Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ PISS - WHISKY- BUCKET!

Our Man in Europe/dave deklacroix/ "Piss-whisky-bucket!"


1)  "Grande Canale."


VENEZIA (Venice): We had NO money, merchants extended - I sold my 2 kids to some ISLAM fuck; I didn't mention it to my wife; after-all, her cooking was good, my Gondolier: my Life! Yup! Si-Si! I kept close, Grande Canale...

2)   GRASSY KNOLL...

...And the original "grassy knoll"/Dealy Plaza, Houston-Texas-JFK reverse-echoes, here in ROME, 30 feet  under your vacation sandals, Piazza Argentino, Cesare-Jul ii, Emperor of Rome, slain by daggers/sharks teeth, cut down the Tyrant amidst the scent of incense, burning pine cones, fire-smoke, the mob IN-VIC TA, for the tomorrow/domani... that his Assassins could not meet...?

3)   ISABELLA

When I was losing mah mind? -Isabella.
When U were hard on the track? -Isabella.
When U found the winde -to un-winde?
-to serve this po'boy's mind?
When I knew U wouldn't come back,
Ephiphany!!!
Isabella:
And then...I walked.


4)   BEER & CHICKEN

Beer and Chicken don't do nobody wrong? Beer and "dead bird" has got its dang own song? -founded in Arkansas, Alabama, maybe Kentucky-Tennessee; beer and chicken on a weekend... will bring me to mah knees? And CATFISH JOHN, up in Montana, got his OWN Radio Show? I played it on a shoe-string - if U really wanna know? Then SOUTH to "da CHITLINS", went South to "PO'BOY Sand"; and that's when I got nervous and put that Banjo on my knees! (START STRUMMIN!!!)  -Go'in South, DAVIE, ol' Davie, go'in South. LOUISE, ya come with me cos ol' Davie's goin' South!
Tra-la-la!...:)



c 2015/april-2/pavia-italia...our dude in europe.

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

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


.....As an ELITE member of folks, refused INGRESSO (not admitted/deported) into the United (sic) States of America (USA?), I bond with Amy Winehouse, Cat Stevens, Charlie Chaplin, Lello and his Italiano family, thousands of  other good folks and dedicate this sonnet to GRAHAM NASH, the composer of "Immigration Man."



"Philadelphia."


WHY can't I go to Philadelphia!? Why can't I enjoy your eyes? Is it because I'm black, a social "Commie-dude", some kid the USA despise? Some "funky-chicken"? Not DEEP-FRIED? -And U can't hang me from some bad fruit tree? YO shoot me/catch-can: free and clean? -Cos ol' Philly can get along just fine without me?

(Singing: A New Yorker boy! EATS at Reuben's!!!)

WHY can't I go to Philadelphia? TOOOO da Freedom Hall? Are the Padres of FREEDOM re-arranging their wigs...and/or turning in their graves? And, "SAY!? Have U seen, by dawn's early light? And the FAMILY of MAN; how proudly WE hail...?" Tell me! Tell me! Brother's of Man; why can I not go to Philadelphia...any given Sunday... and sit in the sun?


c 2015/wednesday./Piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Who moved my Cheeseburger!? (in 3 parts)"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Who moved my Cheeseburger!? (in 3 parts)"


One:

One minute, she's there! Next? ASTA LA VISTA!... I'm lying on the via Corso, ROMA... in the gutter...with only ONE valid Credit Card (maxed out!): A "Bellesconi Special"! -wotcha-gonna-do?
She said her name was SUE which in Spanish means "short-change" or Francesca in Italian. In Yugoslavia it translates: YU-GO-GUESS!? But I love her till this day; my ROLEX, my PORSCHE, my PENIS: ASTA LA CARAMBA! -but I love her till this day?
AY-YI-YAYA!!!
Who moved my Cheeseburger; just when I was getting ready for a bite?...

Two:

Have U been to URBINO? Have U been, real soon? Have U been to BOBBIO? People, there, I hear: COOL!? Have U been - lately? - with Mom and Pops, the Kid that U wanted to be? And DID, but it never happened: Mom and Pops...let the wild kid free, later, to cut you off at your knees?
DO U play Cricket (unlikely), do U keep score? Do U advance disappointment, silence, ever-more, the Lady Lenore? Do U kiss the Gals for distraction: "Ciao-bella-Ciao!" in a world of Fascism; do U - on a Saturday night, do U too, miss URBINO?

Three:

...Morning BLU, when I first met you, in London, Paris, Milano too? Morning BLU in Roma, Marseilles; I hope that morning BLU...never goes away?

Morning BLU...in Los Angeles? Morning BLU in San Fransisco? ALL the things that BLU'S meant to be? -morning BLU...don't go away.



c 2015/davedelacroix/Revalta-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave elacroix/ "HE: -da Candy-Man."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "HE: -DA Candy-Man."


HE don't like WHISKY
HE don't like GIN:
HE: DA Candy-Man!

Is nothing certain
in Peace or War?
DA Candy-Man...

HE'll love your Sista,
Momma, too,
give him time:
HE'll love U!...?

...And there ain't nothing
U can do;
DA Candy-Man.

HE don't DO Dope,
don't NEED Cocaine;
DA Candy-Man.

HE "cool" at parties
without Mary-Jane;
DA Candy-Man.

HE knows your MAW
HE knows your PAW;
who's dat knocking
on your door?
It's HIM!!!
HE: -DA Candy-Man...

HE got your Number
your  Face book, too
(HE read it twice...
according to U?)?

...And DON'T U get lost
in Cyber-space:
TIME  is short!
And LOVE don't wait!
DA Candy-Man.

U step to the Left?
U step OUTRIGHT!
DA Candy-Man
-don't miss a beat?

And, late, in the night;
U can't sleep
yet DREAM...
of the Candy-Man?
U-betcha! U dream:
HE DA Man.




c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/St. Nicolo, Emelia-Romagna.

Our Man In Europe-Dave Delacroix-: "Da wild wind knows"

Our Man in Europe- dave delacroix - : " Da Wild Wind Knows..."


DON'T GO NORTH
Don't go South
Make a NO-SHOW,
definitely don't BLOW;
the wild wind knows,
and then
it's East or West?

Don't get HOT
and don't get COLD,
be a Coward
or be Bold,
Cos' when U BLOW
the Wild Wind knows -
and it's East or West?

Don't say "YES! "
Don't say, frickin' "NO!"
Don't say, "Faster! "
And never, ever say,
" I don't frickin know?"
-Cos when U BLOW
the Wild Wind knows?

An I got such a long way to go,
down from Phoenix to Mexico;
and I ride
like the Wind:
Thw wild wind knows.

Don't go North!
Forget South?
A NO-SHOW-Cowboy Mouth!
Cos' when U blow
the Wild Wind knows:
it's East or West.

An Babee, Ya got such a long
way to go?
From MILANO
down to TARANTO
an I ride
like the Wind;
the wild wind knows.



c 2015-davedelacroix-21 years old - Malpensa Airport-Italy.

Our Man in Europe-dAVE DELACROIX- "The Sweet, Sweet Grass..."."

Our Man in Europe-david delacroix - "The Sweet, Sweet Grass..."


SHE gets hot. She gets cold,
in the sweet, sweet grass.
She comes alive, she goes to die;
in the sweet, sweet grass.
She doesn't "whether"? No hesitation?
She doesn't forgive or give thanks?
She IS UN-figured, invisible
in the sweet, sweet grass.

She doesn't hear U, she doesn't bathe,
she'll never call U, and YOU? - No hope!
-she cant Save, just when U need her,
fair or foul: In the sweet, sweet grass.
Her Poem,, like a Song: "Sweet Grass"
in a breeze, and later, ON YOUR KNEES;
U cannot remember...how it begins?

She gets hot! She goes cold!
-in the sweet, sweet grass.
Where we lay. Where we lay,
where we lay.



c 2015-davedelacroix-Calendesco, by Aneas and Eva. -bella Italia.