Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "With U."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "With U."


I want to see u sleep
I want to feel your deep
I want to leave u alone
I want to know
your love is Home,

I want to wander
I want to kiss
I want u to care
I want u to miss,

I want u to tell me
all u know
I want u to know
it's  you;

I want to see u play
dress on a summer's day
we ride bicycles
Belevere;

I want to hold your hand
cherish u
I want to be
I want to be with you?

But if my Love is nothing,
my sweet?
-I will walk away...



c 2015/davedlacroix/presaently living South of Milano, january.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ou sans les neige, dantan? (/Where are the snows of yester-year?)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO: "Where are the snows of Yesteryear?"  (Ou sans les neige, dantan?)


(dedicato: Poalo Bossolini)


WHERE are are UUUU?
 Where ARE U? Where is Cara (Texas)?
 Where is Michele? (Torino),
 Where is bloody Alessandro?
 -frickin' out in Milano-Central?
 Where is Martina? -COOP!?
 Where is Andrea, on some CammoraH
  LOOP?
 wHERE'S bOSSALINI;
 WENT TO sOUTH aMERICA,
 BOSSA-NOVA;
and where is "Georgie Gold",
 fixing fascist-inverted song;
 Rex Moser, Colorado-USA,
 TEX-MEX rock-a-billy;
 the GRINDER
 shredding Mortal Souls?
...least ways, young "Delacroix" thinks so
in this NO Country of Old Dudes?

Where were UUUU when things went bad?
 Where were UUUU when the kids were left alone?
 Did ya talk TO DAH MOON, or did you make Soup?
I like to think the latter?
 Dress rehearsal. Buuuurrrrt?
-where are are the years - U fucker's who can tell?
 - "Ou sans les neige
 - U gods/pieces of shit! - D'antan?..."....?????

(My latest girlfriend - Celeste -
 is convinced UUUUUU left us Alone.)

ALL the Sandro's!
"Tutte" ANDREAS,
Amicas, Amicos , I wish: Buonna fortuna.
Where are the god damn snows
that fell last year?
(TALK!)
And whisper in the dark.

Where were the KINGS
that should have ruled? That bloody
Madonna? -she failed to show up
(got pregnant).
and where - forget Prophets?too
many of THEM -
where, the leader of Men?
"Ou sans les neige dantan?"



c 2014/davedelacroix/francois villion/piacenza/italy




c 2015/davedelacroix/complete LORD of Piacenza/lend me 20 bucks INC.



c 2015/ddddddddelcacroix/italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ GO TELL DA SPARTANS!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Go tell the Spartans."


...The Lady was 90 years old. DEAD. Quite cold. She died the day before my arrival. ARRIVING by "invitation" at this unexpected situation, the SON (Horst), mourning, distraught, de-camps to another locale; I remain, a guest, perhaps, of a ghost?
... It's a typical German country-lakeside bungalow, Steinholm-am-Meer, south of Hanover; and  (the departed) Horst's Mama had lived here for decades, enjoyed her life, and also loved to travel as global trinkets and international works of art filled her chambers; classic Mercedes-Benz in the garage, her Pearl necklace on the "dresser"? And a cursory glance told "all" whilst I made - courtesy of Horst's' Mama's kuchen/cucina -  a Mega-picante curry and crashed out on the couch, en route, Paris to Warsaw, Poland.

Next morning:

And WHEN WE DIE who reviews the vacuum? Distant family?  The "faithful" house-maid, carrying off "trinkets?  "Old friends", arriving like packs of Wolves; "That gilt edge mirror that she ALWAYS wanted to give me!?" Real Estate Jackals ("Here's my card/Do U OWN this place?), the GOVERNMENT, to "appraise" your DEAD WORTH?
I never knew that being DEAD was so INDUSTRIOUS! \Horst's Mama was 90. She passed away. Rest in Peace? It was bloody WOODSTOCK; and I'm glad Horst never got to see. His Momma had to be turning in her grave!!!

YIKES! -I imagine I died.  (no stretch of the imagination) I've been reported dead 7 times but always rebound to piss off my critics/envious peer-parasites, reducing them to dull-tavern conversation. And what
ESTATE (what AM I worth?) would the "Jackals of Demise" cut with their teeth? Just WHAT - of WORTH - would I leave for these Jackals: SONGS?  -never mind bequeath?

(Ahem!) Bequest:

Bass amplifier (used)
Epiphone-les Paul Special
Spanish guitar
300 paperback novels.
6 ashtrays.
Misc. wardrobe.
Bad wall Art painted by
friends.
3 bar - electric - heater;
Misc./irrelevant IOU's.

Give it to the bloody LOST CATS HOME!


TRAVELLER, as for THIS guest of a ghost? A friend of Horst? Who is  to say? A companion, perhaps, in his Mama's passing? Traveller, who pass on by? -Go tell the Spartans!




c 2015/davedelacroix/his lordship lord borgo/still got a pulse/piacenza-italy



 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "GARY COOPER" (Vecchio USA CINEMA)

Our Man in Europe/David Delacroix Jr./ "GARY COOPER"  (old Hollywood dynamic)


(dedicato: Danny & Phillipo/Danny's Bar, via Taverna, Piacenza)


"...Doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter. Your KID died of shame, in a foreign land...under another name, helping SAD-SAPS, rich against the poor; all that the Folks taught Us: Barbarians at the door.

Desert Mother, Prairie friend, from 1st kiss to consummation? There is NO end. A Cigarette smile, a whisky
Divine-guilt! -comes in SPADES: It's "natural", in your bile, that raises HOT from where U begun; blow/but-slow! -blow..a Kiss?

DY-TANGLE U, "enforce"! (Dave - himself - doesn't actually Call?/Gary Cooper has Wisdom!) Whilst SPITFIRES battle Sky, the FEW who knew, unconditionally? Sons and daughters? And YOUR people rules, your pathetic jewels (POOF!) what for? -a Devil's banquet, more?

Some people always ask for more...

SING OUT Sista! Sing out Minstrel! BRO!!! And every which way, but lose? -WE GO?
To Minerva, to Juno, to Heaven, and in the shadows of the pillars of Wisdom.



c 2015/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/lord borgo/calendescro-italia/writin' on a wing and a fling...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ KIDS! (Bambini!)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ KIDS! (Bambini!)


...Kids -YAK, kiss, make up, swot, fall in Love; kill bugs!
Kids -smear lipstick, dress up like Clowns, tell lies!
Kids - piss off BIG PEOPLE...and walk away, sublime.
Kids - create games, design only with fashion shreds; kids
hate U, mostly. Kids talk Adventure; defy ALL your
adult failings. Kids DON'T "Talk", they "Walk"; that's what
Kids wanna DO. Only Kids love U, unconditionally.
...Cheri? -I will ALWAYS be...your KID.


c 2015/January/davedelacroix/piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Erope/dave delacroix: "WONKY!"

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

(dedicato: ALL victims of Terrorism!...and, most recently, in France...)


Do U want to Wonky, wonky, wonky;
do U late at night?
Do U want to Wonky, wonky, wonky,
all -a-fright?
Do U WONKY
in Peace? -but do you
Wonky in War?
An when U are Wrong
do U keep the score;
do U Wonky?
Can U see your Eyes?

Do U play Cricket/
Baseball; LA TOUR DE
FRANCE!?,
do U keep the score?
Do U advance hatred-
prejudice, silence,
evermore?
Do U KISS the Gals
for distraction? Do YOU
allow
a World of Fascism:
do U Wonky,
do U Wonky, wonky
Saturday night?

Do U Wonky Inez
Do U wonky Francine?
Is your "OPEN'
to LOVE, clean?
Do U wish for CHILDREN,
do U WONKY a Style?
Can U see it
in your Eyes?
Can U see it ...in your Eyes?''

There's Wonky in the Morning,
Wonky, late; nothing' ever
straight: Ask LOLA
as she walks by the river:
"Find me a Man...? that can give me the Moon?"
And as for your HATE?
There's NO SPOON.



c 2015/.davedelacroix/lord bor5go/piacenza - IL WONKY! - ITALIA!!!

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "...Till the Next time."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "...Till the Next time."


My broken heart, she says; till
the next time. An Overture that
Love can be pure; till the next
time: Promises UN-broken, promises
kept; where WERE you when we first met,
and all the love that slept? -
till the next time.

My sinew strained, my Soul aches;
till the next time. The very fiber of Love
dis-en-tangles. Is it a weary, long lost love?
Do the Gods smile down? And just where
does it begin? Where does it end?
-but the next time.

Sunrise, U awake, your eyes, to the
next time. There's bounty in all you touch;
till the next time. And in these days U feel
so free, but I'm like you, and you are
like me. And there's no disgrace; Love's
candle expires and becomes only a
distant friend... Till the next time.


c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Miles to Babylon."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Miles to Babylon."


...Miles to Babylon? East or West?
By candle light?
-Three score, and ten!

THIS Cavalier, with his sword
soaked
in Life, Love, Death and Taxes;
who bloodied yesterday's Tomorrow
with better than a sad Today?

Sing out Calliope! HOMER!
Read your verse! Arise! Arise!
SOUL, quick-whip! -Or Cassandra,
your Curse!
...And bird's wings
rise noiselessly into the sky.

Miles to Babylon? South or North?
By candle light?
(Jack-be-nimble!)
Labia, Penis, Vagina;
GODS of Conception?
Is it a Boy or a Girl? And
who thrusts Who?
-Nobody loves U without no shoes...

Cassandra? -Your VIM,
sitting at needle-work
whilst Trojan walls fall within
to crumble your immortal soul?

Arise! Arise! -Me-boys!
Barbarians at the gate!
Eyes to eyes,
knees to knees
(shaking!).

...How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten!
Can I get there by candle light?
Yes, my friend. And back again.



c 2015/dave delacroix/jan 10/piacenza-italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Do U Tango?"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Do U Tango?"

(You should play Bongos whilst reading...)


Do U Tango?
Do U Mambo?
Do U Waltz in
sweeping evening
dress?
Do you waft your FAN
to say: "Go away!",
"Stay...",
or, "Man! You're the best!"

Do U swim by indigo
Sicilian beaches?
Do U caravel
within a moonless sky;
say: "Dave? I may be
PREGNANT.
You'd better not die!
Pull up your britches!
And as for World Peace!?.."

Do U Tango?
Do U Mambo?
Do U Waltz, tonight?
Do U Tango (Babee)?
Do U Tango?
So let's GO-GO Tango
tonight.


c 2015/dave delacroix/in old Piacenza, Italy.