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.