Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Jackie Brown."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Jackie Brown".


JACKIE BROWN; stealth, sublime, a whisper in your ear: Tonsils, taste, TANG: "J-B"! Jackie Brown will bring U to your KNEES: Jackie Brown! Jackie Brown, sometimes, plays Saxophone in nights HEAT whilst U Kill your business partner, beat up your Wife, but still paying your Kids' School fees? Jackie Brown.  Your SIT-COM only ends, Jackie Brown; diluted in a drowning pool and then to embark on a journey that never ends: The Caribbean islands? -Shipwrecks galore! Fellow gallows-birds, all reclining by the swimming pool. There's a place for U. And Jackie Brown...awaiting.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delcroix/ALL AROUND MY HAT! -x3

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "All around my Hat, x3"



(Dedicato: Dayton Emerson)1


ALL AROUND my hat, every Jazz nite? With the possibility of Love, Hate, getting Arrested, Alcoholic poisoning; all...around my Hat?

ALL AROUND my Hat; a seizure, frickin' LIFE, blood, OLD wounds, a new dynamic or Public dis grace? (Les Enfant Terrible!)

ALL AROUND, all around (my Hat) my HAT, A GHOST FROM THE PAST, A FRESH NEW FACE,, A profit, BUT MOSTLY, DEEP IN DEPT, AS i COUNT THE COST OF a world; all around my Hat, in turmoil?
And WHO, what GOD, usurps MY meagre banquet!? And AS for the dead; perhaps, the grateful dead who CHANCE-LULLABY the WORLD to some PEACE, or, as an aftermath, sing me to sleep, to dream?

All around my Hat. People are polite. All around my Hat. The Devil, in his disguise? All around my Hat; my Hat, I cast dispersions  into the sea? (JEEZE!)

ALL AROUND my hat, every Jazz nite, with the possibility of Love, Hate, ot getting arrested by BAMBINOS with a Badge and a Gun?.... All around my Hat, but THIS Hat, till I die, MY FRICKIN' HAT: I wear with Pride...... "O sole Mio!" U BETCHA'!!!


2)   A trick of the Light.


In the dark corner of a Cavernous taverna, Siciliano vino and beer, some candles, her FACE alit (boys at the bar noticed) by her Cellphone then lighted STILL, a response, brief dialogue, then a GLOOM pervaded, her blue eyes turned to black, her inner sorrow ghastly bloomed?... I guess she talked to  her paramour, the one who got her pregnant...and who said I would, or not,  be true?....Did I mention that this Cavernous taverna was arrayed and Candle-lit? Did I suggest the damp of Ages from ancient Roman times?  All-while, the gal on the Cellphone, from a potential "message of Love", then, in turn, a rejection, under the light there was, which glistened her face from blanche to crimson; and, mysterious, how the light plays, brightens, darkens, flickers; and sometimes, under the nose of YOUR own family, her gentleness turned to livid rage?
So WHO makes the Wine, and who writes the Page that takes us on that  road to dusty death?


3) The Strong.


"ONLY KISS the strong!" -she said; Without VOWS, without WOWS, no WHISTLE!; no WONDER in the after-math of Rockin' & rollin?? (Carlotta says:) "Life's too short to dance with ugly guys?
In L.A., Miss VITA: "Life's too short to fuck ANYBODY; if they don't got a beach house in Malibu!?"
"A Mansion in the HAMPTONS," says Lucrezia, "or NOT at all!"
-I had my warning, so I lied....(Sciacca-Sicily)....and got laid. All three.




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Our Man in Europe/dave delaroix/ "Scarborough Fair."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Scarborough Fair."


(As a KID,in 1960's England,  mostly, SCOTLAND, but my"local" family  holidays:, Bridlington, Scarboro, Robin Hood's Bay, Flamboro Head, Scoresby Mills), Whitley Bay)

(Song:)

Scarboro Fair.


"ARE U GOING to Scarborough Fair?... Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme?.... REMEMBER,
remember me to  a love that lives there?
(GOD DAMMIT!) She, Yup! Was once a Cool Lady mine.

Did I grow UP in (YAWKSHAH!) the South or West "Riding"; Parsley Sage, Rosemary, and Tyne? Used to exercise ponies every weekend; to the Manor born!
Did I fall in love with a fine Yorkshire girl? -She once was a true love of mine.
AS for making a Cambric shirt (Parsley whatsit!?); get ya ASS down to London town? The Belles of Yorkshire, U' will never know? Parsley, sage, rosemary..and TIME...without no needlework.
A Shropshire Lad, a Yorkshire Lad? In TIME? Who is not guilty... in selfless Progress?
NO-ONE gets NOT to rue the day (frickin' DANG!)... (my best English); and disdains the riches of his Lay? DAMN echoes of a yesterday: resound?
Are U GOING to Scarborough fair (like Carnival); put U up  in good stead for NYC, New Orleans, SHANGHAI, Los Angeles; remember ME, remember HER, to one who lives there? ...She once was! She once WAS!... a true love of mine.

Are U going to Scarboro Fair? Some fixtures, some good folks...will meet U there? So long ago, without a care? Don't mention my name, in Scarboro Fair, SHE once was...a Cool Lay mine.



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Tiger Prick and Succulent fair?

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Tiger Prick & Succulent Fair.



(dedicato: John McFarland)


ALL THE Vagina's, a succulent fair? ALL those PENIS, producing, Tomorrow's Yesterday? ALL those NON SMOKERS; all DEM, no alcohol, no Mary-Jane and the HEROINE that resulted in Socio-Politico (Oxford-Cambridge) ...a boat race?

All the Tiger PRICK? BUCK House TIT? To masturbate - frantically! - repetitively? Does it make U feel WHOLE; (sic)

who Sings of Submission, who sings of your Dime?

"J-C"! Where do I CRY!?

Does the Body know...where I lay....or will, know forever, where I lay?

All the Vagina's, a succulent fair; all those Penis, producing -Tomorrow's Yesterdays; all those FASCISTS, non-smokers, all those No ALCOHOL, no Mary-jane and the Heroine that swirled...around my brain.....?

(PEOPLE?: I'm Being HACKED, even as we speak...bY loathsome folks...look in for Ducats?)

Men are MEN. But the sword we carry....and Call me...when U can. (Right now?? Gettin' HACKED!)...

I Wander lone-letto...as a Cloud?

c2016,LORD BOTGO (Got NOO Money), LORD BORGO.

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix, "DA KID!"

Our Man in Europe dave delacroix, Da Kid."


(Detective:) Did da Kid kill her or did he kill the dog, then, the Man.
(Eye-witness:) "I swear the KID run naKED...INTO THE SEA?"dETECT:) "aND?...
"Did he masturbate, frantically, Detective? Is that what U want me to say?"
Quantum Mechanics prevail. A Parallel Reality. And I'm TIRED of pissing on your lawn; as your Lawn...isn't there?-said some Lonesome Bureaucrat in INTERPOL, law-Enforcement.

DA KID was full of HATE
Da Kid was full of JOY
The kid, didn't give a FUCK,
the Kid was just a Kid.

Da Kid was a POEM
Sometimes, the KID
rhymed. But the KID
killed the Innocent;
The KID, Police,
must needs
forfeit his Life!

(Detect:) "Must'a been 1-24, 241-1,
only 2 girlfriends, Pornhub sex
and ONE Summer's day?"

(2nd. Detect:) "Let's leave this...?
(Senior Detect:) Is that your drink? Last DRINK?



c2016/davedelacroix/sciacca,sicily.

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

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


...(Singing:) In the footsteps
of Machiavelli: "I KNEW a Prince,
I knew a KING,
I knew a Tyrant too?"
In the SHADOW
of a Politic,
the Chessboard, change,
the BLOOD or toil
and all was under-hand?

In the FOOTSTEPS
of a:
"CHEZ-ER-REE"
I conquered all I could;
and if I failed,
a soliloquy,
and damn U ALL,
for the man I am?

In the footsteps
of Cicero; ELOQUENCE
(WHA!?), prevailed, sailed?
And, sailing the Seven Seas?
Argument: Sustained.
Who hasn't love and lost?
Never mind the Wind?
How about the blood-sneeze!?

In the footsteps of
MACHIAVELLI
in the shadow of a Future-Past;
I remember, I remember
.....some Truth
for Me and You. But LATER
they would cut off my HANDS
and nail them (truth be told?)
to the CURIA door.
So where did Love go? And WHO can sing of my Passion?



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Free Man in Paris."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Free Man in Paris."


VINO/Whisky
LATTE
Beer
Beef, MEAT, Tuna
Tortillas/Yoghurt
ICE CREAM
Tomato Sauce/TOBASCO
Asparagus x 2
Mustard; Sugar,
COFFEE
Q-Tips/Dishwash LIQ.
(Don't worry.)



c2016/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ullyses...back home."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ullyses...back home".


(dedicato: George O'Neill, Chase-Manhattan Bank)


"Glad I'm back home?"...."Place is fallin' apart?"
(Son:) "I strung your BOW?"
"Did U paint the Pigsty walls?"
(Penelope:) "Babee, no biggie, but we have some "House-Guests"; you've been overseas for  such a long time and they DON'T just want my Pussy, desirable as it may be, but they want the REAL ESTATE, and all backed up with Lawyers...in Togas!"
"So WHO can string my BOW?...Let them come forth?"
(Penelope): "Perhaps they can recite a Poem or, sing a song? Whoever has the finest Poetry; I'm EASY: You've been away too long?"

(House guests:)

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(Sumeric Poetry)

Recital by ULLYSES:

...(Cough!): "Glad I'm home, couldn't WALK, couldn't kiss, couldn't SAY "Goodbye", couldn't talk, and COULDN'T do da Jimmy-Jammy! (2nd verse:) FOOLS couldn't know, I was sailing, FREE AT LAST; from the Trojans, from their GIG, their SMOG, their SLURP! Free at last!! Anyways;
Glad I'm home; Somebody rearranged the divan? It used to be blood red, but now...it's blue?"

(Son:) "DAD! Your BOW!!!?"
"Okey-Dokey! Let's, at least,  rectify the Divan."


c2016,ourmanineurope,dave delacroix: Merry Xmas!





c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix, "Mandolin Wind."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mandolin Wind."


(dedicato: Daniel Washburn, L.A. Dude.)



CAN't walk (can't spell?) this
side of a Dictionary?
Can't TWEET, can't meet U
in a bad Tuxedo?
Where's-surround?
VIRGINs -catch my Number?
Gigolos say: "It's Saturday nite!?"

Can't TALK (Can't dwell?) gotta
LIMP, bartender,
calls me a Taxi?
I'm SWELL; as swell as I can be?
SING OUT, Amici;
only the Lonely bleed?

I gave HER all my money,
the Yacht, the G4 Lear Jet?
I gave her the Condo, Long Island,
she didn't want my guitars
(there's HOPE yet?)
And yet still, I cannot walk, stagger,
(call PERRY MASON), I need a Lawyer,
I didn't kill the Gal,
she just ran off with
.....Mister-I got NO Shoes?
So welcome to da Blues.

So it's UP to the President
a.k.a. : GOD
whether I get da BLUES
or get lost in a fog?
Can't walk (can't spell?)
and got a MOOD;
you'll  gonna find ME
in some Dictionary,
a thief, a rogue, a liar
who cant WALK
but speaks, and SINGS
of the Times we loved so well...



c2017, davedelacroix, sciacca,sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delelcroix/ "Twisted, love, and twine."...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Twisted, love, and twine,"


Where do U begin? Where U prevail, what do U say, when do U dance, when do U Scream? when do U WHISPER, and what can U define as U? (long breaths)...
Kiss the boy? Kiss the Girl? Kiss the Garden of Eden, farewell? Go forth, GO WEST, (long breaths)    go climb the Peaks and hug all your Springtime?...Where do U begin, where do U Continue? (long breaths) It's a JAZZ , it's a BLUES, it's a collateral Tune?
Where do U stay, (Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!)  "I'm here to stay"? In England, America, Sweden, France or Germany? (Cardiac Arrest.)...


c2016,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily

Our White Boy in Europe dave delacroix:Merry Xmas!..

Our White Boy in Europe/dave delacroix/ The times they are a'changing/DA KILLERS!..Merry Xmas. Kiss me on Saturday.

dedicato : Stephano G.. .


(After Hemminway, in Heidlebeckstein, someplace in Serbia!  )



THE KILLERS!


DA KILLER! -who, WHO, you are?
YOUR FEAR?
Jam-jar?
DA KILLER!?
runs into the sea?
...The Sheriff, shoots HIM
on the beach,
the Killer:
wriggles on the ground
yet the Killer
walks away?

The KILLER
says; "I love U?"
The Killer; holds U tight?
That baby-kid, IDIOT
holds your Night?

DA Killer? one U love;
kisses
and Velvet glove?
DAT bastard....who can sing
your Tune, tonight...


KISS MAK BALLISTO!!!!.......:)




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRA-LA-LA!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRA-LA-LA!"


(dedicato: Jutta, München-Gladbech)


...If only TIME in it's own destiny, disconnect: and left us hanging by our necks, in kiss or spite, strung helpless, in a Vampire's bite? Just who would frame our own symmetry, as there's no witness, no telling (a tale to be told?) or WISHING?
Tra-la-la (we sing?) If only it was Love?
Then, Tra-la-la: Every time.

If Love was a fresh cigarette and that cork U popped, a cool Chablis and the banquet in your eyes, I could believe would stay? AND , yes, I could Balladeer, like yesterday, come what may; and come what may, if only it was Love? Then  TRA-La-La, every time.

If only God wasn't SO Godless, no diversions, no public derision, and last but no least, no banner for WAR? And the Intolerance of whether we smoke Coffee or Tea? I told ya bout a Gal, long since gone from me; your problems, my problems, till Eternity! And TRA-la-la, we sing? If it was ONLY Love?
Then Tra-la-la! (U betcha!) Every time.
Then Tra-la-la!....together!




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pushkin...and da Queen of Spades."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pushkin...and da Queen of Spades."


(dedicato: Natasha)


WHEN U GO to bed, my Sweet? A Moral Freedom. Incredible! Fantastic! When U WENT to bed...
Your nubile thoughts?
WHO are these PHANTOMS that make U sweat? -Faces! Situations!, Emotions, in flushes? That flush your living SOUL?....(whisper) kissin, lovin, a Pernod, Vodka, aperitif, when U go to bed, my sweet, and more? (Whisper: like a draft under a door?), but fear to  dream?
(Catherine the Great says:) " Maybe I Walked da Walk...that MOST Men walk; just maybe, pickin' up trash: DARTH VADER? Maybe I forgot the COLD and  decided to walk alone; no Princess, a Skywalker in infinity? But I wasn't GOLIATH, or some David-hero on a field of conflict ...with a lone, stone, song or poem, to conquer "what is? I played my Cards...with sobriety."
Possible?
FREDRICK of PRUSSIA: " Lock up your daughters! Kill your Sons! -Least, BIBLICALI, and see how the river Tiber  runs!!!".
The Augurs sing: Trust to Fortune! Trust to Luck. Trust you Heart, or gamble on your Fate:
Beauties, Handsome, Rich or Poor? Wise or Foolish?
Wanna play Cards?...The Queen of Spades awaits...



c2016,davedelacoix, lord borgo, scciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ ""ZAPPA: IT MUST BE A CAMEL!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ZAPPA: It must be a CAMEL" (In 3 parts: Head, hump, tail)


(dedicato: Victims of RAPE)


HEAD: She had me in her room, in her Iron-vice, grip-love! She was way stronger than me; then she - somehow - CAVORTED - inserted my unwilling Holy "member" into her womb and succulated: Pump, pump, pump! -until the California Zephyr, always late on time, showed up?

HUMP:It was some place: Las Vegas!
It was someplace L.A.!
It was someplace N.Y.C.!
It was someplace Chicago!!!
But it was some place...I did want to be?

TAIL: "Louis Prima? Saturday, in the Park? Wake Up liit'l SUZI; "Questa la Cigaretta?"
A cigarette for me.

ZAPPA: It must be a CAMEL: "Head, hump...and tail."



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "5 twists in Sobriety."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "5 twists in Sobriety."


1)

"Oh, where have U gone..my Blue-eyed Son?
JAZZ! JAZZ! JAZZ! -the night, away..in Civilization's
SCREAM!...Your greed for Destruction, Humanity's Creed
whilst ARTISTS flee
with a Parthian SHOT
of Soul?

Babylon! Oh, Babylon! A river of blood
flows down to the Sea!
Oh, where have U been, my Blue eyed Son?

YESTERDAY (All my troubles seem so faraway)
I busted my nose in intoxication
with "D.T's" (Donald Trumps!)
Fascists, commiseration,
streets of Napoli, London and Berlin?

And in the stark: "Azzuro Ceilo",
pithy clouds of past and present;
Untoward
the unravelling
of Man's Un-coiling mind
linger, like a wild, unwanted tear?

Oh where have U been, my Blue-eyed Son;
And where, just where, have U begun?...



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Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/LORD BORGO/ "Weewk-End!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ LORD BORGO/"Weewk-END"


(dedicato: Dayton Emerson)


Milk (latte)..x2
Bread/5 grains-sliced/butter, 250g
Clove of Garlic/ stick of ginger,
onion, beer, vino; olive oil?
Beans, carrots.
Tomatoes, Fromaggio, Brie
Prosciutto,
cheap razor blades, toilet paper,
yogurt for the Soul?

And that "on sale"
Whisky
better sail on its "lonesome"
whilst it can..

SHOOT me leggs!
I'm from Waterford,
the Crystal is clear?
A potpourri
of Habernero Chillies!
Picante! Picante!
The belles we knew!?
You knew?
I don't know anymore?

And that "Spring Sale!"
Whisky
better sail
on its lonesome
where-ever it can?
Says some:
this side of meat and Veg!

Milk, x2 (thinking ahead
for latte?), FROZEN VEG,
an L.A. Kiss
(SO glad ta meet ya!);
so I worries awhile,
chopping European Onions,
then, drying the lost promise
of my eyes...

(Can U lend me a Skillet!!!?)

...and so it goes.



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Sailor."

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


Four fingers, of light, shimmer;
A thumb
of the harbour line.

The fishing fleet
at last
is home;
but I'm no Sailor
on the Sea
without U?

This is where we get into my pot of Gold. OK Buy the Tavern. Call it the Admiral Hood! Call it HORNBLOWER, just as long as U should...be well, get pregnant, I don't care?

I talked to my Captain
I yakked with my Soul,
sailed the great Oceans
Searched for Pirates gold?

(This is where we get into my WHASSIT!?)

I ran smugglers payload,
I killed a few men
but still,  I'm no Sailor
on the Sea
without U.

(This is where the Western Trade winds stumbled Us into Porto-Prince?)

They're gonna HANG me!
YARDARM!
(These people are SUCH Amarteurs!?)
As good and done, and
four fingers of light
and a coalesce thumb;
on a Rum Staurday night!

I'll sing "Hail Mary!"
till I am done,
for I was no Sailor
on the sea
without U?

Four fingers, of light, shimmer?
and a thumb... shadow...
on the harbour line,
for I was NO Sailor,
on the sea, without you...



c2016/davedelacroix/ADMIRAL DAVE LORD BORGO, Sciacca, Sicilia!

Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "LAMIA.: The Belles of Bergheim."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lamia. The Belles of Bergheim."



(dedicato: The Belles of Bergheim)



..."Why is it that all the Angels U know...become emotional Fascists? -asked Sultan "Andy", from Morocco.
Count Rudi, suggested: "Is it inherent, or genetic-Eden'd Ville?"
"Micro-management-INC.!" Lothar affirmed!(A Baron; at least!)
"Why is it?" requested Sultan Andy, drawing on his cigar.
"Shopping, or lack of?" -suggested the Marquise de X. "Mostly, I cane them!"
And the Duke of Melville: "An Alpha Ego, which I am NOT; my wife's boys arrive in droves," he stated, "Sciacca-Sicily, or London town!"
"Who killed the snake?" -suggested the Duke de Anjou.
Count Rudi: "Who killed Tobacco!?"
(laughter/everyone  smokes heartily)
"Why is it that all the Angels U know.." repeats Sultan "Andy", from Morocco, ".. and the angels U meet.....become emotional Fascists?"
Lothar (A Baron, at least?): "Met a Gal at the Tavern last nite;
curdled my veins:( (He shuffled in his Tuxedo) "Gentlemen? Let's move on!"
"Cold fish?" -suggested the Marquise de X.
"Reptile." -answered Lothar.
Count Rudi: "I suggest we retire to a Turkish bath?"




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SWEET LOUISE!"

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/DAVE DELACROIX/ "sWEET Louise."


(An Irish - smoking permitted - Drinking Club -SONG; Accordion, tin whistle, fiddle!)


"Sweet Louise."


.....SOME die in the Gutter
some, die at Sea
and ALL of their Promise
for U and me?
Some, go to Hell!
Some die in bed;
and where will U die
my Sweet Louise?

Some choke on Heroine,
some: opulent fare?
Some, kiss their loved ones
before they expire?
Some, just fade away
yet, their Memory to stay
and just where I'll die?
U can leave that to me.

And AS for your Sins?
U can rot in Hell!
Your Virtues, those goodies,
the Angels will tell?
Did U die in the gutter
or upon the anvil of War,
and leaving a space
for evermore?

Oh Sweet Louise,
kiss me once more;
perhaps the last kiss
I'll know for sure?
Don't say that we "made it?"
Don't say that we "failed";
in an embrace that  lasts...
for Eternity.




c2016,nov,davedelacroix,lord borgo,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delavroix, gotta cut my nails, "Everyone's...got aN eNGLAND."

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/DAVE delacroix, esq. "Every one's got a UK!"


...I wondered lonely as a cloud, social pollution made me spit out loud, kill the Queen, kill the King? No future, alas? Where's the Guillotine? But CAN u kill them? England! England! Entrenched , bureaucratic DIVINITY!  These encrusted, established fricks?  (They look like Madison Ave., NYC) Can U KILL them? They, who uphold that REGAL Pyramid monetary scheme? A REVOLUTION: Can U destroy it?  Can u MAKE that change...for the common good? .. Rogue BERING'S Banker dude? -he almost pulled the CASTLE down! And all the Kings horses and all the Kings men... could not.put it back together again?
PEUWK go Bankers!
Yet still, the Royalist Vipers, shuddered, then continued to fornicate?
IN TRUST, with the Queen, and her Incestuous brood; her fricks, politics, and Jockey Mares; hoarding their cultural-bonded insanity, lie the riches of the "Common"-Wealth.... Who mates the Swans? Who grooms the Mare? Who fucks the Chambermaid when the QE2 is not there? Who launders their jockey shorts? (I'm getting old) Who polishes the Silver candlestick in Country house Sandringham? My ol' Mom, paid her taxes, lived full, saluted, and died, and, in trust, paid for ME?
......
I'd like my share.


c2016/davedelacroix,LORD BORGO,Sciacca,Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, molto lughi, "In a Crowded Room."

Our:Man in Europe, dave delacroix, haNDSOMESome dude: "iN A CROWdED room." b


(dedicato:Jutta-Munchen-Gladbach)


...In a crowded room, the words would spell; I waited for the soup de jour?.... It never came? Boulevaise, oral sex, something fishy, something NEXT and as the music played, the Hotel elevator sank to the ground, filled with Children?; all bets were OFF...in a crowded room.
On a Desert Isle, lost and found, she asked me if   (my crazy wife?)   if I would  Love? I gave her my Attorney's  Number and HE told her: "U got NO Tits!" All bets were OFF? ...In a crowded room, tea shop-style, she grabbed a knife and BLOOD spurted on the floor!



c2016,davedelacroix,LORD BORGO,Roa, Italia.

 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Old fashion Man."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"OLD fashion Man."

(dedicato: EARTHA KITT)


...I'm just an old fashion Man with an old fashion Gal,, we play old fashion music..and we dance around? Just an old fashion Man in an old fashion world; got my old fashion Gal; U got a problem? -talk to my old fashion Gal!

OUR kids got a new fashion -that's HERE to stay? -with all its cares and woes? How do I tell my children to let it go?

Like an old fashion Man,with an old fashion Gal, no matter what the kids will say, WE are here to stay....and with JOY, we will dance around.
...for the beauty of our Tomorrow...

'I'm just an ol' fashion Man...with an old fashion Gal...

cdavedelavroix,esq.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "MESSIAH 2016-headin' to XMAS on a fast train." ARIZONA!!!...

our dude in europe (white dude)/dave delacroix/ "ARIZONA!"


(dedicato: Jason Eklund, Poet)


Dance! Dance! Arizona! Drink a Budweiser, boys, what am I supposed to do?
Albuquerque, New Mexico: Do U cleave the Devil's foot? And...and find what winde
serves... to advance an honest mind? In Santa Fe: Do your Women chew Tobacco!?
Sing OUT, North Dakota, Harmonize, harmonize! CRY OUT Montana; let the "big sky" reign?
Gotta get back to Denver (?)
I wonder if they KILLED US, the one's dat don't "bleat", unlike the lambs to the slaughter; I wonder if they killed US, those PIGS that pick up our Taxes and savour the blood of our toil inside their jowls?
(ARIZONA: "RED zone.)



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SUPER-LUNA!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Super-Luna!"


D'ove, Super-luna? (Sweetheart)
D'ove, Super.MOON?
(Mia Caro)
Where's dat big ol' Moon?
...It's sitting in your heart.

Where's your big Tomorrow?
(Mio Caro)
D'ove grande domani?
(My sweet)
C'ome stai, tutte bene?
Tutte bene
on this side of the Street?

D'ove, ieri?
(Bella!)
D'ove, Ieri, dead and gone?
(my love)
Yesterday still clings
to your Soul?

D'ove, Super-Luna?
(Sweetheart)
Where is your tomorrow?
(mia bella-caro)
That big ol' moon
waits for you
in the Super-luna
...of this boy's heart.

D'ove, Super-luna; sweetheart?



c2016/davedelacroix/Syracusa-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The DASHBOARD melted...but we still had the Radio?"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"tHE dASHBOARD MELTED...but we still had the Radio-thingy?" ( 1 to 3):


(Dedicato: Dan Washburn, his Bella-Momma & Jaimie Montgomery)



1)  JAZZIN' in the afternoon?

"Honey!? Are U with HIM or are U with MIO!?"
"He's an OLD friend!"
"Luigi!? Frick OFF! U grabbed his CROTCH!!?..which, in Salvatore's Cafe/bar-TERRAZZA, in Sciacca-Sicily, is a NO-NO!"
"Well? HE didn't mind?.."
(Simmer down)
"...OK.. I'd better CONFESS. It'll save me a TON of money...I frolicked with your best friend, Guiletta...last month...and  (Luigi) HE'S got photos! He's blackmailing me: 20 bucks a month!
"Photos?"
"Only black and white?"
"Having sex?"
"Blow job?"
"Should'ave charged U FIFTY...cos' NOW U'er gonna get HELL!"
"On Salvatore's Terrazzo?"
"Why not!?"
"DOLL! -It's a NO-NO!"


2)  "Double Entende"


She walks with me in da moonlight, feeding me shit and keeping me in the dark, like a WAR that must be endured: FLY! FLY! ALL is discovered! (What?) And not quite sure which BANK I robbed, or killed some rich dude, blackmailed the POPE, some gone to hell Insurance scam, CAPTAIN JACK arriving!.... Can I introduce Capt. J?...Insufferable Literary details: Medium height, 3 day shave, smelt like a Mackerel, he, conveniently arrived, got drunk, then went into a Coma (everyone was happy!), NOT the undertaker. He (Capt J.) was NOT technically dead?
I suggested a - ya know? Private-thingy? - back yard FUNERAL "Pyre"?
The "Corpse" AWOKE!
I DO believe everyone present immediATELY BECAME A cHAIN sMOKER....Not least, to say, we All - in our minds? - all went to heaven, immediately,  in a lill' ol' row boat.......?
Ok.... Where was I? Back to the Future! She walks (Jaimie) in splendour...like the perfect Night.


3)  JU-JU-MOJO!


U got mah JU-JU?
U JU-JU?
Yah! MAH JO-JO!
U JO-JO?
Mah MOJO!
Beverly Hills?
Santa Monica.
JU-JU Pacific Palisades?
Malibu!
Ventura County?
Mah JU-JU
don't cross County lines!...
(Sometimes, so HARd to cross!)

U GOT mah JO-JU?....:)



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c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Down on Magic Street."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Down on Magic Street."


DOWN on Magic Street, kissing each others hands, like Suckers-paid off! Sucking, to suck the Udder, the She-wolf: And Remus-Romulus! -Under you?
IN BED - two SUMOS! Wrestling, for Honour! For Life! Jumping all over the place!
I, bloody Me, hit the wardrobe head on! U, U nailed the mirror on the dresser! Shattered glass!
HOLY! Holy.
Covered in blood and sweat we felt like JESUS, inviolate and Godless! Yet, still entangled, a look in your eyes? -so MUCH to be done..... Down, down, down. Down on Magic Street.


c2016/davedelacroix/San Marco-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ragazzo da Palermo/Boy from Palermo."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Ragazzo da Palermo/Boy from Palermo."


(Canzone/Song:)


....Hello Mamma
Hello Padre,
mi Fratello
bella-Sorella!
Tutte bene
in mah vita;
I just fell in love
with belladonna RITA!

Hello Dio! Ciao Diablo!
Some advice?
-about ol' RITA;
she TOOK me
for my Money;
now, I'm "tutte" BROKE
...and it's not funny?

(Chorus:) O Dear ME:
Mummy-Daddy!
O Dear Me; once more,
I lose
and don't know what to do?

Hello Mamma!
Ciao mi Padre!
I got TOOK
to the Laundry;
pick me UP
from being down;
I'm the Cleanest BUM
you'll see in old Palermo!

"Dov'e" RITA?
Have U seen her?
Got a postcard
from Cremona!
She's with RAMONA
all in clover;
Cremona is just where
my old Gals go!

(CHORUS:) O Dear ME
Mummy-Daddy,
O Dear Me; again I lose
and don't know what to do?

O SOLE MIO
mia Mamma
don't U vomit
mia Padre?
And Fratello,
bella-Sorella?
QUIT saying that by now
I should know better!

Hello Padre?
Ciao bella-Mamma?
mi fratello, mi cool Sorella?
Thanks for the MONEY
(I'm in Love again!)
And guess her name?
(My new Honey!...)
Her name is VITA!

(Chorus:) O Dear Mio,
Mummy-Daddy
O dear me, once more
I'll lose (U think?)
and won't know what to do?...

(WHISTLING: "Doobie-doo-bee, doobie-doo-dee, etc., etc.)



c2016/davedelacroix,LORD BORGO/Sciacca-big Moon-Sicily!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No Orchids for Jesus of Nazereth".

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No Orchids for Jesus of Nazareth."



"FUCK U!" -he wailed, doomed, dammed by soldiers, to drag his heavy lumber, in the shape of a Cross to the place of execution.
"Take THAT! -Bastard!" -exulted a soldier, delivering yet another "lash".
"The King! A King of the Jews!!!" -heckled one of the crowd.
LASH (of chains?)
LASH (Give him a crown of THORNS!)
LASH (forward);
An electric conveyance of pain.

Upon summit, a long past "grassy knoll", the "Hippie-freak" got his Nihilist deserts:
BANG!
Nail, left hand!
HAMMERED, Nail
to the right!
"Cross ya feet, Dog!"
NAIL! NAIL! NAIL!
"FUCK U!" -cried the Crucified; adding, "I PISS on U even as I die!"
(which he did!)
"Fuck U, asshole!" -responded a soldier, and jabbed the felon with a spear into his left side: "BLEED PROPHET!" -he guffawed.

A crowd had gathered. The usual riff-raff. Mostly women, strangers, the curious, subscribers of the Cult of the Dead; a.k.a. body snatches. Nobody important. But not too faraway a bunch of dudes, the Crucified's followers, shivered like frightened cattle, speaking UN-ended sentences, but only one amongst them - the one who had last KISSED the Crucified - slink ed away leaving the rest to their dithering and fear!
"FUCK U!!!"  -the Crucified cried, groaning, who hung on for two hours...and then expired.




c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hound of the Baskevilles."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hound of the Baskevilles".
(Who let the Dogs out!?)

(dedicato: NINFA!)


Who let the Dogs out? Wasn't Me! -Sky, over-cast, a dimming of all we see? WHO let the Dogs out, Babe? -Devils! Devils!, like Devils, an ECHO--O! -in the fog?
WHOOOOOOOOO! -Dance of the Vampires, bites on your NECK; two buds, portruding? And within this nest of Bohemia/Sicilianno-vagabondo, under your SKIRTS, what secrets? -GOLD, infamy, or sanguine immortality!? Like Fate? Crimson and black, filled with positive Guilt?
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Who let the dogs out!? For whom? For-FOREVER!? -For why?
(Answers on a postcard/no rush:)



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "THICK AS A BRICK"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "THICK AS A BRICK!"

(dedicato: Sir Jake/Johnny, Stonehaven-Glasgow)


...."The Society of Literary Advancement and Gestation (SLAG) announced their decision late last night to DISQUALIFY 61 year old Prizewinner Dave Delacroix, following hundreds of protests/wicked E-mails and threats received, after the reading of his Epic Poem; "Black as the inside of a Texas Steers "tush" on a moonless night!", on BBC television last night!
(AP)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The PUBLIC EYE."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The PUBLIC EYE."


(dedicato: Countess Anna Valimacki)


DA Public Eye
tells Everything
it KNOWS
(Car horn SOUNDING!!!)

The Public Eye
won't ever let U go
clothed?

The Public Eye
will get inside
your Soul...
...and feast upon
your ribbons;

Dat Public Eye
the Public Eye,
so true.

The Private U
doesn't need a thing
a private love,
a private fling;

A Paramour, a Diva song!
To YOU: Everything!?

Dat Public Eye
doesn't understand
just...where...love..goes?

Only the Public Eye
(That Public Eye)
dissolves
Love, into snow.



c2016/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "My Waterloo."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "My Waterloo."


...When I kissed U I had NO back-up plan, no refugee, no long, last kiss? -No squeeze-me squeeze, I had no Ideology, no apology, no RESPONSE; not more than once? I had no Insurance, no reassurance, no-kiss-me-quick, no Maverick? And no: "Let's get outta here!" I had NO FEAR, no loathing, too; no "On the Road", no vicissitudes, no sanguine love-you're not KIN: Where to begin!? No complex, in a DUplex, a "Smart Car", a "Lear" private jet taking me to Tahiti...taking me to my doom?...I had NO quick dance, quick-step, no MAGIC carpet trinket and no Jazz inside mah Blues; "OK! Win or lose!?" It ALL came down to U! When I kissed U? .My Waterloo! And U kissed Me! -my Waterloo...


c2016/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca-Sicily:sweet October.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/: "The Leopard of Sciacca."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/: "The Leopard of Sciacca."


....They don't see. Don't see. Camouflage-perfecto! And cannot see, a Dynamic in-front of their eyes? They don't SEE. Cannot see; a swiftness...on the Strada, a fast turn on the Via Lacata, a swerve, a Vicola la Marca, DASHED, then ON through Arco Antico! They don't SEE! Porta-Palermo! "Just'd where'd dat fast Cat Go!?" -Porto Salvatore!?
REPUBLICAN? Democrat? CHRISTIAN-Republican-Democrat?...Or Traitor? Or Garibaldi? Patriot? PATRIOT? -And which any which way the wind blows; LOVER? Lover? Or SWINE!? Who will donate his heart to Eternity? Mark your NAME: Here, and now!
The Sciacca fishing fleet is OUT, at risk upon the sea; a terrible storm! The Leopard licks her chops to savour predestined sin or a victimless crime: TWITTER, Facebook, WORLD-NEWS; where U heard it first?  Yet everyone came home, safe, but no-one came home alone...
No-one knows the "Invisibility" of Emotion/Thrust/Motion/Terra-Moto in it's unforgiving-ness except the Leopard of Sciacca, pruning her fur, her immortal design, on a Palazzo rooftop awaiting your "entre"?


c 2016/dave delacroix/October. Sicillia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SWINGIN' with DAVE D.!" (1 to 5)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Swingin' with Dave-D!" (1 to 5)


(dedicato: DAVE FOX -Alley Studios, Denver-Colorado)


"1) Sober as a Judge...

"HANG DA BASTARD!
(Parking ticket?)
20 to LIFE!
(Got an Attitude!
And ADOLF HITLER ANGER
MANAGEMENT COUNSELLING
(Pissed on the Statue of Liberty!?)
Let him ROT!
Extradite to Detroit City!!!
SHOOT da Muther; pissed on da "7 - 11" !!!
A Weekend in South-Central L.A.
should do da trick? -He's WHITE!
Yo momma! -Drawn & Quartered:
A NON-smoker/fricker don't DRINK!
Show the bugger the RACK
(where all Virgins go to die?)
KEEL-HAUL da Muther!
(Voted DEMOCRAT!!!)
WAT too happy! (GANGJA!?)
The Sober Judge "rises:)
"If I should be needed later
U can find me in "My Chambers"
(Nudi & Crudi!)
re-reading "Jurist-Prudence for Beginners";
And Justice for All!


2) WHISKY...

Whisky'll make a Blind Man
Sing da Blues.
Whisky'll make a Maverick say
"I love U."
Don't U go out tonight
Cos I need U close?
No whisky, but kissin'
And I'mah with U.

Don't U ever go down to Memphis
without Me.
Don't ya sail da Mississippi
wild and free?
I'll show U the way
and share All my prayers;
In Memphis, forget it,
forget Me.

Catch Me, someday
in England, or Gay Paree,
Barcelona, Milano;
don't wait for me?

Whisky'll make a blind man
sing the blues. And whisky'll
make you proud
without no shoes?
Now I sang U a song: Hope
it ain't last long; I'll take that
Whisky
and creep on out dat door..."

3) ADAM without EVE (Adama senza Eva)

"NO PROBLEM! Tomorrow! I'll fix it!
(Looks OK to me?)
WD-40 (Fix-it-stuff) That'll work!
No-worries! It's ALL  good!
(She's pregnant!?)

How to make "Cowboy Coffee"!
Suck mah Jo.Jo!
(No problem)
I'll just lie back
(ABstract)
and watch the river flow...

KISS tomorrow; "Hi-Ya!"
ALL our yesterdays?
Dust!
Dust!
A timeless CYCLOPS
with a twinkle in his eye?

Oh! Oh! Oh! No PROBLEM, Witch!
Got it fixed! Dat Apple on da tree
WD-40 (Glue-fix it stuff), messy
as can be? Kiss Tomorrow; "Hi-ya!"
It's how it's supposed to be?
Evi, I love U,
but let's just watch the river flow?...

4) MINESTRONE with Angelica

...I'll see U in  Piacenza, Bolognia, maybe Roma, too? And, IF - Babushka! - I am late? -blame it on the Minestrone soup? -which took so long to make and even longer to understand, like a frantic, Italian morning (Matina! Matina! Matina!)?
...I get up at the crack of Noon.Everything is closed. (Saint CARDBOARD Day: mobile trash dumpsters prowl Medieval streets). Later? Happy hour! Somebody invited me to last year's Rave: Toxic! And ALL so pretty? But I'm forgetting Angelica, presently cruising Russia and the Ukraine?
WITHOUT YOU; let me just fade away, where the sun also rises, a morning in June: PRANZO! Lunch, beloved: In memory, let us crush garlic, dice onion, chop oregano, basilicum, grate reggio-parmesano; frisca pompodoro and all the people we love?...

5)  PEACE

"....When I find myself in trouble....Mother Mary comes to me...speaking words of Wisdom:

"CAN'T FUCK!!! .INSIDE A USA MAIL TRUCK!!!!!"

.....and I find myself at peace.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "C.I.A" in Sciacca (Deep Cover, No. 2)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "C.I.A. in Sciacca-Sicily" (Deep Cover, No.2), TOP SECRET; Shussh! Keep it under your hat!


Day 4. (Deep cover in new sunglasses, raincoat:) I establish password with contacts at Harbor, Charlies Bar, O'Roukes Irish, O'Tooles Scottish, and Diddoes (gay) pubs in Sciacca: I say: "Boogaloo! Dat fish is jumpin'!" THEY (my contacts) respond: "Idiot! It's 3 days old!"

Day 5: Information, re. Porta Sciacca. 12 boats set sail, 12 boats returned, all with legitimate navigation lights: 5,000 kg of Calamari plus assorted, almost dead fish. Question? Could they have pulled a boat switch in the fishing grounds? (Dont ask why?)

Day 6: (Deep cover in my apartment). I have studied the rotting fish which my contacts keep foisting on me. My freezer is full, yet I still cannot find any secret microdots, hidden memorandum or a message in a bottle!

Day 7: Decided to tighten up security! The new password for all my usual contacts will be: "The rain in Spain falls mainly..." -they respond: "on the plain." THIS should get things going! Garbage disposal! Secret tunnel under Sciacca's "Ferme" for Afro Stranieri-VIP's and the Gas/Guinness pipeline, via Messina to the Republic of Ireland! -Hush-hush; details to follow!


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ CIA in Sciacca (Deep cover)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "CIA -Deep cover!" FULL REPORT: TOP SECRET!

Day 1:  I go under cover. The purveyors of Sciacca "Ceramics" are obviously secretive, have an Underground network (short-wave) and operate out of a secret radio station, transmitted from mount Kronios. (Unforgivable!), disguises itself as TG2! (Clever!)

Day 2:  I go under cover. Down at the harbor, I integrate myself in Charlies Bar. I meet Charlie, he hands me a newspaper full of rotting fish; the connection is made. He promises to give me "inside" information on the harbors' espionage business?

Day 3: I'm on a roll. I go under cover. I check out "O'Tooles",  "O Roukes" and "Did-Di's" bar; heavy lifting! Still? I bought new shades and a raincoat to look cool on the LIDO: This a "fishy" town. So where does the meat come from?.....


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lill ol' gal from Okinawa!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lill ol' Gal from OKINAWA!"


(dedicato: Damon Woods)


SHE (Says:)

She's from Shanghai!
She's from Cuba!
She might be
from Aruba!
But she's'
mah l'ill ol' gal
from OKINAWA!
(drinking Saki)

She's from Italia,
maybe Espania?
Don't get me stuck
on Czecko-Slovakia!
Aruba? Cuba?
-mah l'll ol' gal
from Okinawa!

Back rub? Hot Tub?
IT'S ENOUGH;
I sing it every time?

She's from England!
Milano!
She may as well be Piano!
Berlin or Paree!
Jeeze! The things
she teaches ME!!!
Mah l'll ol' gal
from Oh-Oh.oh!
Okinawa!.....:)



c 2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"LUNGHI TRENO te PALERMO" (Nite train to Palermo)

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/Nite Train to Palermo.

1) TANGO?
When do U Mambo!?
When U SWISH?
(Kiss?), swirl into?
Clack-clack-clack!? And
DIVE
into another World?

Or TANGO and bend,
do U Tango?
DIP, swish (kiss?)
then Advance, quick step
to a beginning?

2) TANGO Dress,
Tango smile
silk, satin, smooth;
stripped panteleone
arrive, and I,
your latest dancing fool?

3) HOOP-LA! Tango!
Quick step: (Swish!)
In the moment
of Fandango,
the boy U once loved
and Dip!


c2016,davedelacroix,sciaCCA-SICILI.



The Fly.


"...I don't know how it began. Something inside me told me I didn't have long to to live and I would take it in my stride. A Night? A whole Day? Something ephemeral?,Buzzing around but never for long as I didn't have that kind of stamina which emboldens SOME bugs, birds and other creatures for long endeavours; I flit and I flirt. The main thing is to find a "Home", albeit, a territory, a space within where I could out ride the parameters of my - presumably - god ordained existence: Love and Sex rarely came into it, but once, a hazy afternoon, after lunching on a host's dead skin and his other domestic detritus, I belched and farted, simultaneously, happy to witness cockroaches scurrying for cover with the flatulent breeze. My Belle du Moment? That was her Bug-Handle. We enjoined.
Afterword's she secreted 10,000 maggots in the nearest Urban trash dumpster, though in all honesty, I never visited these brats fearing inherent cannibalism. After all, I was guilty of eating my mom's left foot?..which reminded me of fish? TUTTE PONGO! But then, that is an acquired taste, as any Fly will tell you? We're addicted! And abstinence being RARE, I bugged my Human host, constantly, for his dead skin, new skin, where-as his NEW skin, I used as a Toilet to await it's ripening and ALL as Time went by?
...My Existence, behaviourally, decisive, in that I irritated all that I encountered, was nevertheless CUT SHORT in the scissored-mandibles of my host's house Spider who - no doubt? - has her own sad story to tell?
Prior to my savage demise, I'd often heard that golden ex pression: " He or She, wouldn't hurt a Fly?"
-But it's not true.


c 2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-sicilia.



Comfort Zone


WHO DAT MAN?
Who dat Soul?
WHO dat Rappin' Kid
livin' in da Comfort Zone?
Who dat President?
Who dat Chairman WOW
Who made dat Chinese Wall,
and figured a Comfort Zone?

...fallin' in love? Outta, too?
Big bucks to spend? But BABY
it aint about U?

Here! YO here, Life, here is your Boys,  and Mommas of Joy!
and your sistas
and a vision of dat Man,
doin' what he can,
makin' Peace
with his maker,
somehow, somewhere,
somewhere Baby
(Have Mercy!)
...in da Comfort Zone.

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LILI MARLENE


... (...) Unter die lampost
by ze boulevard
french kissing isnt questioned
U grab my socks and shorts;
but where will it lead
my sad Marlene
if War's a dream
we are now at Peace
or so it seems?
My Lily Marlene
Mein hertz, mein liebe, mein Lieber.

Gotta buzz off to Phoenix
A-RID-ZONA
Buy a new guitar?
See sights,
Music, passion
spread mah wings!
Dang dem desert Angels sing!
And Peace, and Peace
for now, my Lilly;
Mein hertz, Lilly Marlene..

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MY FUNNY VALENTINE

My funny Valentine
would leave me in the clear
no dispersions,
then get a lawyer to chalk it on a wall?

My funny valentine,
a forlorn hope
wandered, eyes wide open
upon the wreckage that  she saw?

My funny Valentine
in some obscure hope,
missed the kid, that glance,
and who sleeps so silently?

My precious Valentine,
come and gone, but not forgot;
My sweet Valentine,
my Valentine..

c2016/davedelacroix/Corleone-Sicilia

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "A town called ALICE."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ " A Town called ALICE".



In your night, in your world, we both got OUT with ourselves? In your Love, in your fate, there's nuttin' but to Whoopee -like Whoopee! -and we DO! Some say it's almost true, this side of a pan handler's hand, a short dress, a borrowed pair of evening pants, and there's those "future-in-laws" folks that U gotta tolerate...and their miserable friends? Stuff, invisible, until we defend?

In your night, in your world, DANG if I don't bathe in your serenity, in your BE-TWEEZE; I think of all I own and all the things I don't need, possibly, a relationship, like U and Me?

(Singing:) "UP Dale
and down FELL
and all the tales, SUNG
until it's time to dwell!";

upon your night, in mine or your dreams; I'd like to be altruistic but it wouldn't mean a thing, like a twilight, a thought without a span, or the power and the glory - not in a lifetime! -  we could never hope to win?

And all the young boys who went off to War, and, WHO, the boys, who fell in the line of Love? Just who were the victors...and who were the vanquished? The dead, the dead, row on row, where poppies grow, row on row; where a tear falls, perhaps a flower will grow, in your night, some kind of un forgiving...and so it goes.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Trains, and Boats, and Planes..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Trains and Boats, and Planes..."

(dedicato: Sarafina)

Trains and boats and planes, all around, to show U the internet, and the lack of love that U have found? Trains and boats and planes, sweet desire...to travel far, and IN your mind's eye, those trains, boats, and planes, leading U to Infinity?
Trains and boats and planes come ajoin to U, a chorus that was meant to be? -like those trains, planes, or boats, without symmetry, that drive U, on, to eternity? And by Dawn's Early Light, are U ready for your ephiphony or some after coffee eneurism?...
Trains and boats and planes just go to show; getting aboard, whilst a choice, does not reserve U a place, when the ship sinks, in the last lifeboat; Airline Companies divest themselves of such frivolities.... Ein Zuge Reist im Zuga!....:)

Anyways: (singing:) Planes and boats and trains, keep passing by; keeping passing by?...


c 2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-Scilia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pay-day!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pay-day!"

(dedicato: Mary-Anastasia Witherspoon)

On "pay-day", I'll square my debts, build U that house in Scotland, bring flowers, quit drinking! It's a no-brain-er. On Pay-day, we'll go sail the seven seas, write Poetry, perhaps shadowed, in the twilight of the Acropolis or cruise down Broadway (NYC) in a Yellow Cab-convertible, like Scot F. and Zelda; champagne toasts to the theatre crowds and ozone breeze? On Pay-day, YOU will wear that expensive "rig" you've been hankering after but "I" will dress DOWN and probably think of Jesus acting out  ALL of the above....on Pay-day?
Yesterday, tomorrow, today, on Pay-day, already done, or, all  too soon, we'll  take that walk on the Via Sacra, Winter or shine, with Nothing, yet say a warm "Hello!" to everyone, the people, we will meet.... on Pay-day.


c2016/Agusto/davedelacroix/sciacca-Sicily....

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"

(dedicato: Princess)

Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi de  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


c2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-Sicilia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"

(dedicato: Toby!)

Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi de  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


c2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-Sicilia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"


Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, am FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


c2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-Sicilia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mortadella, my Lovely?..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gastromo!." / "mortadella, my lovely?"

(dedicato: Toby!)

Montodella, my lovely? Gogonzaga, my sweet: insalata, proscuitto, sweet sister, with just a kiss of Brie? Chianti-vivante? Nero-Avola, my love? Trebiano-rosso, sweet Lady? A Barolo for a crown?
America! Sista? Shanghai-China, with love to spare? Rio-de-Janeiro, or a sublime "apres midi de  un faun" in Paris-France (where else?): These thoughts surround me when you are gone, not bosom close, FAMISHED and needing U?
Mortadello, my lovely?...


c2016/davedelacroix/sciacca-Sicilia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Any Lonesome Sunday..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Any Lonesome Sunday..."


Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky- fried - Brain, out of the Cold, inside the warmth of Love's rain? - to an atoll, a  lagoon, far from the taciturn sea?

Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky-fried-brain, where insidious ghosts have no refrain: Long shadows, old sins! - and "Yesterday", today or tomorrow; all my troubles NOW seem damn ambitious!

Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky-fried-brain, TODAY, or not too distant; yet YOU, still hand me a Rose, thus-knowing? -where a tear falls, perhaps a rose will grow?...


c2016/davedelacroix/August/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRI-AGE!" (Bandages)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Tri.age" (Bandages)


(dedicato: SIRIANA; bella-Sorella, Modica-Sicily)


!) ...After the FESTA:

After the Festa, Sciacca-city, Poets commit ed - not suicide!  - but WORDS, VERBS, too?
BARKEEPS counted profits; Bella-Donna's hung UP that dress and kicked off "dem spangled shoes"?
Monks and Priests (Machiavellian) FLAYED their Conscience - something to do? -  for Festa temptations? GIGGoloes, chiseled updated Love-Numbers on their rotting bedsteads; usual "Carnies" sorted through un-sold trinkets (made in China) and the Sciacca fishermen too, all told, made ease with their FEET: extrra Virgin Olivia Oil, the procession of the Virgin Mary, barefoot?
And now? The tourists, the multitudes, scattered to the Mistral, some, Sirocco? I, for one, fell down drunk on my piccolo casa stairway, 2 RAGAZZI fell in love, later to have kids, the Festa's last HUZZAHS? The "Trash-Troops" (god bless'em) grind ed through, through Medieval streets, shunting, wheezing, ejaculating, snorting?
After the Festa, 100 barefoot fisherman carrying a Madonna, and ALL of the above,  I slept FOREVER secure in my Soul... that Life would go on forever.

2)...Only

Only the Love that U crave, personified, will? Only the Kiss that U give, un-abashed, will ever tell the truth? And ONLY the teeming-torrent of Humanity, perhaps, just once, gives you the shadow, a shade of doubt? A sign excreted, there goes your electric Mind?... But then, there's always a joke?
-Get ya kicks on Route 66!
ONLY the Love, personified, Will...


3) "GROOVIN'"

Groovin, on a sunny afternoon!
REELIN!" -Couldn't wait for da Moon.
-this side of  Paradise;
When U whispered: "I love U."

Groovin', on a lazy weekend,
Friday late, till Saturday morning
under dat blood-red-grapefruit Moon;
when U whispered: "I love U."

GROOVIN', love  passed away and gone?
HUMMIN'! -That same ol' Song!
It's not the years gone by, but DAT DANG ECHO
in eternity when U whispered:
"I love you."

Groovin', on a sunny afternoon;
reelin', -hopin' to see U soon?
-this side of Paradise
when U whispered:
"I love U..."


c 2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-City-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "AD ASTRA & Song of Songs..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ad Astra and Song of Songs."


1) DID U?

Did U find your heart, did U find your Soul, did U get... to let go? Mio, too? Totally? -Ridiculous! -Your English Vagina! What OTHER European country would give it a price above Rubies!? . A "giggle", some intimate, debacle-spawning, good wholesome sweat? -Where the HELL did U go, to school, Rodean? Fest bed of Carpet-crawlers, knickers, upside-down and there-in lies the rub? And THERE did U find ya heart with some "Grown-Up" called Judith, Elspeth, Lesbos who delineate the "3-R's", re-rightin' rhythm and spikey condoms, only to be used "in house"?
DID U find your Heart? Did U find your Sweet Virginia Soul, designed by those Morons on the Q. E.2. payroll who simper - royal - languish whilst WE - the Cognoscenti - sharpen the guillotine; ad Astra...my sweet?

2) Song of Songs.

There once was a Spanish Lady and she loved an Englishman. COOL was her countenance, high was her degree; but, where now, that Spanish Lady: A song of songs...in an Armada of Love, gone, lost in sight... off a foreign shore, lost upon the sea?

The Englishman, so stout and brave, in the service of old Queen Bess fought hard and yet HE, along with Drake, Hawkins and other noble souls wished for Peace...and the Spanish Lady, in her lonely coastal "Castillo", prayed for her Love to be...

There once was a Spanish Lady and she loved and Englishman; sublime was her countenance; high was her degree? She once loved a noble English-Sailor-Captain, who now lies under the sea, and with faithful servants, she vowed to follow Love-s design and mystery and in a small bark, followed her love, followed her Hope... yet floundered on the high seas.

There once was a Spanish Lady and she loved an Englishman. Noble was her countenance and high was her degree; a minstrel sings: both in love and war: now enjoined under the sea...

3) Closely Watched Trains:

Closely watched trains, whilst the BANK goes South. Closely watched trains, whilst the "Good Ship Lollipop" sinks below the waves! Closely watched trains, whilst the COPS,  as the Cops WILL!, bust an obscure, carefully organized Techno RAVE!
There,s NO Justice in the World and ANY good deed, trust me, will not go unpunished! Still, the sun also rises. There-s a Supermarket in the sea. And as for FEELING "free", a "state of mind" to embrace, whilst inhibited, Prohibited, "Verboten", or otherwise TORTURED, kicked in the NUTS: U SURVIVE: Passion, after all, is everything!
Closely watched trains! Wanna shot of Schnapps! (A question)
NAH. I-d rather eat my Bratwurst!

4) A Room with a View...

A room with a view, she screamed, when she orgasm ed! So I took her at her WORD and threw open the Versailles styled window shutters...which, sorta kinda calmed her down so I jumped back on the springy mattress, singing, "Back in da Saddle again!"

Rhyme or reason, positive, negative or plus (Questions). Then we heard her husband banging and clawing at the Versailles styled, wafer thin (my) apartment door, so SHE slipped on some threads and with MY assistance, ascended to my local "piano terre", street alley, Vicolo La Manca! I, of course, could only be found, relaxing on my terrazzo, dressed in my Turkish dressing gown, smoking an Havana with absolutely NOTHING on my mind...

A room with a view; once again, I escaped with honor, my paramour, quite gone: Her caustic , significant OTHER, having, senza invitationi , smashed down my wafer thin, Versailles front door, scanning my humble abode, everything on show: "A glass of Vino, Fucker!" I suggest. The bird had flown.... Quizzical frowns were shared in dat room...with a view.

5) Claire de Lune.

On Mistral or Sirocco, like the wind, she whispers, Holy, past sanctified, and finds rapture in the Souls of the Good...who are Miss identified, fawn good, or just act pissed off.
Claire de Lune slept with U, but only once, to try to kill the devils of your soul; U, perhaps, gave her lee way but the Devil took up the strain which is WHY, come Spring, Summer and RAIN U look longingly at the Moon, now, too far away....



c 2016/davedelacroix/Antico Arco/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "East of Eden, Part 2: senza James Dean."

Our Man in  Europe/dave delacroix/ "East of Eden, senza James Dean!"


(dedicato: Paul Zachery Zermeno)


...U can take the Boy out of L.A. (Los Angeles)...but U CAN'T take the L.A. out of the Boy!
Love? Love affairs: "Livin' da Vita-Loca?" Or shake ya Money-maker! There's NEVER enough to shake-rattle-and roll; Italiano, Hispanic, Jewish-righteous on downtown, L.A., HOPE street?

U can take the boy outtta' L.A.; or, the San Fernando GIRL: Love is always IN sight, like a Malibu sunset or that Wedding gig that - pregnant - comes too soon, someplace, on Hollywood and Vine?
...An L.A. freeway-car chase ending in a crash, and later, celebrity Lawyers feasting, "pontificationi", that excludes "reasonable doubt" to rob the Bank of Santa Monica on Ventura Boulevard, which WASN'T robbed at all?

They were "in love". Technically, abandoned with Uncle Sergio's Sky-Blue Pontiac (which fitted some cop-description) on some freeway of love, don't'cha know?

U can take the Boy outta L.A. but U CAN'T - quite impossible! - take the L.A. out of  da Boy!

Witness the Tyre skid marks railin' cross the Hollywood Bowl freeway "Off-ramp"; Scars on the Soul!
SUNG, veiled in the L.A. smog, Technoed! And  RAPPED into eternity?

One year later Ramirez and Juanita are re-united at a Paraplegics hospital in Riverside (a district of L.A.).
"...Heard the D.A. dropped the frickin' charges?"
"Righteous, Baby-doll!"
"We could'a stopped and paid the speeding ticket on the 402?"
"YO!"
""Dacorde! (Agreed)"

U can take the Boy out of L.A....but U can't take the L.A. outta' da Boy, neither a San Fernando Valley Girl, dressed to the "Nines" and chewing Gum, humming: "No Sleep to Brooklyn"...or in wonder,  some place East of Eden.



c2016/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRE Bambini!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRE Bambini!"


1) Drink UP!

Drink UP and BE Somebody!
Drink up and BEE somebody!
Till the Reaper calls ya name;
but don't fear the Reaper!

Drink up and SCREAM your name
with your power and glory!
But don't expect Fame
this side of your mortal eclipse?

Drink UP and BE  Somebody
Drink UP -NO Palookaville!
Speak in tongues, ANY and ALL,
just ONE might be kosher?

Drink UP and BE, BE, BE some frick!
Drink UP and BEE some Dude/Dudetsta!
(Follow your BE-UP insight?)
But don't go fretting
when Jesus says: "Goodnight!"

2) The Cheshire Cat.

All da Strangers (dat U meet); First Love? -Now, he's a Corporate Lawyer. Husband? -That "dimple" who lies next to U in the King-sized bed; lost his crown? Angelo? Your part-time Lover? DANG if he didn't get part-time HIV? And the old college "Group", like that faded "group" photo on your dresser, equally faded into Time with all the blur, the "dismal": 2 DEAD, 1 Suicide! The rest on jovial pills which, a'la re-unions, usurp your sense of reality? Er...leaving U where? A Stranger on a Strange "Terra-firma". Dang if the looking glass ain't looking at YOU, Alice; seeing only a clean toilet bowl, a dependable Mercedes-Benz, a dozen Credit Cards, all the Strangers yet to come, superficial "meet & greets"...and then, somehow, some way, on your face... the Cheshire Cat?

3) The Price of Pussy.

1 Gal and 20 Guys in a Fisherman's bar: The price of Pussy.
2 Execs, plus pretty secretary in the airport Skyline lounge?
The price of Pussy
3 Wall Street guys; their new Lady boss? -YO!
The price of Pussy.
TWO KIDS, naked, in the Garden of Eden, and it ain't no trick!
The price of Dick!

Is their a moral; the price of Dick? The price of Pussy?
Yet everyone yearns and PAYS the price; Miss Pussy
and that sad, sad, lame Dick?

DO U GO!
DID U WENT?
Can u even pay her rent?  Pussy feasible?

1 Gal and 20 Guys in a Fisherman's bar, laughing, joking,
quite at ease: GO, join 'em! - Talkin' bout da one that "got away"!...:)



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sketch: Outta Sciacca-Sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Unfinished Sketch: Outta Sciacca-Sicily."


...I dunno? It's just da NOISE? People frustrated? 40 degree Africano heat? Vespas-choking? -U, Me, the refrigerator? -Count Bassie? -The Postman always rings TWICE?

Laundry lists. Shopping lists? Get Bottled water, high brand; get Symphony, get a 4 part, like the Seasons: Vivaldi? And get this LOVE thing down and put it to the test; gravediggers say: "I dunno?"

But when U "come" the World, involving Spices - U betcha! - fall from our Sky; soft whispers begin, bottomless, a Heart, as the sun also rises?

I dunno just where we go; all we're left with is that familiar Vespa noise and letting love's hand's palm drift away?


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily...

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "The Divorcee."

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

(dedicato: Clay Cabe)

"The Divorcee."

(SUNG to Willy Nelson song: "U were always on my mind)


...Take your Walnuts from the wardrobe;
take da Kids, if U insist?
Don't go TOURIST, U won't like it;
Paris-France ain't Tennessee?

Wish me WELL, I've gone to China!
Seeming like the place to be?
All the Kids are sooo exotic,
so stick dat Cell-phone up your Ass!

Kids are grown and College paid for;
they'll be stupid just like U?
And tell Thelma-Lou at the Salon
I won't be needing her again?

But don't U go TOURIST, Venice-Italy!
It SURE ain't Arkansas?
And if I were U, don't believe me:
stick that Cell-phone up your Ass!...:)



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Day at the Beach."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Day at the Beach."


Great expectations, tits galore! Brewskies, dope and enough rope (to hang y'self) in a world of Sharks; maybe swim out LOUD, ya meet Amy Winehouse, decomposed then, clenched-saw tooth, no running to Mommy that day at the beach with its blood-red sunset bite?
The day at the beach starts out SQUEAKY like that last fuzzy Facebook photo "with friends" TOOK by "friends" and with enough passion to wrench Passion from that Squallus which is presently tearing U limb from limb...with a shark-like GRIN?
Hear us O Lord in heaven thy dwelling place, we mortal sinners all? Did U ever think about a Nicotine patch? Shaving, maybe? Could U in fact just be like Elvis in the twinkle of an eye, a grain of sand, like a day at the beach, in the palm of your hand?


c2016,july,davedelacroix,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "NAKED LUNCH."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Naked Lunch."



In JANE AUSTEN's time (1800's) there WAS no lunch. 18th. Century gentry chowed down Breakfast around 10 in the morning or whenever their "coiffure" was presentable, till dinner, sometime around eight in the evening.

Today's Minions on (NYC) Wall Street FEAR IT! -Lunch is for "wimps" and a sign of weakness which is why Candy Bar manufacturers are always a good investment: I recommend SNEAKERS.

Artists? THEY "brunch" eternal, or whatever they can get their hands on! -I DO!

Scientists never eat which is why the advancement of Mankind is in the sewer.

Lunch-advised, is the most serious swill-fest of the day but afternoon/digest coma-naps defeat the
object of maximum-food-nutrition generated activity!

MOVIE-FOLKS "attend" Lunch, scarcely digest anything except Pills/Cocaine, forever under threat, except to acknowledge to their Broadway/Hollywood superiors, if they "fuck up/go public: they'll never eat lunch in this town again!"

Politicians, on the other hand are complete "Trenchermen/Trencher women", and are the  first to gather at any available Trough and gobble down anything offered: It's not their dime!

Killers, murderers, rapists quite abstain. More severe Cardinal Sins preoccupy their dead constitutions.

Tyrants; Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin, Cesare Borgia oddly tend to be Luncheon-frugal.... Luncheon guests? -BEWARE!

So! Who are U?...


c2016/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Indigo."

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


1) "Calamari for 2"

Calamari for Two, with U, Miss Palermo? Calamari for 2, with U, mi amorata? Calamari for 2, entwined in Love's tentacles; a JET stream: "con Vino"?

2) "Friends"

Friends? Who'll kill each other for a million dollars? "Friends" who'll shoot their best buddy for an L.A. "belle du jour"? Friends, who'll DE-fraud, any which way but lose, for a portfolio that, at best, suggests, a well deserved, god honest to googly,  Saturday night? Friends who slug through the MUD, the mire, live and DIE in jungles, deserts, mountains, never mind the Badge of Friendship that sometime shone so fine? Machete-City, division-WHOA!  Yet Friends in the Harbour, prepared for the sea, somehow, KNOW how,, Friendship's gonna be...when the ship of Love goes down.


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Girl on a Vespa!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Girl on a Vespa!"

Girl on a Vespa, she rides and she rides!
Girl on a Vespa, she rides on to the other side
no doubt, no SHOUT,
though her Grandma warned:

U may have to dopt an indecent posture?


Girl on a Vespa, cool mornings, pommerigio,
Aluminum, Bubble Capella, legs akimbo
(where does she go?) -whistling:
"Quando amore?"

Girl on a Vespa, riding pillion, hugging Luigi,
her Man, , writing da Book:
U see it in her RayBan's, on her way
to Buona Fortuna Strada!

Girl on a Vespa, she rides and she rides,
she glides passed the City's backsides,
no Doubt, no shout! -on her way home to me?
Girl on a Vespa: please ride on home to me...?

Girls on Vespas, day and night? Torino,
Milano, Roma, Palermo:
Where do they all go?...


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sumptin' dun gon alright!" (Tutte bene!)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sumptin' dun gon alright!" (Tutte Bene!)

(dedicato: Victims of TERRORISM!)


...When I hear Maria Callas sing or Tom Waits writes a Song, when I watch Nureyev dance or when I see U smile; I know "somethings done gone alright!"

...When I see some fashion-ista kids trying to clean up a polluted beach or when I hear about some Punk-kid Lawyer making a LEAP for Civil Rights and when I see (Sicily) Sciacca's fishing fleet come home safe and sound, I will know it in your smile?

...When friends pass on, when kids are born and when TOLERANCE for humanities diversity, heralds, like wisdom's horn? When ALL the above, integrated, entwine, to clap, to cheer and sing: a "festa!" I'll know "sumptin' dun gon' alright!" YO! Sumptin' dun gon' alright..."


c2016/July. davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Il Bambinos della Notte."/Children of the Night....?

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Bambinos della Notte." -in 3 parts!


1)

 PUT DAT PISTOL down, Gal
U put dat pistol down!
U pistol-packin' Mama!
Put dat weapon down!

(No kiddin'!) Put dat pistol DOWN, Gal!
Put dat sucker down!
(talkin' bout Wittgenstein!)
Put that fricker DOWN!

Yo Put dat pistol down, Babe!
Put dat pistol down!
WE's talkin' bout "Syncronicity!?"
Put that HOWITZER down!

Put dat pistol DOWN, Ma!
Don't U join the fun!
She's over-16, ya-know-whad-y-mean?
So put dat CRUISE MISSILE down!

Put dat pistol down, Gal,
Yo put it on the ground;
let's all clap hands
and jest BE friends,
jest put that MAGNUM down!....

2)

"KID-YAK!!!"

"Wanna play!?
Wha?
WHANNA play, BOY?
(Kick in nuts)
WOOF!!!
HE don't wanna PLAY!
Sez WHO!?
POOF!
Ha-Ha!
(Squeezes premature tits)
Ooooch!
TOLD YA!
WE gonna PLAY?
...Guess - gasp! -so?
YOU wanna play, too?
Guess - Eeeek! - so?
....So lets WALK!

(The crew skip off in harmony.)


3) "Bambinos della Notte."


DAT AINT no siren
dat's a KID
cryin OUT for JOY? In PAIN? or screaming for the ressurection?

Hear the BEATING young Afro-ZIMBO gets, Saturday night, on that Piacenza balcony; no-one below at the Bar, stirs?

DAT AINT NO SIREN when MARIA CALLAS sings, segreti- mani-unfriendly-hands; the ghost WITHIN the ghost, along with Afro-Zimbo, both screamin' out for their OWN Saturday Nite?

WHO adopts young Zimbo? Who adopts MARIA Callas...? aND ALL things being EQUAL?
 Who adopts YOU or me, or the Ghost within the Ghost, or Jesu Christo, splayed on a cross: like
these bambinos della notte..?


c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO Esq./Sciacca-Sicily.

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

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


OK. I can't keep a secret. (S'posed to be MUMM-don't frickin care); part of my new new deal with being a TALK SHOW HOST on a detectice show thingy, based in Honolulu (Hawaii) was to go on a fact finding tour of said Pacific islands... There must have been a recent Tsunami 'cause the  place looked a wreck.. At the airport, instead of Hula Girls handing out floral garlands, we were crowned with plastic toilet seats. Fellow passengers were non-plussed, being Hollywood freebie-parasites, they took it in their stride till the tropically tee-shirt/over-weight Dan-Ho advised us that our first stop involved a relaxing hour at an exclusive club called "The Toilet Bowl.", then the anxiety thermometer thingy went to 6.9 on the Richter scale? Still; HollyWEEDS are usually good trampers: The Club (Toilet thingy) soon calmed our nerves.. HULA gals, Ukulele-Cheeseburger sized local Gabauchoes, Salsa, Cuba-libres, Hawaiian High-Life's, pineapple-thingies, (All free.)  Morgamous tits and Spam! Yet, alas,  I do NOT know who - out of the Detective Hollywood crowd, along for the ride and trying to steal my talk show job  DITCHED their Garland Toilet Seat first: Miss Marple, Sheer-luck Holmes, or Achilles Pwat! But SOME party Popper smashed his or her plastic toilet seat, and so ensued - "Tiny frickin' bubbles! - a Greek Wedding!
"Aloha!" and, "Aloha-Hollywood!"...:)


c2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/now returned to Sciacca Sicily.

Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "After the Earthquake..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "After the Earthquake..."


...After the earthquake, here in Sicily nobody gave a shrug. Traffic insults were yet intensified, Vespas wailed, knoxious, smart cars zipped at every opportunity and Sedans continued to navigate impossible turns on antique streets and crumbling alley ways with apparent ease? The STOCK MARKET may have took a "Muslim Dive" but hemlines stayed firm; one off shoulder tee-shirt, now two? Old bastards like MYSELF were looking for the left Tit expose, but upholstered blouses stayed firm. And like the Earthquake? Sadly:  It was a bust.

...After the Earthquake, here in Sicily, nothing changed. Culture simply excellerated...and to what end?


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Ceciala!!!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DA BIZNESS!"

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


"....I got da business...with da Guiness, most every nite? If U wanna TALK to me, set your pocket book quite free, and do da business with the Guiness, with me?

Tell me your troubles, but don't go too deep, or loud and clear? Maybe later I'll advise U, then - oddly? - U'll have no fear?

There's NO business like the Guiness, your "troubles" ought to know? So drink the business, with da Guiness, and let everything go.


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "NO Country for Young Men."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No Country for Young Men."

(dedicato: Dave Adamson)

"DIS ain't no Country for Young Men? Who piss Guinness on Dublin's diamond streets and smile?
DIS ain't no Country for da YAHOOS, the Banjo-Blues, the Black and Tans, on a violin, Saturday night: MA -in hospital?
This ain't no BEULAH, no Rock & Roll move ya, no "Can't git up to GO!?" -cept to walk to the farm, pony-up, and let the Gallic wind blow?
...In a land of Poets, from Dublin town, cross County Clare's Atlantic shores: This ain't no Country for the young man.
And sweet Kathleen?... I believe she moved to London....?


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ECCO-BRAVO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ecco-Bravo!"


(dedicato: Reese Mulligan, New York City Poet.)


Ecco-Bravo, this time, ecco-bravo, with wine, just when U think it's over - ecco-bravo - sunrise?

Ecco-bravo; your kiss? Your Cassava? Ecco-bravo?

Ecco-bravo, there goes Jesus, ecco-bravo, with Judas, ecco-bravo, no Justice in Paradisio or THIS world for You and YOU?

Ecco-bravo; it's Sunday: Ecco-Sunday. Ecco Sunday, please leave me alone: MARIA CALLAS sings solo!
Ecco-Bravo! Ecco-Bravo! ...this time.



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily; a Peer of the Realm.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Saturday-Sunday Morning," (Revisited)

Our Man
in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Saturday Night-Sunday Morning," (Revisited)


INTO DA KERNAL
the Sperm
the Flax
the Flux
the Fuck
that bequeathes
U!?

Into the bucket
the pit
the FIX
the double
triple-helix-six
where Senor Diablo
swarms, with favor?

Into da EYE
of a glance
of a wick
to melt, like WAX
in your candles glow?

Into da kernal
the sperm
the flax
the flux,
DA FUCK
that bequeathes U?

And CAUGHT
like a fish in a net
U arrive.?



c2016/davedelacroix/A Sciacca Poet.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"These Foolish things."

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/"These foolish things."


These foolish things, the things dat we embrace,  meet, greet, see, do yin/yang before our eyes! U would wish for "disguise" -  but not a hope! - 12 Bore Shotgun pellets RIDDLE, then some. Swiss Cheese!? And there's that? The oblique? And who's to tell the tale of these foolish things? The Supermarket Check-out boy?


Gotta QUESTION, babe? Me too. Several: For whom the bell tolls if not for thee? -that (dat) comes up a lot? That dream, inherent, of futility which festers   in ALL our blighted Souls, usually, on the cusp of a Saturday night, just exacly when the Inter-Net goes Off-line?


These foolish things which we both seek, illusive, contracted, eventually-divisive, catch-a-fire where we least expect and I DO expect U to disagree?

AGNES MOOREHEAD in the Movie: "CITIZEN KANE" says everything: "I only HAVE 28 dollars! I ONLY have 28 dollars!!!"

Alas: These foolish things, like the "Magnificent Ambersons",  belong to U and Me....  


c2016/davedelacroix/Excelsior Palazzo Hotel, Palermo, Sicilia.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Our Man in Europe,dave delacroix, AMERICAN SELFISH...

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Amercian Selfish...

*song for a Siren.

DID we tell U bout Hawaii, kicked dat Queen bitch out of Honoloulou. Hawaii FIVE OH, Jack Lord got the Office, made a TV series, killer theme tune...
DID we tell U bout da Virgin Islands, once belonged to Denmark, thru world war two...took em under a protection...
Did we tell U bout AlaSKA, BOUGHT IT FAIR AND SQUARE FROM THE rUSSKIES, iNUIT, eSKIMOES WERE NOT INVOLVED IN THESE NEGOTIATIONS, LIKEWISE, lOUISIANA, A k/mART sPECIAL OR Tejas? Texas which we robbed from Spannish America as we forgot to mention Manhattan, some beads for Stuyvesant and a kosher land deal true... and da beat goes on, to CUBA but the deal went South like a sore in the mouth that festers, still stealing Quantanamo bay....lately to work on the USS England, France, Italy and Spain...what happens in Pakistan, Afghanistan is any tax payers guress, but did we tell ya...


c2016,davedelacroix,lord borgo,palermo,sicily

Our Man in europe,dave the rave delacroix, ...broken ....couldnt find da waiter.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...BROKEN....couldn't find da waiter.


broken things
broken lives
broken hearts,
all we know.

broken sink
broken song
broken wing,
and so it goes

broken love
broken home
broken life,
in a fast train

broken TUNE
broken muse,
a Mummery
where love speaks
of me and U.


*Hidden tracks>(


1 / LAST TRAIN TO YUMA


...We DO NT get up till da crack of Noon, leave da CASA till TWO /markets closed, pranzo, siesta...we CRUISE the sun baked strada like Fellini, in embryo, staccato/suggestive!
Around Happy/hour, we-re back in bed; la dolce vita, but ARISE twix seven and nine, ERGO, missing da Cocktail yak and Amateur Night to boot!
Maybe at 3 in da morning we WALK the Moonlight Mile and gaze at the sea, unfolding yet more alternatives, later, to WORK, to WRITE, the Last Train to Yuma...in History.

We dont get up , arise, shuffle/muffle...till da crack of noon.



2, PUSSY!

Here, da Pussy!
DAR da Pussy!
Ecco Il Pussee
ALL nite!

Here, is Lonely!
One too many!
Mamma mia to nite

ECCO il pussy
DAR da Pussy
Voici LE PUSSEE
dans le nuit

Je suis, Delacroix
vous allons a
metrodome,O SOLE MIO
Parigi!
Dont U leave me alone!

\Here da Pussy
Ecco il Pussy
Voici, ragazzi
just find,

Zoot Allors,
ecco, ecco,
let me know what U find.



c 2016, davedelacroix,lord borgo,scicca, sicily.

oUR mAN IN europe/dave delacroix/ tango...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Tango...


Tango, WHEN U TANGO
twist
when u swish
kiss
swirl into
clack, click, clack
into another world...

Tango! and bend
do u tango
and swish
kiss
then advance
quick step
to a beginning

tango dress,
silk, satin
smooth, striped
pantalone
becoming
the dancing fool,

HOOP LA!
and quick step
switch,
swish all your dreams,
swirl
in da moment
of fandango
and the Dip!



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca/sicily, days of June...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Under a Crescent Moon."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Under a Crescent Moon."


(dedicato: Reese Mulligan)


When U TRY to catch a Song that U once loved?
KILL: XYZ!...
Too bad for dem Strangers in da nite?
Wrong "Cool"/wrong dress/right smile/wrong song?

When U (in situ) try to catch a song?
Kill dee XYZ:
Too bad for dem Strangers in da nite?
Ever been one? XYZ? You?...

When U miss the bus, taxi shows up late,
limousine ran out of cocaine;
"X" says "Hi!"
"Y"says "No!"
"Z" says "Pay up! Or frick off and die young!"
 -Too bad for dem Strangers in da nite?

When U TRY to catch a song that U once loved?
KILL XYZ (think bout it!)
In Montmartre.
In Tuscon, Arizon.
San Fernando Valley, L.A.
110'th Street, New York City;

And so backtrack on dat XYZ and TOO bad...
for dem Strangers
in da nite...trying to get from under
a crescent moon?...




c 2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/portopalo-sicily./Who da hell writes diss stuff!!!?...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly."


The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, and (the) mostly Evil find their way here? Sometimes - it happens! -  a "Stray", happen-stance? - to a cellar in HELL?. And Hell hath no fury like a woman-scorned: And for One and All...she spreads her legs.

The Good, the Bad, the Ugly "waddle" forth; roughage for the lean Evil who sit beside you on the bus, the train, the stretch limousine; did U ever kiss anyone like that? Funny taste? No! Don't answer! Make haste!

The Good, Bad, the arrogant Ugly, snuggled in your spiritual bed, touching toes? Does anyone KNOW a friend from a stranger, before, now, or years later... and if so, live to tell an incredible tale?



c2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/modica-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "All 'bout EVE!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "All 'bout EVE!"

(dedicato: Carol Maria Aniello)


1) All about Eve:

The trouble with Paradise? NUTS to do. Adam to Eve: "Wanna'nother Coconut?"
"A Campari would be nice?"
"ALL OUT, doll. But dem sweet potatoes rollin' in mah hand-made "Still" should be good by next month; Vodka Rules!?"
"No GIN Martini, Hon?"
"Don't hold ya breath?"
"No Pernod?"
"Squeeze ya knees, doll!"
"How 'bout fresh Orange juice with additives?"
"Hang on. Let me take a piss; U know how it IS -the trouble in Paradise?"
"Ahah!" -sez Eve: "And how is it U muscular burning beef-cake - son of a gun - burning love, with a Degree in THEOSOPHY? How is it SO U NO LO SO?"
"How's What?"
"HOW is WE?"
Adam: (let me think...)
"It's ALL 'bout EVE!"


2) "This time last Summer."

U were drunk, pissed off, committing Romantic suicide on Sampera beach like a SWAN with 3rd degree burns; and I didn't know what to do?
Some lunar eclipse turned out the afternoon lights; everything went mauve or emerald GREEN, but YOU, you Orange-Red like a Blood-fruit?
Minutes later I took off my cheap sunglasses, wiped my eyes and everything returned to Mediterranean blue.
A premonition?... The following Summer, U swam out too far where a great white Shark gorged on your irreplaceable Intellect...


3) Song.

When I see YOU only?
When I see U lonely?
When I see U Comely?
I belong to U.


When I see U distraught?
Or wronged
and down in deep thought?
When I see what's NOT
but OUGHT, for U?
I belong to U.

When I see U Succeed?
When I see U Exceed?
Yet when I see U fail?
And when I see U fail?

-I belong to U.

...And when I see U Only?
When I see U lonely?
When I see you glow?
I belong to U...




c2016/june/Modica/caffe della poste/Sicily.