Lonely Boy.

Who's dat boy, dat lonely boy, on the beach, "matina"? Who's dat lonely boy, sooo sad, it seems? Who's that lonely boy on the beach, Mr. Lonely? That boy, I guess... is ME?

Who's dat Gal, lonely girl? On a faraway shoreline? -Pinning for the boy she longs to see, with a heart so true? Who's dat Gal, so strong, so Cool and Blue? An Angel! An Angel;  I guess... (who else?)  it's U?


2)  Carmella.

WHY do all the stars...keep on shinning? WHY do the Angels sing in Heaven above? And WHY does my heart keep on pounding? CARMELLA, U-are the one we all love!

WHY do all the birds keep on singing? And the Angels - little devils - up in heaven above? O WHY can't I STOP singing? -Coz, Carmella's the one we all love!...:)


3)  I dream of U.

When I go to sleep?.... I dream of U.  Just to sleep?  -I dream of U... Fertile the land of Love, a Mommas kiss to a child? And a  father says: "Be bold, my son?" I sleep and dream, and dream of U.

Do U DREAM Pappa; Mamma, too? DO U see the dream in front of U? U kiss me goodnight. I kiss U too. And every night I wish, I wish, I wish I dream of U... When I go to sleep? -I dream for U...:)




(Note: "Anacreon":  Greek Poet, 5th. Century BC/before your mother was born)

c 2015/davedelacroix/POZZALO-Sicily.

OUR Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Aposto-Siemu!"" (It's alright!)

OUR Man in Europe/dave delacroix// "Aposto  Siemu!"
(Every thing's Doobie!)


(RAGAZZI!... Ecco? Conversationale!. Capito?)


"Aposto siemu."...


"...Tutte bene? Aposto siemu?
 Dove Amica, NINFA|...?
(Alleuri!)
 Well, you can ZAP me ONCE!
SHAKE me twice!
 (Alleuri!) Every thing's
gonna BE alright;
Aposto...siemu. (DON'T
sweat da small wot sit!)"...

"...SUMMER my Winter
after a storm
like Spring, unexpected
when I fall
and UN-wrong the knot
that binds: "KILL dat RAP "music"
ON DA t.v.
WOULD YA, HONEY!?"

"...Va bene?
Il mondo SUCA!
Va bene?
Don't turn to Whisky;
Bella-Donna's gone?
But not for long;
 aposto siemu,
like this song:
... aposto siemu?...


...Kisses-cling, one LAST time,
re-placed "en suite"
by yearning? Summer
my Winter: Don't wait!!
It's only thought,
that FLASH: Judge!
Let this Summer of Winter
prevail;
"And, Honey?"
"YO!"
Aposto siemu.
RAP-Radio-T.V. Silencio!

Aposto-siemu... JEEEEZE!!!!
You are so Sweet!.....:)




c 2015/november, davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Marquese del Modica/Sicily...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Italiano Cuckoo!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Italiano Cuckoo!"

(Over heard CORSO-Cafe conversation/Story of a Date gon' South/Psycho inflections expanded!.....USE YOUR NOGGIN!!!:)


....Italiano Cuckoo...


"I AM da BITCH, da TITS, mascara, blinking eye-lashes, smeared LANVIN Number: FUCK U! SECOND face-lift -COUGAR, who will - full dentures! - nibble, gently, then bite off your foreskin - or Jewish Tipperary - on a Saturday night! A Latino Cuckoo...to fuck U RIGHT. A Satin Doll (Benvenuto!). And YOU are in my coils.... Alright?"

I am THE LINGUIST (talk yourself to death!) No body's Child? U are NOT "forgeddabout-it", but come into my Nest. I... I am THE PHOENIX. Rise, "Sweet-thang" above the flames! No cigarettes. No Lentils. Just Cocaine; TRY to keep your INNER-Bitch insane!

...THEN we said, "No-way, goodbye!" -blew kisses (thought of my DOG at home?) FACEBOOK. The CAR you didn't have...to chariot me home, casa-vecchio?

...I ran OUT of dolce...in the Notte vita, babe! My GIG starts Monday. Don't hold your breath, but by degrees, college; and by degrees. Somewhere, across the sea...?

Hey! Pretty Lady!
I know U.
On your WAY to your job
at the Strip Club?
Hey! Pretty Lady!
Do I KNOW U?
Whoops! -my Sister!
And, hey! Pretty girl;
will U take me away
on Sunday?

Hey! Pretty Girl,
no time for Man or Beast,
DEVOUT or virgin
to be a mountain
no-man will ever meet?
Hey! Pretty Lady!
U TALK too much.
Senorina! ZIPPO!
But know I wish U well?

Hey! Pretty Bella-donna;
captured, en-raptured,
a double helix of Song
whilst all other pretty ladies
sing in harmony,
perhaps for me?


TWILIGHT DUNK
for the Lovers of the Free?
HE didn't get LAID
and SHE
still doesn't feel free;
in the twilight swamp of
"Sex? Maybe, NO?"
"Drive! Baby! Drive!"
-but there's no-one home."

Twilight Dunk
grey, misty morn.
Barren womb.
Barren spawn....


WOT'S YOUR JOB...
IF DA GAL'S
GOT A DOG!?
WOT'S YOUR JOB
IF DA GAL'S
GOT A DOG!?...




c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO Esq. Modica-South of Napoli....:)

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

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


ALL the FASCISTS
got married
to THEMSELVES
like Anteveluvian reptiles
in Mussolini shells,
now burrowed in mud
until the next rain
to re-awaken,
and cast their dark spell.

ALL the Lovers
dance on the beach
without a care;
eternal, Gypsy,
unaware:
"Ciao-bella! Ciao!"
Or, "Arrivederci, ISIS:
evil Queen!"

WHAAAAA!!!!?????

ALL the Fascists
sit at your feet
making notes of your life
and the people U meet?
For, when its time,
for whom the bell tolls?
BLOOD! GORE!!!
And lovers fall where they meet...



c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily.

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

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

dedicato: Marie-Claude @ Cafe Rendezvous des Amis, Montmartre, Paris.


1)

Last year's Beaujolais
that kissed your Promise,
said -"Till death, I love."
And now is no more?

Last year's Beaujolais,
succulent in Empire,
like "Olio di oliva", limbs
to flex, passion, unbound?

Last years Beaujolais
sits, residue;
a forgotten demi-jon;

And my heart, longing,
wonders, for its miracle?


2)

...SISTA's of the nite
clean your room, prevent WAR,
cook stuff! Sometimes, laundry?
(If U are really GOOD?)
And tell U Gossip
(important matters),
fix bus-time-tables,
figure out your groceries;
"Don't DRINK so much!"
(Give good advice
when U are down)
then, intelligently
BUZZ OFF!

And leave U sad

BOYS!!?
WE are lost!
Sista's of the Nite do all DAT!!!


3)

CLIFFHANGER! Clutching, dynamic!
No good to ANYONE
'cept da PUNK about to die?
NO cameras, Paparazzi! NO nobody!
No god damn Publicist!
"Fucker-fell-off-CLIFF!"
Nope.
And? -What the hell?
Climb a MOUNTAIN?
Could'a stayed in BED!
Could'a drank with the DEAD!
(Non-compass-mentiss!):
"It's THERE! Frickin' CLIMB IT!"
-words of mortal fame
on the mountain, the CLIFF!!!.
-Knuckles WHITE!
And NO god damn Publicist
in sight?
EEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!


4)

Last year's Beaujolais
that kissed your Promise
and said, "Till death, I love."
And now is no more?

Last year's Beaujolais,
succulent in Empire
like "Olio di Oliva",
to flex passion, limbs
and the unaccountable?

Last year's Beaujolais
sits, residue, a Demi-jon
but NOT forgotten;
hearts, longing, and languish
in its miracle...until tomorrow?



c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-sicily.

Our Man Dave...in Europe/dave delacroix: "U are NOT alone.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "U are NOT alone."


U are not alone
U are not alone
U are not alone;
U are not alone;
I know.

Don't pick up that phone!
Don't pick up that phone!
Let it buzz like
NO-ONE'S home:
I got it.

Sleep gently
in the night
with a carving knife
VICIOUS
on your wrist?
And twist;

There's something
in your smile?
WE look at U;
COLD
LARDER
on the slab....?

U are not alone
U are not alone
U are not alone
U are not alone:
I AM.


c 2015/davedelacroix/Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Piano Forte."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Piano-forte!"


Piano-forte? Piano! Piano!
Just for Me -in my dark hour
and let me be?
Piano-forte? Suggest a Song
-I yearn, I YEARN, Piano-forte
to sing my song
of Night and Day
of Spring, Summer or Fall
and let it wash with rain?
And ask the World:
"Let it begin
and in the beginning,
a SMILE?
Piano-forte? Piano. Piano.
And a sweet refrain
that scampers, runs
like children!
There is nothing else.
So let the Piano-forte ring!


c 2015/davedelacroix/Catania-Sicily. November.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Whiskey, Il Ragnetto."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Whiskey, Il Ragnetto."


Attention!  A Childrens song!...WHISKEY (a little Spider), explained to ME by SIRIANA, mio Siciliano Sorella (Sista'), he (Whiskey?) leaves home, goes up a MOUNTAIN, meets a BITCH then goes back home to MAMMA.
That's it.
...Along those lines:


Whiskey, Il Ragnetto.


Skipping 'long da beach, fallin' love with dat Gal
(with the Golden hair),
but busted and wasted and singin' da Blues;
Whiskey, Il Ragnetto, get U every time!...?

Gotta JOB? A gig for Life? But STILL
that yearning for some "after-life?"
When U sneeze, better say: "Pur-leeze!"
Whiskey, Il Ragnetto
gotcha' on ya knees!

Got U "A -Go-Go!" A "Speak-Easy" soul?
And all the Devils that - U think? -
make U whole? Don't CRY for your Momma!
And don't curse the Day:
Whiskey, il Ragnetto
came home to stay?

And try as U might, and GIVE
a good fight; no good in the morning
even WORSE at night?
IL RAGNETTO, Ol' Whiskey,
got his venom on You;
like Hotel California, the Mafia,
or a room with no view.

Skippin' long dat beach, fallin' love with dat Gal?
(Blonde, brunette, or fair?)
but busted and wasted and singin' da Blues;
Whiskey-Nijinsky, Il Ragnetto, will dance your Mind.

And TRY as U might, and give
a good fight; no good in the morning
even BRRRRR! at night?
IL RAGNETTO, Ol' Whiskey
got his venom on You;
Las Vegas, Monte Carlo
and that room with no view...



c 2015/Nov/Modica-Sicily/dave delacroix/Lord Borgo., Esq.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Tales of the Plastic Ducks." - in 4 parts.

 Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Tales of the PlasticDucks." -in 4 parts:


Part 1: "Crazy Pantalone!"


CAMELLA, Madre della Leonardo G./LEO'S MOM., celebrated Sicilian Architect, requested me - post lunch (mezzo-giorno-mangarie) to escort her to a nearby "Tabacci" (smoke shop) where she had every hope of serenely purchasing a pack of Marlboro's...

 But, my having been graciously INVITED to Carmella's (and husband, Giuseppe's) GRECO-ROMAN villa, extensive grounds and gardens, I HAD -due to Sicily's unseasonably hot November climate decided to debut my, as yet UN-adorned, Pakistani 2-piece Summer attire, Tuxedo a-top, to distinguish I was actually an Englishman-Gentleman-Dude enjoying the fashion of the Orient...

This 2-piece Pakistani/URDU gig was semi-custom tailored for me by MUSLIM BROS. INC. in Piacenza and delivered "poste-haste" on my departure to my new Southern residence in Sicily; and sadly, came without Outfitters instructions. I paid 40 Euros for the whole Rig! "Tutte bene!"

...Alas!. I should'a stuck around for that final fitting:  Damn COLLAR for a drain-pipe Giraffe. Not for Dave. No bloody pockets. PANTS (Pantalone!) up-kept with knotted string!!! -And though I AM - originally - a tried and tested Englishman from a land of Patriots and Rascals (All bad!), tie-ing SEAMAN'S "pantalone" string-knots over my lower abdomen (beer gut) can best be described as "a good effort!"

 HOIST UP THE JOHN B. Sails!? -No way Jose! From the Villa to the "Tabacci"? Dang! My "drawers" dropped! Every five yards! Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle! Even CARMELLA got bored! And INSIDE the blessed CROWDED "Tabacci"? HOOP-LA! -But I think I may have got a DATE? I also think that "Date's" paramour had one in mind too! VENDETTA!

Camella, Sicilian Madre of Leonardo G., chuckled thru the entire excursion and "I" - Mio! - busy, sometimes desperately/passing gawking traffic? - tried to hang on to my ever dropping Pakistani pantelone with some semblance of nonchalant dignity.
...Interesting? Probably NOT. But in celebration of a beautiful day in hospitable Sicily, I thought it was worth recording.

My NEW fashion-ista Rig?... In Shah Allah!
Back to bloody LEVIS!!!


Part 2:  Tales of the  Plastic Ducks...

(dedicato: Diane Striker.)


Info:  A few decades back, a Cargo ship had freight containers washed over board during a typhoon in the Sea Of Japan. One particular container busted wide open releasing it contents of 10,000 plastic  bathtub ducks. Geo-Oceanic Scientists used their  (the plastic ducks') oceanic progress - oddly, as they stuck together en masse? - by Satellite imagery to plot Pacific ocean currents relative to global weather cycles.

10,000 Rubber Ducks? Let's focus on just several. Here are their names. And the READERS job is to logically ascribe a characteristic name to a characteristic comment. U with me? Here are our Plastic Duck celebrities names: RALPH, Nigel, NANCY, Sue, GILLIGAN, Mary-Lou and HELMUT. See if U can enjoy the puzzle and the dialogue?


Plastic Ducks: (2 nites at sea...)

- "...So. Here we are...bobbing up and down upon the waves..."
-"Are they REALLY waves...or just Earth's power?"
- "We could be Surfing? (Optimistic)"
- "ARE we surfing?"
- "We MIGHT be...?"
- "I think we're just PAWNS in the game of Geo-Oceanic Scientists!"
- "Should we DO something....."
- "RADICAL!?"
- "Like WOT!?"
- "I dunno. We're Plastic. We belong in people's BATH-TUBS!"
- "And here WE are...in the WORLD'S bath-tub!"
- "Well! By "design", we could SWALLOW!"
- "Swallow?"
- "...this SWILL we're floating in?"
- "And?"
- "And SQUEAK. We're supposed to Squeak!"
(Pause)
- "WOT should we Squeak?"
- "A song?"
-"SOMEWHERE ACROSS THE SEA? BLOWIN IN DA WIND? WOT!!?"
- "I was thinking more Stephen Sondheim?"
- "Don't be stupid. Sondheim never wrote a Sea Shanty in his life!
- "Oh yeah? Ya think?"
(Pause)
- " So what's the song'"
- " SOMEWHERE..." (deep squeak) "THERE'S A PLACE FOR US?"
- "THAT'S a Sea Shanty?"
- "Could be...?"
- "Will this, this SONG... assist us in our - apparently - helpless situation?"
- "You wanna Squeak or Sing!!?"
- "Let's discuss this, collectively, and THEN decide..."

Later: 10,000 plastic ducks, singing in Unison: "I left my heart...in San Francisco."

(30 nites at sea...)

- "U know?"
- "Know what!?"
- "Tired of the Song?"
- "U know? - WE Plastic Ducks? Reminds me of Jonathan Livingston SEAGULL, 1960's movie. J. L. Seagull (some kind of Avian Hippie), flapping his wings sayin': "C'MON Y'ALL! We got to get it TOGETHER!/World Peace, Hippie-Sea gull's Unite?"
(pause)
- "...So here we are... bobbing up and down upon the waves?..."
- "U mean, like: SQUEAK? .-"Deja-vu?"
(big wave arrives)
- "Whoo!-Whoo!"
- "Maybe we should change our Song?"
- "SQUEAK!!!"
- "SAN FRANCISCO!" -the majority implores.

(50 nites into the Plastic Ducks Voyage:)

- "Is anyone cold?"
- "No. We're Plastic."
- "Is everyone keeping together?"
- "YO!"
- "Like Jonathan Living stoned Seagull?"
- "Like Plastic Ducks."
- "SHARKS are circling!"
- "Casualties?"
- "GILLIGAN!"
- "Don't be STUPID!"
- " WHA!?"
- "I'M Gilligan!!!"
- " Jeeze... We all look alike!..."
- "Keep that under your hat.!"
- "...We don't..."
- "Forget it. Just keep BOBBING!"
(Squeak-squeak!)

LATER: 10,000 Plastic Ducks still singing: "I LEFT MAH HEART IN SAN BERNADINO..."

- "LAND-HO!"
- "Which!?"
- "Oregon. Coastline!"
- "NOT San Francisco?"
- "No."
- "Do we get Saved?"
- "U bet. PLASTIC FOREVER!"
- "And we safely arrive?"
- "Depends... If we stick together...and the Creek don't rise?"
- "Please DEFER from using AQUA allusions.
(Crashing Surf!)
- "YO! Folks! GEO-Oceanic Scientists on the beach!!!"
- "We gonna get famous?"
- "We already are!"
- " SQUEAK!"
- " SQUEAK!"
-  "SQUEAK!"


Part 3:  TERROR!


In THIS busy Life which U call home, far, far away, from Punk Rock or Peace of Mind? In the FRENZY of the Eve, biting, first taste, apples galore, which GORGE-spew from mouths of street vendors, bar-tenders, bus drivers, ticket inspectors, worthy Peons, one and all, a GOOGLE: Your eyes like saucers without Cat's cream?

Or in the Hurley-burly!!! U CAN'T get that CONDOM on fast enough before the - apparent -  VIRGIN sez: "Avanti, STUD!" Or "VAI BASTARDO! Leave me your Business Card!" -U flounder, IN SYNC and awaken a sublime TERROR?

In THIS busy night which U call Home, far, far away from Punk Rock or Peace of Mind? Maybe it's just as well: (1) U become a Homicidal Maniac. (2) U become a Scientologist? (3) Get a job on WALL STREET? (4) ALL of the above?

It doesn't matter. The Terror stays.


Part 4:  "...Because of U."


It's not BECAUSE of U.
Never was.
And year after year;
who's to say?

TIME etches,
re-draws and leaves
a new GRASP.

And the Kid wanting the Man
strains to hear
the whispers of a dream?

It's not because of U;
a dream is a dream.
No beginning, only an ending,

this side of infinite twilight;
repeats, resounds, echoes
...but ONLY because
of the U that I once knew.




c 2015/savedelacroix/ourmanineurope/rock stat/lord borgo/modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Camden Lock."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Camden Lock."

(dedicato: Ninfa.)

...Out of space? Universe? All those feelings - non-converse - cudgeled into Concept, Idea, Bitch-yak! -for U, outta space?...Idiom, God, mysticism; the Cat I winked at, the Waiter I failed to Tip, edging, gnawing, like a bad kiss "Goodnight":  "Please DO NOT come up to my crabby apartment for coffee; here's $5.00 to help U with the Taxi; or did U notice the rip in my pantyhose just above my sparkling "Camden Lock" stilettos, the ones I wore, not for U, but because I was tired, not tired, not tired, but tired of surfing the "Crimson Wave"...like ANY girl should, neath a FULL melon Moon, feeling...outta space?".....


c 2015/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo esq...Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Magic Roundabout." (1 to 4)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Magic Roundabout." (1 to 4:)


1) Existentialist Song:

DANCE! Dance!
Where ever U may be?
I am the Lord of the dance
said HE?
And I'll lead U ALL,
where-ever U may BE;
an I'll lead U All
in the Dance
said He.

2) (Potentially Existential Song)

GO TELL IT on da Radio-Shack.
Go tell it from coast to coast?
Go tell it to the one U love?
And for breakfast, eggs over easy?

Go tell YOUR traveller
he/she ain't alone And GO,
tell dem Spartans: U kinda WON!?

And, connected (every which way
but lose?) Someday,
spill the beans to the MAN;
as Love will find a way.

3) The MORON and the Capitalist.

".....Must be gettin' good at DIZ?"
-said the Moron to the CAP-list,
"When I can CLEAN U out
like PERSIL!" (Poker: "Texas Hold'em!")
Cap-list: "And - ahem! - are U too
"as white as snow? After-all, all I want
is your DUCATS?"
Moron: "To make them, Clean, clean,. clean?"
"Persil, Idiot!"
"But Ducats.." Moron elucidates, "like
love... have a habit of fading away.
Bianco-babee! -and all for THAT
we cry?"
Moron continues: "This side of your Zealous
over-sight'? But i will make U
a $5.00 bet!"
"Shoot!" sez Capo-dude.
"That DARK CLOUD
passing over head?"
"Yes?"
"$5!"
"Wot's da bet?"
At THIS point... the Moron concedes
intellectual defeat, hands over a $20
asks for $5.00 change from a $50
and gets $30 in change.


4)  The Magic Roundabout.

JIVE! JIVE!
Where-ever U may BE
I am the Lord of the JIVE
said He;
And I'll lead U ALL
where-ever U may BE,
An lead U All
in the JIVE said He......



("Time for bed!" -said ZEBERDEE.)



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/ Mo0dica-Sicily-Italy

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

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


Could U ever doubt me
this side of the Sun?
Could U ever doubt me,
loving U: got no-where
to run?

Death, and NO excuses;
U don't know?
U go and fly and
don't ask why; no-one
will tell U where to begin

and where YOU begin
is where I end:
This side of U.

Could U ever doubt me,
vecchio fashion? -Some
old guy, "at large",
a Traveling Man,
this side of Rock & Roll?...




c 2015/davedelacroix/supremely mortal, Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "This side of BUSTED!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "This side of BUSTED!"


...In 2 Parts:


(Part 1:)

This side of BUSTED
your HOUSE burnt down,
new GAL blew you OFF
- after only 2 weeks!? -
.Lost ya WALLET, I.D.
(documenti), all those things
that made U feel FREE:
BUSTED!!!

A night in Hell!


(part 2:)

....You crashed/slept
at a buddy's house? IT! IT!
IT burnt down!
(Careless cigarette combined
with spilt Whisky?)
The new GAL? SHE
dropped her Cell-phone in a
TURKISH TOILET
- couldn't call to say: "IDIOT! I love U!"
Your WALLET, etc? U forgot
 anyways; left at home!
Along with (documenti),
those things that make U
feel FREE: Jeeze... Never gone.

(Alleuri!) Now! (AHEM! Cough-cough!)
Where da heck are my House KEYS!?...

(Encore) Again: A night in Hell;
this side of BUSTED!...


c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Count Pozzallo, Marquis della Modica.

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

Our Man in Euroope/dave delacroix/ "Gelato!"



I bought U ice-cream,
I bought U ice-cream;
a dream.


c 2015/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo, Esq., Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ SYRACUSE

Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Syracuse...


1)  Corneille.


 We are poor little lambs
 (BAA-thingies)
who've lost our way; Baa, baa, baa.
We don't GOT nuttin'
but the REST is free; baa-baa-baa.

Cutlets? Lamb chops! "Lamb-chops!?"
-she's out back; she's back there
every night!
We are poor little lambs,
we've lost our way: Baa-baa-baa.

She went to Corneille (University)
and got her Degree; baa-baa-baa.
And now she's rocking on my knee;
baa-baa-baa.

Show me da MUTTON!
Cut me the wool!
Dice me a god damn Mission!
Are U a FAN... yet invisible?
College fees!!!?

We are poor little lambs,
and don't know Crapolla!
Baa-baa-baa.
YO! Poor little lambs,
everyone U meet: baa-baa-baa.



2)  "Si vive suca due volte."  (U only suck twice.)

U only suck twice.
THREE times?
 Busted!
-at birth and death.
 The rest is in-between.
 Whisky, maybe?
 And kissing those TITS?
 She looks down at you:
 "U made them erect!, JAMES!"
(BOND) -she says.  And...
"What's your next trick?"
... You only suck twice.

(Tick-tock. Tick-tock.)



3)  Argentina.

Don't frickin' cry for ME
Argentina; eat the Gnocchi
here, in Syracuse;

sipping on the Eternal beer
which - Epiphany! - is all
so mortal? And... don't cry.
Please don't.

"Don't cry for ME
IL MONDO!"  -U wail?
(It won't). And U, now
forgotten, dust.
FRICKIN DUST.

WHOA! An echo? A smile?
A lingered question?

Was it U sayin':
"Was I foolin' God?
Or was God foolin',
and foolin'  ME?"

Don't cry for me, Argentina?
U are left, "arrivederci"
without the leaving.



4)  Rabbi.

U are da Rabbi. Pretty
as U can see?
BADGED and CHAINED,
true or false;
a soliloquy.

U are da Rabbi. Pretty
as U can see. Under
azure sky, on a beach, perhaps?
But not naked.

Da Rabbi SEZ!
Da Rabbi ACTS!
In solitude?

U are da Rabbi
under azure sky, and
a glint of sun
on a Talmud sea,
languishing,
like a weary kaddish.




c 2015/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo-Viscount Piacenza, esq. -Syracuse, Sicily, Italy.

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

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


YOUR EYES hazel, I remember, going on TIGER; passeggia mio amore...

Creole, lipstick, a smile and ALL the while? A "passeggiata"..Nero.

And ALL is fair & foul in Love and War; Pavorotti, in swell voice, alas  no more?
A passeggiata?

As our KISS, missed, gone forever (buried with the Lady Lenore?);
passeggia mio amore.


c 2015/davedelacroix/Syracusa-Sicily....

Our Dude in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Petrified Forest - Petrefied Tourists!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Petrified Forest - Petrified Tourists!"


POSTURED, they lounge on a beach, Mediterranean, someplace, promenade-park bench, or seated in a Trattoria, Cafe, FROZEN - in limbo - or upstairs ALBERGO, on a cut-price Queen size bed. They are moulded, grey, sometimes SILVER, "petrified", and sit or lay, there is no aroma. They are long dead. And by their side? In wallets, hand-bags, unfinished petrified postcards or Cell phones, Net-books, Lap-tops, all petrified, frazzled?...U get close with a small chisel-hammer, U can chip off a fore-arm, a Petrified head, maybe a finger/toe? An exhibit for your home town Den?
Dead, dead, and...quite in mourning:  Petrified-God-damn-CHALK! Yet their SURROUNDINGS, all vibrant and alive. Downright INTACT!. The usual vacation racket continues? Vendors WAIL. Lovers audibly fight. Ragazzi-hullabaloo! Traffic shunts, honks, then flows? And small fishing craft hail the quay, made it safe home with their catch? Cash register ring! ...Only the Tourists, "petrified", out of SYNC, in eternal, decayed-preservation, FORGE sinew... in a dimension of their own singular making.


c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily, Italia.

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

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


Fanculo! -mi Vita!
Fanculo! -mia Morte!
Fanculo! -mi lavorno!
Fanculo! -mi Oggi!

Fanculo! -mi Ieri!
Fanculo! -mi (tutti!) Domani!
And fanculo! -the last "bella"
who broke my heart...

Fanculo! -Bellesconi!
Fanculo! -America;
Russia, China, too!
TERRORISTS? -suck my Peepee!

Fanculo! -Climati!?
Climati - Fanculo! - Dave: U - 2!!!
And fanculo, the last "bella"
who broke my heart!

Fanculo! -Domani?
Fanculo! -Today?
There's only One Love;
My "bella" hates me!

Fanculo! -mia Vita!
Fanculo! -Il Diablo!
The very last "bella"
who broke my heart...



c 2015/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sampiere-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Great Divide."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Great Divide."


...All my friends are CRAZY
and I'm sure they know just why?
Just why they think I'm Crazy, too;
something in the sky?
Some will live, some die too soon.
Some will just get married?
But all my friends are Crazy,
this side of the Great Divide.

All my friends are LONESOME,
most, lonely, like U and me?
Rich or poor, don't count the score:
YO! -And liberty!
Win or lose or fly or dive,
and what's to hold U to?
But all my friends are lonesome,
this side of the Great Divide.

All my friends are Crazy.
All my friends are lonesome.
And just why?
Something in the sky?
NO-ONE gets to sing their song,
but me? -I'll sing it all OUT LOUD!
But someday, I'm gonna miss' em;
My friends;
this side of the Great Divide....:)



c 2015/davedelacroix, esq./Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ESSO BESSO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ESSO BESSO!"


Esso-besso? Ooo, dat look!
Esso besso? Oooo dat touch!
Quando amore? Domani-pronto!
Esso-besso? -Oooo my love!

....When we TANGO (I don't Tango)?
It all seems good.
When we MAMBO, belladonna!
PARADISIO! -A new FIAT!
And whatever else (Kids)!!!?
There's always THAT...!
(cough-choke, splut, etc.)

Esso.besso? Ooo dat HUG!
Esso-besso! -Oooo dat SMOOCHE!(?)
Quando, quando? Quando amore?
Esso-besso!
(dat kiss!)
Esso-besso!
(Domani!)
Esso-besso!
(PRONTO!)
OOOOoooo dat kiss!


c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/stormy nite/October Sicily.

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

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


POET morning - Philosopher night
and all the love that holds U tight?
Tyger, tyger, burning bright;
a symmetry - electric.

Essays slither or shunt: "Apres le midi de une faun", we masturbate frantically
in purposeless Elysium.

And the Novel U forgot to write,
"apres" sex - cigarette butts/smeared lipstick of promised Love
favors mirror - glance - reflections
of all your Tomorrows?

All lovers promise.
All lovers promise.
By candle, IN "camera",
in Time, a perfect dance.

Poet, morning, philosopher night
and ALL the love that holds U?
Tyger, tyger, burning bright:
A symmetry - U know it! - electric.


c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Pozzalo-Sicily, on da beach...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Via Corso - ROMA!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Via Corso - ROMA!"


O' wot can ail thee
knight at Arms
alone
and patently
loitering?

"Dunno, Man? Someone
wuz s'posed to show UP
with some Ganga,
(It's gettin' late?)?

O' wot can ail thee
knight, armoured-dude,
alone
middle of the night
on the via Corso -a' Roma?

"Dunno, Man? Some
FAST-GAL
wuz s'posed to take me
to Trastevere, induct me
(Induct ME?)
into Latin...



c 2015/davedelacroix/Lordship Borgo, Viscout Modica, Duke of Pozzalo, esq.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ THE MARCONIS: 1 - 5

Our Man in Europe/dave the rave/ THE MARCONIS: 1 - 5


(dedicato: Paula della Sampere)


1: MAGIC JOHNSON at the Hotel Delacroix.....I had occasion to buzz, 1 hour, to da coast, PORTOFINO/small seaside resort, had dined, had dinner with dem folks from the BILLY-MORRIS - talent -Agency, whist MAGIC, at da next table, demanded my attention?
And where are da snows dat fell last year? Where is dat DICK in your mouth? And where is the Killer, your outraged Soul? And dat Pussy U used as a play-thing?

2: NORTH-East of Eden: That apartment I hated...where Jason Eklund used to sing, off EAST COLFAX, Denver-USA? These days? Since da town gon' "respectable"; I-70 inter-state Highway? Even 16.wheelers give it a wide birth?

3: I'M SO GLAD!...I'm so glad I didn't send U away? I thought your light was Zero; I kept hittin' da button? Your ORGASM? -scream/ASCREAM or shout? -maybe showed me another way: I'm so glad. I'm glad. I'm glad, I'm glad for U,.

4: CATCH me a laser beam to da Moon. New love? A'mah bustin', SOUTH-CENTRAL! And Greek Chorus: "Sha-la-la!"Ghosts? JUMBEE! And deliverance. And happy day day in NEW JERSEY? Ol' black guy sez: "How about a good life!?"

5: "OH DOCTOR, I'm in trouble?"
(Whassat!?)
"Oh Doctor I'm in trouble!?"
(Doc:) "Well, goodness, gracious ME!
"His name is Mario!"
"Does he have a REAL job.?"
"No."
"Where does he live?"
"He has several addresses."
"RIMINNI?"
"Yes."
"Napoli?"
"Si."
"NOT Palermo?"
"No. Syracusa."
And?
"My heart?"
"Your heart?"
"It goes: "BOOM-bee-dee
boom!"
"Allure! (Ahem!) AND.
"Goodness, gracious ME!"

OH DOCTOR, I'm in trouble?"
"Ya think?"
"U seem compassionate.."
"U think?"
"But I'll get a 2nd opinion!"
"OK."
"Your heart?"
"Just my heart, Doctor?"




c 2015/davedelacroix/ragusa-sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...In a Golden Eye."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...In a Golden Eye."


MIRROR, sun, reflections
in a golden eye
and all the dazzle,
baby-blue,
whistle soft,
midnight and mist,
a spell to cast,
a refrain,
that pads soft footsteps
into an empty heart,
undecided,
decided,
hesitant,
lost and found;
I hear in this song of you?



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Pozzalo-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sweet & Sour!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sweet & Sour!"


"...I'm in the lonely Cafe
what do U say;
U say I'm lonely, too?

Just one of those days
when People agree;
life goes on without me?

U lonely? I'm lonely
lonely and free, lonely,
free, U lonely, too?
U betch'a!

Can I order a wine,
hor's d'houeves? -at
the lonely Cafe
now that Life ain't so lonely
any more...?

......................................................


Just murdered your Ex-wife?
FLY-FLEANCE-FLY!
Bernie Maddoff, CANNIBAL!?
FLY-FLEANCE-FLY!
U won't be sorry
it's understood
U can't be saved
it's thick as blood;
FLY-FLEANCE-FLY!

Lord Macbeth is on your case!
FLY-FLEANCE-FLY!
Out damn spot in Banquo's head,
no need to save it as a trophy?
RE-venge, vendetta
- a lonesome street -
burns your marrow
kills your feet
and Old Nick?
Jeeze! He da dude
ya gonna meet:
FLY-FLEANCE-FLY!

Just pissed off the gal at the Post
Office?
Well; fly-fleance-fly.



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Syracuse-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Arriverderci Dio!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Arriverderci Dio!"


(dedicato: Carmello & Famiglia.)


Arriverderci Dio. Arriverderci, the HOLY BAR, now closed. Carmello threw in the towel; still Whisky in the Jar-oh!?
Arriverderci Dio. Gina, Frankie, and Peggy-Sue -came to the hanging; Leonardo, Graziano, too!
BARS/Cafes come and go...and JUST WHERE are last year's snows? For Shakespeare? -The Mermaid tavern, London town.  For Hemmingway? -Cafe Select, Montparnasse, Paris. For Francois Villion? -Any place he could get a Jar!
Arrivederci Dio. Arriverderci memories, a memory of Modica's HOLY BAR, abut Santa Maria/Monica (?) Chiesa, Sicily. And?
...Whisky in the Jar.oh!? -Forever.


(NB: I saw Carmello/coupl'a days later? "OK, I ask?"
"Appostu-Siemu!" he replies.


c 2015/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/LORD BORGO/modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ALL along the Watchtower."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...ALL along the Watchtower."


(in advent of my - miraculous - 60th. birthday.)


ALL the Devils in mah Keep? It's bad enough being a BARONE (in Sicily?), but being Lord Borgo? This HAND KISSING must cease and desist! Also? -the NINO ROTA soundtrack; every time I go to the toilet!? BASTA!!!

ALL the devils in mah keep? I am not scared. Life? Phoof! I'm never scared, except when I go to the Bancomat (ATM)? -I'm, mostly, conveniently TERRIFIED and I do my  - ahem! - "level best" to exhibit Fear, Joy, Tears, Dread; ALL these Devils, like spasmodic toothache: A picture of Dorian Grey.

ALL the Devils, the Devils in mah Keep? Like Sentinels on the watchtower, eyeing my every move. Vivi sectors of Progress. Do Right. Do Wrong? Eat fish. Or don't? Prayer is just chanting, here.

ALL the Devils in mah Keep? They now stand, perhaps at their OWN Crossroads, UN-decided:
"Should we KILL this Devil or let the poor sucker fly?"
LIT, or stumbling in the DARK? And the ISSUE of the Sherlock Holmes silent dog? -the dog. That frickin' DOG! -that  did not bark...:)



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Michele mah Bella." (in 2 parts)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Michele mah Bella!"

(In 2 parts:) 1:

WHEN U BLEED in the month of June, in a crowd and,, Godamnmit|!? NO-ONE sees, no-one sees; brings it on home to U.?
When U bleed, Carnival, Grandee Canale, Venice, at the wedding/nuptials of land, God-dude and sea? -brings it on home to U?
Does it?
When U bleed, unshorn, unwrapped, and the last lover's kiss - meant to last? - finds NO saviour in your Soul?
And Doctors arrive: "I'm OK|!"
Only wishing the World, just well? And bringing it on home to U and Flavinina??...


(Part 2:) Michele mah belle?

MICHELE mah Belle: "DOVE!?" (Italian: Where^?)
Where'd ya git to Yak L.A.!?  Off ya NUTS, bound
to the white cliffs of Dover; mah bella Immigranti,
Pizza-Hut, gal?
Reeelax: I HAVE JUST CONCEIVED:
Unusual for a Guy: Michele mah belle.


c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Modica-Sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ ...Route: 666

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Route: 666."


"...DA EMPTY PHONE on Wednesday don't count. Better Friday, twist & shout. FAT FUCK!? -hope he got the "MESSGE", that BITCH: Look for new BLOW JOB! -text-ing, 70 mph, Inter-state, I-70, denver Colorado to frickin' - who cares? - MAINE? And dat GAL I once loved and left, left her at the church, steeple, stairs, like an empty phone; click.

"...DA empty phone, umbilical: "Honey? Kids are OK? STEPHAN KING didn't mash 'em up?"-and,
"I TOLD U not to drive SOUTH of Cortez on  Route 666; da devils highway?"
(Incoherent chuckles from the kitchen...)
"YA DID!? Ya did!? Couldn't ya ad stayed at da DINER!?"
"S'wear am callin' from!?"

An empty phone, somehow, someplace, that wipes the Winter SNOT clean, across ya face; with no denying?...OLD DUDES consider sagging Dicks. OLD GALS "sigh": last menstruation.
KIDS "Pogo". No brain.
The kernel of your life...and an empty phone.
CLICK.




c 2015/davedelacroix/Ragusa-Italia-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Jamaica Town."

Our Man in REurope/ dave delacroix/ "Jamaica Town."


(A Sea Shanty.)


"...ALL THE RAZORS we have shaved, me Boys! All the bloody cuts and scarf's? The ORDERS, from fools above...wearing a tinsel crown? Your King? Your God? Gimme JUANITA at Porta Prince, or Megan at Jamaica town?
RUM, SODOMY, THE LASH: AND NO DENTAL PLAN!!?
I will sail no more for the Gold of Fools.
...Cap'n KYDD's burried loot??? -U ask;
Y'all better yak with the Ship's Cook!...



c 2015/davedelacroiox/CAPTAIN, on the Good SHIP: "Yo MOMMA"!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Curse of ISIS."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Curse of ISIS."


The DANG hot summer! And now it's late September; git to wear some threads, man! -get to SHOUT: Fashionista-baby!, get to divert: Get to divert.

My BUDS (Marc P.) in the UK pray for Sun! In Sicily? Gimmie da rain; least ways, solar respite. Here, "Saville Row" is extinct (Geeves & Hawkes are waiting tables?) and Madison Ave, NYC, tutte-fossilized as well it should...excepting that ONE creation: the Fedora.

On the Sicilian beach, salt water sun blisters turn to MUSH. High end Paramedics circle my fellow beach Lobsters like dying mosquito's - the last blood/the dying in effigy? - and buzz, hum, buzz: an Administration.

"Does it RAIN like this out at sea?" -asks my Beach-bikini-Babee, from our sandy beach promontory.
"Sure does, mi amore." I reply. "WORSE!"
"But no-one is there to witness!?" -she half protests, half hurrahs.
I'm glum: "Nope, Cheri. Ce pt da refugees, moms and kids, who - as we speak - float in insanitary inflatables, now washing up on GREEK and ITALIAN shores?"
"But they are MUSLIMS!" -insists my beloved. "Will they INTEGRATE quickly!? They won't!"
(I pause.) "And situation, reversed, would YOU?"
"But that's NO ANSWER!!!" -retorts the YIN to my YANG.
I reluctantly reply: "I know."

The DANG hot Summer! And now it's late September....



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO Esq./Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix esq./: "The Swan."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "THE SWAN."

(dedicato: Geena. With love.)


SWANS don't YAK, they glide and kill U with a SWOT of the neck, like a knife!
U SQUAWK? THEY scream...!
Some-one's dead, some die; the others, left on the other side: There's that.

Kiss-Gone! Piss-Memory! Piss-U! A kissed lonely fool. What's WHAT? What IS? -Just the sound of a Swan: "HIZZZZZ!!!!" -Just a sound. A Swan. Swans don't YAK, they glide...and kill U with a swot of the Neck, like a knife.

U SQUAWK? Swans Hizzzz!!!...THEY ska-reem! (SKA-REAM!!!). Some-one's dead. Some die. The others, left on the other side; And U? There's that.


c 2015/dave delacroix/modfica-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Monika della Luna."

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Monika della Luna."


HIPS sway, swathed in silk wraps,
nubile, and exotic eyes
that speak pain,
defiance and TORN rain,
glides, a phantasm: Monika della Luna.

Latin, sinew, movement;
traffic pauses
CHOKED on its own pollution of thoughts without/
too dark to fathom
...on Monika della Luna.

And an AGE of Soul
conveyed to her one child
without who
she would drift into Purgatory?
A phantasm: Monika della Luna.

...She mouths, "I love U."
Blows me a goodnight kiss
then switches on the Red Light;
A phantasm!
Monika della Luna...



c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in sicily-modica.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Yesterday's Clown."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Yesterday's Clown."


(dedicato: Denver Joe: A compadre.)


YESTERDAY'S Clown; no tears. No money for face paint that enhanced a ZOOM, that spelt magic for a million kids, who lived in sad rooms, once soared? Or a nostalgic voice, now edged RAW in Time's advent of - perhaps? -  a worthless yesterday? And PROFILE, those EYES, "a facia!",  that - cinematic ally - beguiled the "Bard's", or "Willie Nelson's" words, now: DANG! -fallen on hi-tech wounds that can never be healed? Like Yesterday's Clown. The Crestfallen. All the crestfallen, worth only gossip over a Vermouth in the hyena (critics) trough's endless day; a commodity for which no-one will pay, finance, or give the lee of way, hurting in its exigency like a NASHVILLE, over-looked back alley. NO clean-up. No Resurrection, like Yesterday's Clown, the destined metamorphosis of the Damned... who line the limited imagination of the multitudes.... And SO some folks would say...
Yesterday's Clown? Only Pride. No tears. Though I, declare my own.



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Pozzalo-Sicily-Italy

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SMOKE 'EM if U got 'em!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SMOKE 'EM if U got 'em!"


(dedicato: Giada @ Cafe Adamo)


Smoke 'em if you got 'em! Your name be Leonardo, ZAZI, Alberto, GIADA or Sue; but the world awaits, awaits U?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em; sss-whats' mah Madre used to say, excepting Christmas or when-ever the Vicar came 'round, OR - for some unknown reason? - on Pancake Day!?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em, the Sergeant advised the troops...on the Thin Red Line; soon to be at heaven's door or in the Well of Souls?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em, Juliet sighs: Romeo? -"Get a frick'in job... or smoke ya bloody own!"

Smoke 'em! Smoke 'em! But chill with da "Toke'in." ...As for your future? Be well, be good, be safe. And try to be brave...when U die with that smoke on your lips?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em. Your name be Leonardo, ZAZI, Alberto, Giada or Sue; but the World awaits, awaits for U?...


c 2015/davedelacroix/our dude in Modica-Sicily. (Fireworks nite?)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Walkin' on da Sun!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Walking on the Sun."


(dedicato: Alper -from Turkey)


WALKING on the sun, walking on the beach. The girl with the Silver in her eyes? -She stoops to conquer, picks up a sea-shell, gives it to YOU; U are lost, forever.

WALKING on da sun, main street, walking; neither shade nor glare hinders your progress...in the terrible Love that is yet to come.

Walking, my friend, on the sun. Take a walk on the beach. The girl with the Silver in her eyes? -She stoops to conquer, picks up a sea-shell, presents it to you: U, now, await the Tomorrow...



c 2015/davedelacroix/SAMPIERE, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "When KATYA sings..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "When Katya Sings..."


When Katya sings, Mongol hoards, stopped in their tracks? When Katya sings, and the reindeer bells that ring, can kill a Czar?
It's only the whisper, light, upon the snow; when Katya sings.

Wish at Orion's belt, or upon a solid, a planet, MARS? When Katya sings, Balalaikas RING just like when Katya sings? -Don't you worry bout your Man? Don't you worry bout da kids? OR-da Government blown to bits!?...when Katya sings? It's only the whisper of the fleeting, surface snow, a translucent history: When Katya hums, then sings?  When Katya sings...


c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily.

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

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


(singin':) HE don't vote Christian or Musselman. He don't wear his pants above his span. He don't kiss da Gals and make 'em cry. He don't ask questions; he KNOWS just why? -He's da VECCHIO, the OLD, vecchio Man. He's da vecchio, H'uomo: Does the best dat he can.

HE's got opinions; who the hell don't? He's Democratic, but never votes. He's got family who he thinks are INSANE, but half the time, he wants to join in their game. He's da VECCHIO U'omo, the vecchio man; and - lonesome like U? - gets it when he can.

HE got some money -under da bed? His kids and grand-kids always get fed. A College sponsor (Sicily), a word or two, the Mafioso say: "No problem, Dude!" He got no problem, long as the sun  shines...and music plays under those vines? -He's da Vecchio U'omo, the Vecchio Man: WANNA BE SOMEBODY!? -Sicilian vecchio Man.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fashion-ista in the Rain."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fashion-ista in the Rain."


(Pioggi? -Rain.)

DANG! Adios, "foundation cream". Mascara -slithers. Lipstick? -DA JOKER (Batman?)! Hair extensions, lost in the Strada-pioggi river of NO return? Shoes SQUELCH (Broke a heel?) and the damned "Designer", Milano  "originals" (Lanvin?), the outfit dyes the sidewalk; obviously NOT "original." "Hm mm...Indigo? S'posed to be Mauve!"
So where, just where, do you get off this Pioggi Bus in Milano centrale?

Standing next to you, ducking the pioggi downpour, under an Armani biz/CLOSED-canopy, the Gatano (Gypsy) girl, 10 -maybe 12 years old; she panhandles YOU! WHOO! ZE FASHION-ISTA...in the rain. But rain or shine, this KID must beg, otherwise, no food, no love, and the CLAN Matriarch will beat her black and blue: Money, money, money! ROMANY lingua!
So what do you do? What do you do?

Something stirs. Something long forgotten. Something stirs...

You strip down to your Intermissi underwear, divest yourself of all your jewelry, then present "tutte" (the whole caboodle!) to the Gatano kid...and with a GULP, step boldly - Milano Centrale - forward, into the rain, whistling,  but whistling in a new life, perhaps;  like a fashion-ista in the rain?



c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily/It might as well as rain until September!...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Cup of the Moon."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Cup of the Moon."


(dedicato: The fallen in the Great War: 1914-1918)


In the cup of the moon -kids go NUTS, making bella noise, Madre and Pappa RE-fall in love (again), there's food on the table, vino for the Students of Life, and even grim, wise men have been known to crack a smile?

In the cup of the moon, ventures, successfully embarked, sound business decisions are made, re-unions ocurr, friends shaking hands, lovers unite, a Soldier throws away his rifle; and - WHOA! - a message, lost, re-found, to clarify an UN-requited love, rediscovered, saying: "I still love you!" -in the cup of the moon.

In the cup of the moon, no-one "sadly" waits or pines. The unknown Soldier, forgotten, buried, rises to the Pearly Gates! And the kids, then adults, for Freedom fought, of yester-year, we so proudly hail, in adversity, in courage, who did there Cricket best, now no longer alone... in the cup of the moon where-in - for you? - I wait.



c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-sicily-italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sempre Amore."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Sempre Amore."


"Stai-bene, ragazzo?..
Broken heart?
 Benvenuto dolce vita!
 Lunedi, Primavera.
 Domenica? -Morte!

 Allora, ragazza, "tempest fugit!"
 Oggi, la luna;
 domani? -WHOOPEE-DO!
 -You shine like the Sun.
Allo attenzione
 alla mia faccia ragazza...
 Amore vai!

 Ieri?
 Like you, like the Sun.
 Oggi, no Blues,
 only "il canzone" of Soul: Il Vita.

Stai-bene, ragazza?
 Domani arriva!
 Bello domani.
Amore? Davida?
...Sempre ecco.


c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/our man in europe/ "Don't fear da Reaper!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Don't fear da Reaper!"


.....Don't fear the Reaper, my sweet?
 Like the tomorrow, a rendezvous, uncertain;
 where-as I, in love, true, am declared.
 Don't fear da Reaper, my sweet:
 RUST, bone, death and decay
 swallows PASSION
 whilst imagination, sprinkled,
 confettis' Life and Death's nuptials:
 Ask any Suicide!

Don' fear the Reaper, my sweet.
 Ordained? -Certainly! PRE-ordained?
-In TIME's (thee actual GOD) hands,
 there are no prohpets: Romeo and Juliet,
 together in eternity? To BE like they are?

 C'mon, babee, don't fear the Reaper?
 Enjoined, cloyed sweat and twist
 in a caldera of bliss,
 and a Universe, eyed, that the mind is yet to see?
 C'mon, babee. C'mon, maybe?
 C'mon, babee: don't ya gonna fear da Reaper!...


c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The girl who lived in bushes."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The girl who lived in bushes."

Mamma was a Fascist! PAPPA? -a desperate drunk... The KID, the girl, aged 5 to 15 was wont to go (retreat) in the garden, sit behind the bushes.
She grew. Years later some local kid told her she was "hot stuff", gave her a ring; they got married,  had 3 kids; In times of trouble (her local boy turned out to be a drunk), she grabs the kids and with soda and snacks, they live/hide in the garden...behind bushes till the "All Clear."
She had 2 sons, 1 daughter. The daughter, she too, later married a local boy-idiot-drunk who she  (the daughter) finally kicked out of the house. Lastly? -She cut down all those god-damn bushes!...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Too many Yoko's!

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/DAVE DELACROIX/ "Too many Yoko's."


...Don't wanna join your BAND:
 Too many Yoko's.

Don't want to hang with your Crowd?
-too many Yoko's.

Don't wanna go to Hollywood?
Too many Yoko's with DICKS.

And, YOKO? I don't wanna date.. with your
Siamese tricks.

EL DORADO? -leave it out!
 -too many Yoko's.

And I don't need a ride,
 this side of Paradise:

WHY?
(ya got it!)

-too many Yoko's.


As for HEAVEN? -WAY! WAY! WAY!
(drag me screamin' & kickin')

...too many frickin' YOKO ONO'S!



c 2015/davedelacroix/St. Pierre, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hot Springs Deluxe."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hot Springs Deluxe."


"Only the Good die young?" -the older I get,  the expression's validity cold-steels thru. And my living like "Chauncey Gardener" is not without some pain and much confusion, being there.

TOMMY! -def, dumb & blind kid? NO WAY-JOSE! A "Sam Spade" actor... and Maitre'D at famed MAXIMES, Hot Springs-Arkansas' music venue landmark. And a BRO to ALL, passed away: "In memoriam"

...Son-of-a-gun cracked me up with his "No Country for Old Men" -Texas haircut. (lasted for 2 weeks). A "Pard", a fellow Thespian, BLOODY ROOM-MATES! -Tommy had a BO-JANGLES wit for life's every roadblock!

For the great State of Arkansas and the SPA town  of Hot Springs, from Modica-Sicily - a Hot Springs look-a-like - to TOMMY, I raise a jar...the best by far...in a Hot Springs deluxe.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ PLASTIC MEN.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ PLASTIC MEN.


WE are da Plastic men,
 instant, applicable, a throw-a-way.
We are da Plastic dudes;
 hunger - pussy-crave! - like knaves,
 like a knave.

No kiss, no pout, no eyebrow raised?
 U need a friend? -Get a dog
...in the Economy size
who'll spread her legs on a Friday night,
 a plastic Baby-Doll'll do alright?

We are the Plastic men
 and VOTE if U choose;
 politico, War and Peace?
Plastc man forgot..so long ago?

WE are da Plastic MAN,
 resolute in stagnation,
 but at the slightest whisper
of a cold wind,
 the plastic shatters
 to hollow bone:
And so it goes. And so it goes.




c 2015/davedelacroix/our kid in europe/modica-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rimini & the Grateful Dead."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ RIMINI & the Grateful Dead...


Never been? Never been?
 But in Winter?
 -U don't know WINTER,
 U ain't never LIVED when U say
 U ain't "got nuttin'" 'cept da Summertime Blues?

Winter, cuore (heart)
 will sweep your empty soul
 and leave U
 - which  (Professors agree)
is good and bad,
 like a Nino Rota canzone (song)
 in a FELLINI movie.

 U GO to Rimini...and there's no-one there!
 WHOO-PEE-DO!
 And the tides gone out,
 hence: U, Venus in Furs,
wearing a  Russian capella (hat-thingy),
walking along the frigid, beach shoreline
...like a happy martyr.

Never been? Never been?



c 2015/davedelacroix/our dude in Modica/happy at last.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ BOB MARLEY

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/BOB MARLEY


DIZ morning, DAT morning, DEEZ days?... Kiss da Gals and make'em cry?... More like the other way around, hence: DA BLUES.

DIZ "mezza-giorno", death in the afternoon, can't come too soon for some?... Palm trees sway, "Reggae" ladies PRAY someday you'll come back soon, like a canzone, like a song, Bob Marley?

DIZ nite, this night? So many, lost in the promise of love-UN-requited; only left to hunger for the new day, that ever-illusive tomorrow.
YIKES!!!

Good morning! Buongiorno! Misty morning (can't see no sun)? The rhythm of the SURF speaks your name, your flame, and all the mornings yet to come.



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Our Man i8n Europe/dave delacroix/ "PANAMA HAT."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Panama Hat."


CHESTY-MORGAN (big tits), via Roma, Ragusa, pinches her "undies" under her skirt; don't ya just love this sticky arm-pit weather? And, vive Sicily, terra-paradisio: Every frick but ME, Chesty-Morgan too, in a Panama Hat!?
And , SPORTIFFE!!!? -some go CRUSOE, some SAM SPADE, some downright FEDORA, some look FILM NOIR and sharp as blades? But MOST, mostly, shuffle - under da Boardwalk? - and kiss the day when back in Manchester-England or "sweet" Chicago-USA, they can KISS dat frickin' Panama Hat..goodbye?
WOTS TA DO, dude!? What's to say? Fashionistas' bewail! And Critics abound: "De Rigeur?" "Schiess-befeil!?" Stick dat fricker on your TOP, for F-Book, Papparazzi, in need of a MIRROR: WHOOPEE-DOO, forget ya Blue Suede Shoes! ...The mind slumbers.
And if DA truth be known? MIO?... Ah wouldn't be seen DEAD in this life or the next... outside of PANAMA...wearing a Panama hat.


c. 2015/daved/fuck ooff and die young. MODICA-Sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DOMANI!" (Tomorrow)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/  "Domani!"  (Tomorrow)


Domani -in mah dreams?
Domani -in mah schemes?
Domani -in mah SCREAM!
Domani.

Domani -in your embrace?
Domani -kiss your face?
Domani -will U ever WAIT
for tomorrow?

Domani -dat's her name
to fire Love's flame,
and if LOVE has a name/chiama?
It's Domani: DOMANI.

Domani -in mah dreams?
Domani -in mah schemes?
Tomorrow, She's mah QUEEN:
Domani.

(...Singing da Blues
whilst da Lady Cats wail?
doobie-doobie-doo...)

Domani, Domani, Domani.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "4 Shades of Blue."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "4 Shades of Blue."



1) "Falling in love again..."


(Sing along:) Falling in love again
what am I to do?
It's a kind of Blue;
I can't help it.

Love has always been my game?
What am I to do?
It's a kind of Blue;
I can't help it.

Women flock to me
like moths around a flame,
when they hear my name,
am I to blame?
AM I TO BLAME? (sotto voce)
I can't help it.

Falling in love again,
GIADA, sister Sue,
Rachel or Kate,
Isabella, I love you!
I can't help it.


2)  "The Wanton."


...She was "tarred and feathered". They shaved her frickin' head and pelted her with yesterdays veggies! The PRIEST (There's always a Priest. A community necessity...to validate occasional outbreaks of civic insanity) "received" her Confession prior to her being burnt - to death! at the stake in the village piazza.
Most folks stood back. Them with DUCATS? -Ringside!
The "confession", known only to the Priest, Me, now You, ergo: the frickin World!

(The Confession)

"Padre?"
"Yes, my daughter?"
"Padre?
"Yes, my daughter. Get on with it!"
"Padre? I fucked every one in town cos'  I wanted to feel I belonged? Ya follow?"
"Yes, my daughter."
"The men, boys, even the village hunchback, I slept with."
"The hunchback?"
"Si, padre. It was a Sunday."
"O.K."
 "They all just wanted FREE PUSSY but some how it gave me satisfaction; a service presented?"
"Yes, my daughter?"
"I could'a charged these fricks for money!"
"You did?... Tax deductible?..."
"Not on your Life, Padre! No. Money, as we both know, is an abstract science I wanted no part of. But  I BELONGED. I was .- though Spartan? - in this town, an asset; I was NEEDED. Like a Priest, perhaps? Like you?"

The Priest, who's name, probably like yours or mine, was/is lost to History But  at the "auto da fe"/public burning thingy, this noble man of the Cloth (the Priest) bade all spectators - Ducats or no - to close their eyes and bow their heads in supplication...with the threat of "eternal inferno/excommunication/serious law suit, and SWITCHED the "Wanton" for a "Guy Fawkes" dummy, who immediately and  conveniently combusted!
"Auto da fe" cognoscenti remarked "The bitch expired as fast as she fucked!" It was a No-Show. Street vendors cried foul!... But truth be known?...

The "Wanton" was smuggled to the sea, took sail with the Priest's purse and words: "Go EAST, my daughter. Enlightenment awaits!"



3) "I ain't gonna cry."


I ain't gonna cry
for the History of Man?
I ain't gonna cry
for dreams dat don't come true?

I ain't gonna cry
for what U meant to me?
Nor You!
Don't waste your tears.

I ain't gonna cry
for the living, nor the dead
and I ain't gonna cry
over words written or said?

"Hellos-goodbyes!"
"Il Grande Viaggio!"
In Peace or War? A Chronicle!
Who could ask for more?
Redemption?

-Nothing more than footsteps
of Time's shadow.
(WHA!?)

I ain't gonna cry. Nope!
Forgiveness is favored in Heaven?
But I will not cry. No.
Not today:

THEN BAWL!!!



4)  Flatbush -New York City.


There was a sweet gal
from Flatbush, NYC?

There was a cool doll
from Flatbush, BROOKLYN
NYC.

There was a true heart,
Americano-Italiano!

(Sing along!)

And I love her still,
ocean's apart,
and she done never did me wrong!

There was a great Lady
from Flatbush, New York City;
for her? -this song.
(Tra-la-la!)

And I love her still,
ocean's apart;
and she done never did me wrong.




c 2015/davedelacroix/our dude in Sicily/MODICA-groovey 4 SHADES OF BLUE.

Our Man In Europe/dave delacroix/ "DIZ U DIZ!?" (Are U Guilty?)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DIZ U DIZ!?" (Are U Guilty?)



Diz u diz
Sorella?
Diz u diz?
Diz u diz?
DA BIZ!?

Did u Fizz!
Prosecco, POP!
Diz u cool;
pop, pop, pop!?

DO u mizz
da boy with da Fizz
viaggi Grande Navi
oggi-eternite?

Bambino arrive
AUGURI-festa?
ALLEURI!
Sailor-boy returns
and NOW
U smile?


(famiglia:) IZ U IZ, Navi-Senor?
Bienvenuto famiglia-
salute! DIZ U DIZ!?
La dolce vita?..
(Pappa:) MALEDICTIONI!!!

(silencio)

(Pappa) "DIZ U DIZ
mio figlia?"

DIZ U DIZ,
diz u diz?
Diz u diz
da Biz?...
DIZ U DIZ!
DIZ U DIZ!
PAPPA FRANCESCO!
DIZ U DIZ!!!

(...and so it goes.)



2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/modica/sicily/italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "THE LEADEN VEIL:"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Leaden Veil."


"Not a Sparrow shall fall!", -according to U? ARIZONA desert highway (no sparrows).
"I'm leavin' ya! Frick off and die Young!" -X-3... U flies at the walls of the  "Sad Pearl Desert Motel"; make your FIRE EXIT, stride out to US highway 666, but no TRAFFIC, dead desert heat, so U come back to the T.V., love-seat, mini-bar (I would too?); not a sparrow shall fall.
"Maybe, later Babee, when da sun goes down?"
BBQ!?
T.V. chat-talk and the East TEXAS wind sing: "Not a sparrow shall fall"?
Meantime...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fontana di Visione." (Fountain of light)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fontana di Visione"/Fountain of Light...



Fontana di visione, fountain of Light, quando conceptione? Domani -illuminati?
IERI, nero, ieri nero! Ieri, grande amore!? Fontana di visione!
Domani...piano-terra.

Fontana di visione, the fountain of light? BULGAVI No.4 -lipstick, becomes U
in indigo-prima sera?
Fontana di visione, fountain of Light? Come live with me my sweet: Il
Diablo! Vai!

Fontana di visione, grande amore, il notte? NINO ROTA musica; il mondo
tutte bene.

Fontana di visione, fountain of light - grande amore!  Il PHOENIX transcendo;
dolce vita e buona sera...

(Tra-la-la!/can any body lend me $20?).......:)




c 2015/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/modica/sicily/italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ILLUMINATA DELLA LUNA."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Illuminata della Luna." (Light of the Moon)


PRIMA! (first)
Illuminata della Luna.
SECONDI!
Il passione, amore; doppa?
....And that's where everything
went South!
PREGNANT.

Somehow DAD found out.
Uncanny?
MOM? -Estranged in the Bahamas
sent E-mail missiles.
Normal.
Fratelli/sorrelli went
positively Ballistic!
"Is he BLACK?"
"What if he were?" -U provoke.
"For god's sake!" -the family agreed,
"Don't tell Grandma!"
...So nobody does.

At the Christening,
held
at the Basilica of the Blessed Virgin
in Modica, Sicily,
everyone is AMAZED:

The kid is half Chinese,
named LUNA,
son of a ships Cook outta Catania!
It's a disaster...

"Where's the Pappa at?" -she gets quizzed.
"Ah dunno.." she responds. "Hong Kong?"
Yet TWO of her siblings
begin lessons in MANDARIN

...with an eye to the future.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lauren Bacall."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lauren Bacall."


Lauren Bacall! Lauren Bacall!
She was a sweet-sad-tomato
and her tears they flowed like wine:

"To Have and Have Not"?
"Da Big Sleep!"
Lauren Bacall should'a SHOWED UP
in Da "Maltese Falcon";
Humphrey Bogart & Crew:
Peter Lorre, Sydney Greenstreet:
Should' a shown-up in
"CASABLANCA"!!! "Mein Gott!"

Lauren Bacall! Lauren Bacall!
She was a sweet, sad tomato
and her tears they flowed like wine?

She could'a sang: Johnny Rivers
(DID) Hoagy Carmichael,
George Gerswhin,
Stephen Sondheim;
...so da Hollywood story goes?

Lauren had the last laugh:

"Sam (Spade)? U know how to whistle,
don't ya?...Ya just put ya lips together
and blow..."

Lauren Bacall! Lauren Bacall!
She was the SWEETEST tomato
and her tears they flowed
like wine...:)


c 2015/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/MODICA, Scillia, Italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ THE SUNDOWNERS: "Da Honeymooners."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ THE SUNDOWNERS: "Da Honeymooners."


Albergo. albergo, Sicilian, hot summer nite;
new kids on the block:
FIRST FLIGHT
Whoa! What Promise! What earthly delights!?

SHE insists he sit, whilst pee-ing on the toilet
and NO SEX...without a condom?

O' where is the MAN that U once were?

Later: "TO DA MOO...MOON, ALICE!!!"


...Beer: €10.00
Vino, Box: €1.50
Eggs: €1.50
Bacon: €3.50
Deodorant: €2.00...


c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/MODICA-Scicilia, Italia.

D-D-DETECTIVE, "Tobasco, my lovely..."

Dave Delacroix/Menu a'la Carte/Menu for Murder...


"Tabasco, my lovely..."


...It was just a'wanna dem days. "D & D" (Private-Dick)  eyed the dead cilantro, ailing twist bottle of Tabasco...in his dying, grumblin'  fridge-thingy - if da MAYO don't go bad -the damn "EL REFRIGERATOR",  like a bad ol' wife, don't need replacing? So he bagged the pan of yesterdays Cowboy coffee (singing tra-la-la!) and launched it on the office Callo-Gaz. THEN! Sirens! GUN SHOTS! -down, outside on da strada on a luckless Los Angeles boulevard, christened "HOPE". At which point - universal wisdom? - When a gun battle erupts...NEVER stand by a window/fenestra!?
D & D (One eyed detective Agency) actually DID?

...Clearly; a FAILED bank job. Boy/girl team, both wearing McDonald's clown masks (Boy/girl? -one of dem had tits?), the boy: "Denis da Menace", according to his "Biblical" F.B.I. file, had ran out of Testaments. The Cops - in bags - plus ONE "smoothie", wearing a Fedora, but clearly not in charge/shooting at any thing in motion, including the No. 35 MALIBU bus, haphazardly NAILED Denis da Menace/ SWISS-CHEESE sure and true... But DENISE (da one with tits?) skipped and found her way into a nearby "brownstone", opted NOT to use the elevator, rapidly ascended a staircase, BASHED into "D & D" detective Agy, threw her AK-47 on the sad, welcome mat, fell to her knees, exclaiming, amidst stolen banknote confetti, and quite forgetting she was still wearing her Ronald McDonald clown mask: "D & D! My saviour! A'mah MISS-Understood!?..."

..."D & D" -with a window on the World/innocent bystanders SLAIN down there on HOPE street, coaxed her to the D & D "love-seat".
"Relax, Sweetie-pie." -he coo-ed. "Drink this?"
"What is it?"
"Cafe Mexicali!"
"Wicked!"
She gulped, then gagged, then sank to da floor.

D & D - who spoke BRAIL - indicated -thru the office window to the confused COPS below; he'd cooked their Bird.

After DENISE was suitably beaten to shit, then cuffed and parked in an Ambulance, D & D grew weary of the cops - in bags - slugging the Office's complimentary Jack Daniels, kicked em' out, surmising; yesterdays coffee with dead cilantro, Jack Daniels plus galoshes of Tabasco, 'Cafe Mexicali!' ...ain't no way to start your day. And, as the Ambulance - 'avec' Denise - siren-ed away: (A sigh:) "Farewell, my Sweet!", and  decided  a "J.D." was just what the Doctor ordered!  

Couevo-Rancheros, tamales, red beans and rice, later, with Sweet Louise at da BAD-TUXEDO dinner, over on Wilshire Blvd, would come later.

Tabasco, my Lovely?




c 2015/davedelecroix/il mano di scicilliano...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ The Sundowners: "The UN-forgetting."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Sundowners: "The UN-Forgetting"...


The rain
The stoop, sitting;
The YOU
The forgiveness?

The beer/vino
The song
challenge the Gods!?

Is THE mystery
"crystallized"
that dwells
in Antica Romana?

And the ghosts
that circle
-like swallows
in the sky?
VICTORS or victimized,
martyrs or Mummers?

And the love U give
the fornication
the despair,
the UN-forgetting
of ALL U knew?
Is YOUR "true", mine too?

You're Past was short
You're Future, LONG;
just wotchagonna-do?

...It's just the Rain,
the stoop,
the Sadness, that UN-living,
the "thing"
that's left of U.



c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/MODICA, Scicily, Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ THE SUNDOWNERS: "Lily of the Fields".

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ THE SUNDOWNERS: "Lily of the Fields".



It's a SAD song, it never ends, and a Love Song; I will defend! A time spent...in ecstacy?

The BOY loved, the girl; the GIRL was "en-raptured", the GODS smiled -and captured
that ANGEL who presided over U, over U.

OOOOHHHH Woe to da vanquished, the faint at heart? A STIFLE, a lesson -who do NOT pass START!?...An such a sad song;  "Lily of da Fields."?

...She's got NO Life! She's got NO phone! No Future! No regrets, NO great "Alone"? She's da Lily of da Fields; she don't BOW for U or ME. She's a MAVERICK:
She'll make it, somehow.

Lily of the Fields. (Basso)
Lilly of the Fields. (Tenor)
Lily of the Fields. (Soprano)..... Sweet Lily of da Fields.


c 2015/our man in europe/off to scicily/look a' me!/piacenz

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Sundowners, No. 23-25: Duet for Three...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Sundowners, No. 23 -25: Duet for 3, then U and me:

(dedicato: Carole Aniello)



"ON DA ROAD":


An orange, a kiss and a KIT-KAT (choco) bar,
olive oil-extra virgin, vino bianco; then
 DAVEY back on da road again?

NO Canadian-Joni Mitchell - perfect - Maple leaf?
 NO L.A. Jews talking GRIEF (Historically?),
this side of Paradise...by the rivers of Babylon?
And NO despair except DA DESPAIR:
Davey's on da road again?

Do U LEAN, tower-PISA, by necessity?
Someday? ZOOM skyward? Steven - Da Horror! -King?
Or spill ya guts!?...like an orange, a kiss,
a KIT-KAT (choco) bar,
olive oil, vino bianco;
and Davey...back  on dat damn highway?

IS IT WEDNESDAY? -a question -frequently asked.
A "mittwock", that IN-BETWEEN?  YO!
Try not to scream! -That orange, that kiss,
KIT-KAT emporium...somehow, roots U out
from where U begin:

The SCREAM,
SCREAM, WAIL & SCREAM (share it with your neighbors!)
a "delivery"; like Davey...back on da road again.




"YA Mommie should know?"

(Canzone/song: for a forgotten rock-star.)


Your "inspiration", DEAD! And UUUU,
almost, too?-looking pale. A Canzone,
written in the fury of Youth,
dang-celebrated! -now?, almost forgot; but DIVA-UUUU,
or - just simply? - No Place Home?
-running on "empty"?
; dat ol' "inspiration" slips out of your mouth, now closeted
(back room bar) where ONCE thousands crammed
for a song/canzone that "devilled" peoples Souls,
now buried, dead and long-gone
...but for the echo of a memory?

WHOA! -Some bought LP's!
Queued 3 days for tickets in the rain!
T-shirts? WOW! Posters on bedroom walls ...like rain?
-Dat Gals first orgasm! Dat kids' "Johnny-Love-Muscle",
 inspired; by UUUU?.... Then (Tra-la-la!)?

...Heard 'bout your suicide.
Heard 'bout your O.D.
Heard bout your messy divorce (Yoko No. 16)...

(Help me here, brother/fill in "da blanks"/not
 to be confused with one of mah fave
 bands/old enough to be your grand-kids?)

...From Life, UUUU went to live in the desert/campagnia.
Uhuh? And U never came back:
 Rock & Roll Oblivion.

...As for the Canzone? The song? Your
"Lend me $20!" in the key of A minor?
 -I get asked by new kids all the time.
("WHO WOZ DAT MASKED-MAN!?)

I reply: I dunno, Man. Ask your Momma;
 ya Mommie should know...



c 2015/DELACROIX/off to Sicilly...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ DA SUNDOWNERS, No. 23: " U IZ!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ DA SUNDOWNERS, No. 23: "U IZ!"


IZ U IZ? IZ U Izzie? IZ Iz U dizzie?  And IZ U whiz?
IZ U fizz? Iz U double-helix quid? (Lend me $20!) ; when U get Izzie? -Other-wise? Lose mah number-.

IZ U IZ>? U da BIZ? IZ U Iz? -Good morning! IZ U Iz: U WOT WAR U IZ; put it on a postcard and sign it "IZZIE!"


IZ U IZ? Dat gal with da fizz? Da kiss? Da kiss? IZ U Ophelia? Reflections in mist? (Jeeze!) It's only Rock & Roll...when U IZ...wot U IZ.


(Co-written with Blind Bill Houston, outta Texas. This one? I found it sulking in an old American suitcase, scrawled on the back of a menu from Pachos Mexicali's restaurant, Tuscon-Arizona.)


c 2015/davedelacroix/habutee of Cafe Havana, Piacenza-Emilia-Romagna.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE SUNDOWNERS, No. 22 ..."Cucina-Sorella-Canzone".

Our Man ON MARS/dave delacroix/"the Sundowners, No. 22: "Cucina-Sorella-Canzone" (Kitchen maid's song)


"AH FAND mah Love, in Par-a-dee? Da SWEETEST love, since NOAH: Since YOUR-own  first kiss?
AH Found mah love; the Ace of Spades? So don't U go troublin' ME, just live...and let be.

AH SEEN da World; "Hell and Paradee", Tragedy-too? Sadness, in Comedy? WE walk alone, but "per buona-fortuna?" Ah found mah love, a Sunset-Devine?

AH WISH U love, O pretty child? Out in da Wilds, so little of "feel"? GO! GO! Find yah love, go find "paradee": "Vai con Dio, VAYA CON DIOS" sweet child, ; go with God....:)


c. 2015/davedelacroix/Chevalier da Borgo/Piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Sundowners:18-21: FUCK-BLOCKERS!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Sundowners: 19 - 21: "FUCK-BLOCKERS!"


Fuck-blockers? Little snails? Can't get laid, become a Worm? Dat - like IAGO - wriggles-and-tiggles inside Other's Progress, infects the Gals Tits and HIS Dick, maybe,  drops off?...Da Fuck-blocker, swimming in his or her swill, to kill the Love..that U and another could create?

Fuck-Blocker, at the Wedding Festa? Fuck-Blocker; Carnivale? -GREEN EYES, fuck-blocker's favorite stone? Fuck-Blocker,  if U don't know how to get it, U'd better leave dat Babee alone?
...An all U (Fuck-Blocker's) can say: "YAWWWWWWQ!?" (Helluva' vocabulary!!!)

Fuck-Blocker? -In a Suit. Got some credit Cards? -like a deep-fried-NEWT!? -U'd better sing out loud, if U want that girl or boy? -Cause dat other FUCK-BLOCKER, in the queue, BEHIND YOU, is gonna take your SUIT downtown!... Which, of course; Love's blood on your hands; leaves U where? Just where? -Fuck-Blocker!!!...(............fill in da blank/then go straight to hell...lol...)



NO SHAME:

(Blues:) :   ...NO SHAME, Luigi
sweatin' Brasil, no shame;
fa villas?
No shame, Franto-Poland,
slaving the fields?
No shame -Bill and Steve
in a Coalmine...over-nite?
And NO shame, Juan-Christobello
in a deadly, deadly
desperado Bullfight?

No shame
for the Soldier, duty calls?
-Policing some OUTLAND
No shame -for the Sailor when
 - damn! - he doesn't come home?
No shame for the WORKER;
who puts his life
-on a TIME-CARD?
No shame; his Fame?
-we salute.

No shame, for da PO'BOY,
PEANUTS for a Life?
No shame, some drunk
some playwright; portrays
ill-fame?
No shame - Padre Visconti -
a noble family, true;
no wonder, Il Medici?
Or Winston Churchill's "growl"?
And, later
No shame, when I kiss U?
and say Bab bee I love U?
For just what am I
supposed to do?



VICTUALS::

Potatoes - 2.00 euroes
Carrots - 1.00 E
oNION - O.435
gARLIC - O.25
GINGER - O.31
paprika - 1.00
frozen spinach: - 2.00
cAVIAR: -nO EXISTENT.
...
...



C 2015/DAVEDELACROIX/OUREMANINEUROPE/Imperia-Genoa, Italy...:)

Our Man in Europèe/dave delacroix/The SUNDOWNERS: Nos. 16 - 18: PICNIC at Hanging Rock!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE SUNDOWNERS, Nos. 16 - 19: "Picnic at Hanging Rock."



1) ...A Brief HISTORY of MAN:

"YA born wailing
and U DIE
whinning."


2)  DAYS of Rock & Roll.

When I was Rock & Roll?
I joined the "Rolling Stones"
 then drowned in a swimming pool?
When I was Rock & Blues
-I sang with Janis Joplin

 In DA BEATLES
 I got shot down dead
...by Central Park
 and "The Doors" sang:

 "When the music's over..."

JIMI Hendrix
 set my OWN guitar on fire,
 but then, I choked,
 as with Jim Morrison's:
 "The bathroom is clear"?

 Jim Croce
 put TIME in a bottle
/Pink Floyd went positively-
 Moody-Blues?

Zimmerman and Donovan
 scrawled notes on church walls,
 Leonardo Cohen?
 He filled in the blanks.

Amy Whinehouse sang Helen Shapiro
...and Kurt Cobain gave blood.

When "I" was "ROCK & BLOOD",
 Matt Monroe caroused Frank Sinatra,
 Bob Dylan? -he sang Marlene Deitrich!

And now; let me introduce U
 to Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young:
 (APPLAUSE!!!)
It's how it goes? It?s how it went;
SPEED GUITAR by Alvin Lee/10 Years After!

... in the Days of Rock & Roll.




3)  PICNIC...at Hanging Rock.

(...letter/found in a bottle/coast of Tasmania)

To: The Governer-General,  of New South Wales, Australia.

"SIR! We 8 girls who disapeared had had ENOUGH of that "ol'" Victorian Ladies School (Pardon my French: But FUCK U!!!) We pooled our money and bribed some of the local ABO's (Aboriginals) boys to enable our escape to the coast/sharkey bay, (I believe?) There, we took ship to Malaysia, bound for Singapore? Yet storms, Sino-chinese pirates and then the lowest of European navigators...dismembered our number. Christina, the first, died of shock. Isabelle committed suicide.; used and abused, the majority succumbed, yet, Sussanah chose to marry a brave Polynesian chief? I, alas, remain, in-fected with Syhyllis by ill-used hands; in Bora-Bora, thus...I relinquish our tale.



c 2'015/davedelacroix/GENOA-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE SUNDOWNERS/ "Nos. 15: "Bobby Sands & the HHHH-Block!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Sundowners, Nos. 15: BOBBY SANDS & the HHHHH BLOCK!"


...Said we would die; we knew?
Said, for the sins of our fathers
we'd hang from a tree, the tree
under which
we shared
Love's first kiss?

...Said we go down...to Caven Town
in a blaze of glory? And, said: we'd sit
with Mama and a pint of Black?

...Said it was Always, the Fife
and the Drum and SWORE
it was always a tear?

And BANG the drum slowly
and whisper: "Sweet Kate";
And be glad
...of year after year.

Said we would DIE, we knew?
-for the Heroics
of our fathers!

Bang the drum slowly
and don't raise a frown;
I'm marching thru Cavern Town.

And play the PIPES
U handsome boys and girls
and sing of Bobby Sands;
a Patriot
A Patriot!
A true blood of the Land.



c 2015/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/piacenza-italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix, esq./THE SUNDOWNERS: Nos. 14 - 16! -ALPHA MAN!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE SUNDOWNERS/Nos. 14 - 16: "Alpha Man!"


1) LETS SWIM TO DA MOON!

...Swim to da Moon, kiss Kids goodbye, sail into Venus, never say a Lie? And never go to WAR?

...Swim to da Moon, the Cow jumped over da Spoon; it's only KISSES, the eyes of the Dead; your tomorrow?

Swim to da Moon; who wrote to U, lately, who wished U good luck?

Swim to da Moon, Sista-Dolores! And Brother-YOU! What gives U the right to think U rule?

So; swim. And swim to da Moon.... I will join U, perhaps,  all too soon....


2)  ALPHA MAN.

Are U da Alpha Man? Are U da Prince? Do U whistle my tune? Are U the Alpha Man? Riches and Rule? Alpha Lifestyle, MALIBU?

Are U da Alpha Man? -Get ,me a JOB, any Bank or Credit Card...U can ROB?

Are U da Alpha Man, are U da ALPHA GIRL!?; are U connected; mah Soul simpers?... And what does yours do?...Alpha Man, Alpha Girl, now rotting in the vipers nest U have made?



c 2015/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/M9ilano-italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ The Sundowners, 12 to 14: ARRIVEDERCI!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: The Sundowners, 12 to 14: ARRIVEDERCI



1)  The Bride wore Black....2.


FIVE guys named "MO", not exactly "women-killers" (2 of 5, maybe on the JEWISH-DOWN-LO) get together every "Sabatto" at MO-1's attic apartment to hang, shoot the shit, play Cards (Blackjack) have fun and fool around? The apartment over-looks a Milano Synagogue.

It's MAGDA'S wedding day.

MO. No. 1  had a rifle... which he'd pilfered from those Police clowns at the QUES TERA. MO. No. 3 was trying it out?
"Is it loaded?"
"Don't be STUPID: Sound and effect, Mo! -This is ITALIA!"
MO-3 sighted a wedding party..and thought of his rotten wife..then he thought of his rotten mother-in-law...and fired at the Synagogue.

STRANGE BULLET: It hit the Synagogue then ricocheted Rabbis' "dread lock - cutting it CLEAN OFF - zapped through the Accordion players Accordion, direct to the bridegrooms forehead!
The bride was not pleased. And the Accordion player? He had a heart attack; died on the spot.

Magda would not let things rest.

FIVE MO'S? No. 1: She enjoined parachute - sport - jumping; they were hugging - mid-air - she kissed him then cut his cord; said: "Lak-heim!"
No. 2:  In VINO VERITAS, got him loaded with Chateaux Margeaux and deadly nite shade?
No. 3:  Off  (California coast) Point Magoo, surfing, Magda - afloat on a boat - chucking ""CHUM" in the water, the great white sharks queued?
No. 4: Piccolini problemo, but, like Shakespeare's IAGO, Magda assured him (No. 4) that his new GAL was intent on MURDER; he accidentally shot himself whilst loading/fiddling with his Glock 9mm, to defend himself?
No. 5:  ....TIRED of the "carnage"? Magda opted to just shove the last son-of-a-bitch off a nine-storey balcony...and whispered: "Mussel-tov."

The Bride wore Black.
"Shalom."



2)  "Since U went away..."


Since U went away
da World gon' South?
Since U went away
I got "Cowboy Mouth"?
Since U went away;
THE SCENE?
Since U went away
...I walk, lonesome.

Since U went away,
Il Ragazzi -less cheer?
Since U went away
A CLOUD!
Since U went away,
who cares for the year?
Since U went away
went away.

Since U went away
da world gone South?
Since U went away
I got dee ol'
"Cowboy Mouth"?
Since U went away;
The Scene? (OUR scene?)
Since U went away:
Arrivederci, since U
went away:
Arrivederci...:)



3) Sophie & Pete!


(dedicato: SOPHIA LOREN and Peter Sellers)


Sophia: "OH! OH! OH! Doctor I'm in trouble!?"
Peter: "Well, goodness-gracious-ME!"
Sophia: "Mamma-mia! Oh! OH!"
Peter: "Confide in me, my darling; I AM a Doctor?"
Sophia: "Well...as U say. A DOCTOR!"
Peter: "Yes, my darling?"
"Sophia: "Well, my heart goes: "BOOM-BIIDY-BOOM
BIDDY-BOOM, BOO-BIIDY -BOO, BIDDY BOO-BOO-BOO!"
(Pause.)
Sophia: "Doctor, do U get the picture?"
Peter: "Indeed. A Classic case!"
(3 hours later:) "Well, goodness gracious ME!?"
Tra-la-la!....:)




c 2015/dave the rave/our man in europe/St Petersburg-Soviet-Russia.