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?"




c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sicily.

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.)



c2016,davedelacroix/lord borgo esq.

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?....:)



c2016/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Syracusa-Sicily.



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:)



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sicilia

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.