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.
c 2016/dave delacroix/ sciacca-sicily
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..
c davedelacroix 2016, sciacca-sicili
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
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.
c 2016/dave delacroix/ sciacca-sicily
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..
c davedelacroix 2016, sciacca-sicili
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
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