Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WHOO DAT DOG in da WINDAH!?"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WHO DAT DOG in da WINDAH!?"



Who that Dog in the window? Breathing with his tongue? NO-WOOF!, just, almost, glassy eyed? Lookin' down on Hampstead heath, London, the Bois de Boulogne, Paris, Central Park, NYC, under the silhouette of Mount Fugi, Japan; places like that?
WHO DAT DOG U got rid of, had it put DOWN, yet still - in your mind - WAILS in the/Your  morning? That Dog - English, French, German - waggin' his tail; Yet a Hound can sing  and a lonesome tune? And twist in an' turning in his OWN gyro-despair; a bile for human Metal or Sheffield Steel, which NOW-MAGIC, circles into UN-industry? And foreign affairs.  A devotion to PATHOS!?....  Must Brave Boys and Gentle Girls: unloaded; PEARLS, but some think, of no consequence? Must MILLIONS DIE; but NOT again...for the VEAL of GREED or Psycho-POWER!?
WHO will historically, finance  WAR? Again, and again, and again.? And as ALWAYS:
WHO's that Dog in the Window?
"WOOF-WOOF!"...Lookin' like  U; but NOT a dog?... Perhaps an old friend? But A WOLF!
(Who dat dog in da Windah?)...



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Esq., Sciacca, Sicily.

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

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


(dedicato: Marc Pierson)


U  ARE the only LIZARD left in town. WHIPLASH! Your Ideas, pissin' people OFF or, DEF-SENSA-ROUND? -Do THEY  wanna HEAR...when U whimper? And it's always tough, no Central Heating in Winter, Air Conditioning in Summer? WHO, if YOU cried out, could convey INTELLIGENCE or a YIN and WHASSIT? The Bellas spread their Im-Minnuty and the Bravos, their Thorn?  (No Foreskin!) Who can deny natures fear, thrust, a dagger, blood, and curdle, blood of In-secti-Moscido? (New techno-verbage)
U ARE the only Lizard  that I know who drinks coffee in my house and leaves a tip before leaving and as we both know, my coffee sucks.


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca/Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "....Ma'h HEART!"

Our Man in Europe/dAVE DELACROIX/ "...mA' HEART!" (Canzone)


(dedicato: CMA)


"Come kiss Mah' Heart
don't say, it's un-true?
Don't worry 'bout Me
and don't be Blue?

I'm No good
this side of Town;
hopin' my heart
won't let U down?

I went to New York,
L.A. town?
I went to San Francisco,
Upstate and down?

But MOST of all
I went for U;
Come kiss mah heart
an' say our World is True;
come kiss mah heart?
An' say it's true?...:)



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The FUNKERS!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Funkers1"



LIARS, fools and Funkers, on this Carnivale evening, all selling/promising DOOM unless U believe their YELL, Story or Creed, under-lined with a Subscription to their Tailor, the Devil, the one who dresses Argument with MORE Greed?... I've  seen it before.  A Shit Constancy! I will see it  too, U too,  along the Road: Fashion's HELL, and there/its decay? Left or Right, turn:  Booga-woogie! Only Mortals go to Hell? And only HELL goes to Mortals!
Ask any Angel?

LIARS, Tyrants & FUNKERS, with swords made of Charcoal; remnants of their SAD upbringing, a Pissed-Off Life, now YOURS to share?...in a Skeletal Constitution  of a brand new here and now?
A tragic-Comedy, a Tomorrow, played out upon the brows of the Ignorant and Needy?
Ask any Angel?  A Facebook  "Selfie!?", Yet WHO, or what within U...creates or invites  the Usurper?

HEAR US O' LORD, in Heaven thy dwelling place? The LOST, the NEW-found, UN-found, or My Soul or Yours? -to  tumble into some Funker's living death, Black Poetry, UN-decayed, but Dead - and to attract future Neophytes? - and/ or , with Time and  lack of perseverance: Only to find...the Angels are Silent? And the Funkers rule?



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca,Sicily,Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Day of Acheivement!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Day of Achievement."


(Happy Birthday: Los Angeleno: Dayton Emerson!)



BAH! Hungover!  I felt like/looked like a King Charles 2nd Spaniel without a Nose! (As WE speak or AS we spoke?... U gettin' this?)  I'm MOLTO superstitious, except on Wednesday? Today was Sunday. Now, it's Monday. It's CARNIVALE here where I live in Sicily, Sciacca-town. The folks HOOKA-WHOOPA, past Friday, the next days, 24 hours, kiss U -AVE MARIA: It "Va-bene!" It's OK. And it's WOODSTOCK, Bambino City! The folks put a BIG effort into dressing up their Kids: Costumes, indulgence, etc. Nothing too much? Which may BE the Cultural roots of Fascism? I've noticed it in Germany, too. "Da Kinder!" Perhaps an embroiled fascination with an  Inter no-Imbroglio-Embryonic dynamic, a SPAWN, combined with hard times? "Buddy? Can U spare me a dime? Self indulgent: Buddy I'm gonna step on your Nuts!?... A Child's dynamic...and a Child's, unfettered Legacy: IL DUCE? And the forthcoming Weekend: ENCORE! Saint WHO-EVER's Gig, No problemo! I'm a DEVOUT Festival Dude.
My FIRST big Gig was at the WINDSOR POP FESTIVAL, 1974, 24,000 people...and they ALL said: "GET A REAL JOB!?",
which I did. I was a Kid. But nobody loved me THAT much: ergo. I didn't become - despite my forays into  HOLLYWOOD, I didn't become a Fascist?
BAh! hANGOVER!...All day long. Will U smile and sing my song? (Everly Brothers?). So!!! Day of achievement!   I did the Laundry. Cleaned Bathroom. Made Bed. Sprayed entire Apartment with "Floral" air freshener (the whole place stinks like a Maverick Cocaine party?) and dug out my pointed, $300 Roman leather shoes? Breathed hard on them until they shined?
OK. Cut a long story SHORT. Showered and Suited-UP: Tuxedo e'lan? Organized a fresh Salmon Paprika veggie supper. Chopped a bunch o' stuff, all in a Gastronomic of Love porpour-ie, in my piccolini Cucina: had a Cocktail, splashed some ORSON Whisky on my chops - Aftershave? - let my fingers distill a Chord on my Acoustic Guitar, wallet, keys in my pockets, writing material and a biro pen, then ventured out,  based... on a day of achievement , OUTSIDE, on Renaissance Sicilian , Sciacca, Carnivale streets, expecting Nothing.



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in EUROPE, dave delacroix, "RADIATOR!"

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


(Singin:)

I GOT MY MY RADIATOR GOIN'
FULL BLAST!
D'ONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE COST:
FULL BLAST!
U WANNA SEE ME?
U WANNA TALK TO ME?
FULL BLAST!

A'MAH NOT SO HAPPY
BOUT ME!?
A'MAH NOT SO HAPPY
BOUT YOU!
I GOT MY RADIATOR BURNING,
FROM ME TO U!

DID U EVER GO TO MEMPHIS
OR TORINO TOWN?
DID U EVER GO TOULOUSE
OR LONDON TOWN?
AND DA KIDS IN LOS ANGELES
GOT A FROWN?

I GOT MY RADIATOR WORKIN'
FOR ME AND U;
MY RADIATOR WORKING
TO KILL DA BLUES!
MAH RADIATOR WORKING:
IMMIGRANT BLUES!!!!!!

I GOT MY RADIATOR GOIN'
FULL BLAST!
GOT MY RADIATOR WORKIN'
FULL BLAST!
U WANNA TALK TO DAVE?
FULL BLAST!!!!




c 2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, "eVERMORE"

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


(Sung, to an ol' Evervly Brothers, ol' 50's Song:)


... No LOCK upon my door, just love, for evermore, for a King & Queen; don't worry 'bout da Money? Some Folks, dead and gone?  The Living? The Money? The Living, alive,  think it's funny?
No LAW, but POETRY? And now, forever more?

OK. Los Angeles. Santa Monica. in LOS ANGELES: I was tryin' to get to SOUTH CENTRAL, the  "Greyhound " Bus Station. "Gang-busta" Central. If U can't RAP,  Hip-Hop, the "Hommies", dem NEGROES, will cut off ya FORESKIN even if U are  NOT JEWISH...which is WHY that Transport Area/HUB is STILL not... "Israeli Occupied Territory"! (Palestinians take note?)

And, when U think about it; why should it be? (Desire Control?).  Did Moses bless Pacific Palisades?  (He was very BIG in BIRMINGHAM, England?- Local Rabbis tell me so?) Manchester, England? Oslo, Norway? Toulouse, South of France? And just where DID Jesus WALK!?...Blackpool?)... ISRAEL or BRIGHTON BEACH, New York?... (Gotta figure?)  It's JUST a piece of dirt/beach front property? A kernal of HOPE, unlikely to USURP the Cultural Hate of.....Glasgow, Scotland or Sciacca, Sicily, white boy, black boy, Catholic, Muslim, Bhudist or Protestant,  in a Matchbox, all the way to or from RUSSIA or CHINA? Mostly, from inside U?

HELP me OUT here, People: Execute the Kings & Queens. Hang the LAWYERS, BURN the PRIESTS....  Or Maroon them on an Island where they can collectively debate Divinity Then await, YOUR Humanities substitute. U will STILL need VIM and Gunpowder till the Day is long...(singin':)

No lock upon my door, just Love, for evermore, for love, for love; don't worry 'bout our lives? Some People, dead and gone, and Brave: the living, the money, the living ALIVE, think it's Funny? No LAW, but Poetry? STAND UP!  And, now, for ever more. And now...for evermore, entwines.



c2017,davedelacroix,lord borgo,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Cafe Lunghi."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Cafe Lunghi!"

....CAFE AU LAIT, that Facebook, that UTTERANCE Mile, U walk into PLACES; angels, fear to Dread: DIbjab, Photo-Scoop, Fear, RAPE, that Inter-net: a Psycho-scape?... Take off your Condoms! TAKE OFF YOUR tESTICAL wONDER-BRA! -"finger" your intrinsic INTELLECT, find out who U are? uN cAFE AU LAITE, Carnivale Day: A Festa, a Pantomine, that taKES OVER YOUR rOOM?...Cafe lunghi, again?


C2017,DAVEDELACROIX/lord borgo/SCIACCA,SICILY...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Santa Lucia!"

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Santa Lucia...."



Quando Amore? When will I love U: Russia, America; CHINA: Quando Amore? Friends of Allah; can U INTEGRATE, in mia Campagne? .CAN U INTEGRATE!!!?.. My sons and my daughters give U every respect but U cannot arrive in my Country...and expect Me to CHANGE? THIS is MY Land. My Country. RESPECT MY PEOPLE: or go back home. Freedom here!? We FOUGHT, , our people died for OUR DEMOCRACY. Go back Home: Fight for YOURS!...! Don' be a COWARD. Fight for your Land! KILL your Native Tyrants and be FREE!...in your Land? It's Your Land!?
Quando Amore. We are ALL refugees in Time's History; we grow Olives, Grapes, and the food that we need? Can we put it "in a Box" and say, harmony? Can we be sublime, thinking, as in ROMAN times, a PAX ROMANGNA, my Son will someday, marry your Girl? Will U let your daughter be FREE?
Quando, "Tempest fugit", perhaps, I'm deceased, or under a foliage of tranquility when Old Men don't Preach to their own kind, but to Travellers, new, looking for the wonders of the World?

Santa Lucia? An old song. I - back in the 1970's, hitch-hiking through TORINO - had the Honour of sharing Vino with the Auto Workers/Friday Night: by the Fiat Company..... "Santa Lucia."  On a hot, July night, Un-forgetable: those "Working MEN?", SANTA LUCIA, 300 voices, two elected Tenors: the BEST Choir I ever heard....

Quando Amore?  Santa Lucia? This sad, sad ol' World?


c2017,davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca-Sicily
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oUR mANN IN eUROPE/DAVE DELACROIX, "EXCALIBUR!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix, "EXCALIBUR!"


DON'T wanna SING, a song of U....Yet, galoshes: fallen', what can I do? A Song of Princesses, Kings and Queens? Don't wanna SAY all Lust, or Kids, never strayed to count the Cost; whilst business, reality, fades into a Dream?
Wanna sing of Eternal Love, Minstrels, Poets, and where are your Past loves; And the Lady in the Lake, who smiled, serpentine?  A mirror, a mirror, of your felicity?
Wanna SING those Saxon tales, Viking Rovers;  U take the Dane LAW? U take the Dane GOLD?
WANNA KISS, ALL u MISS, holes in destiny, tooth and nail in the Coffin of your fate? (Some prick will dig U up later?) ...And sing your AMERICAN, Anglo-Saxon song?
Wanna SING of War-fare, blood, gore, a spread eagle, an Eternal, or shame of battle, EXCALIBUR, whilst my sword lies now: in a distant, watery grave: an ATTIDUDE, ever poignant,   like an unforgiving mist.


O Sing of me' Brothers!  We  live and we fight...till the Day is Won!.....:)


c.2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacc-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mostly Dead."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mostly Dead."


Mostly dead people. Mostly dead loves, passions, fashions, clothes, now rags, girls shoes in a landfill, their owners hearts, imprisoned in an Old Folks Home in Kansas State, faraway from Los Angeles where they "Butterflied", or N.Y.C. where, and when  they painted their tits on canvas for Andy Warhol or Salvador Dali and wouldn't suck YOUR dick for ALL the whisky in Ireland?... And here they sit? Little ol' Ladies: Yesterday's Groupies! The one's U couldn't LAY; came, originally, from a small USA town, now rebound, seething, thru their mascara and expensive dentures: gleaning, twinkled, with EYES that sing of CBGB's, Max's Kanasas City, Cafe WHA?, and UP-town from dancing with Charlie Parker, Kid Coltraine, FURRRRlLONIUS Monk, a Negro Jesuit.  Twinkle, twinkle, ebony and Ivory notes, still resounding... "Yellow Mongoose!", now,  in the Old Folks Home?

I was hitch-hiking, with my guitar, thru low south East Kansas, just out of Springfield, Missouri. Regardless. The Owner of this Old folks Settlement gave me a ride in his Pontiac and  a place to "crash". I met the Senior Nurses/cum Doctors who had to administer to these latter day "belle de jours" (some physio-therapy horror stories!), saluted THEM, but still Saluted  the 80 or so ol'Gals who ONCE ruled Society's  fair, these Ladies,  a PANORAMA, wigs, pastiche,  of a bygone Age? .... And the Papparazzi? Not there. The Papparazzi, nowhere in sight... And "I",  a Kid, passing "thru" with a Guitar, a song, to throng, to resonate their past majestic delight? So just WHO, in the blink of an eye, carves yesterdays'-tomorrow, or can spread-eagle an infinity - span TIME! -  for those we should love?-their Egyptian eyes, still yearning, nevertheless, targeted my SOUL.



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca/Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "BOOG-A-LOO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "BOOG-A-LOO!"


I got problems with RUSSIA, I got friends there!
I say: "BOOG-A-LOO!"
Friends in SHANGHAI, China;
I say: "BOOG-A-LOO!"
My Buddies in IRAN ...and IRAQ,
I say: "BOOG-A-LOO!
In France, In Germany,
Holland, Canada and Spain,
Brazil, Argentina, Paraguay,
the message
is the SAME:
I say: "BOOG-a-LOO!"
to the INTELLIGENT FEW;
"What WE gonna do
to make this ol' World spin right?"

Take it to THE LEFT!
Tale it to the RIGHT!
It's DOWN to the GIRLS
to make this WORLD alright,
or the PIED piper of HAMELIN
to take away the KIDS
and let Humanity
start all over again?

In St. Petersburg, gotta wear
a woolly hat,
in Beijing, Gen Tso Soup Noodles,
in Roma, Minestrone,
in Dublin, a pint of Guinness;
Mexico: Salsa-Burrito:
"let it go...

So I'm down in MADRAS
lookin' at the "Mass"
wondrin', like U
What we gonna do?...:)


c2017/davedelacroix/lord borgo.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/(french guy)/Our Man in Eurpe/Life's a Long Song. (Dr. No.)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "(Dr. No,")

WANNA see my  Lost KIN? Wanna see World Peace? Wanna see that Goldfinger,  OUT, from under ya aging  SKIN?...Wanna see your SECOND Face-lift? Want that LATENT "Joi da Vie"? Don't talk to ya Doctor - YOOO - don't TALK to ya Doctor...Yooo!  AIN'T Doctor YO!? And anyway the wind blows? Problem? Go "Consult with Doctor No!"..? So they say?...

WANNA feel the Love of Youth? Or just wanna grow, an OLYMPIAN? Wanna -don't DIE, get OLD, Rest in Peace, on a LYRE, sing an Eternal Song? WHAT'S the "OOMMMMM!" of Tranquility and that GOLDFINGER, under your skin, about that CUSP of your IDEA: double helix, cyclonic, twisting, turning; a Lava  Lamp of Pestilence; and WHO lives, who Dies? Incontinent History!.....? Consult with "Doctor "NO!"?

WANNA go softly home at night? Continent. Babies safe, eyes wide shut? A Poem, a Song, a Protector; outside of Vagabonds, Evil and sadly, mostly, our fellow Man: WANNA SING a HERALDS Song, announcing all that's Wrong?  Then? Lingering on the Poetry of How, U,  and Me are supposed to be?...Possibly: Consultations!? Crypts of Ghosts, sanctify, with their ancestors ancient WAIL!?


WANNA kiss the Open Air? Wanna kiss me when I'm not there? Wanna say a Sweet Hello, yesterday, today, Tomorrow, too?
Wanna SEE mah lost, lost Kin, wanna see where I begin; wanna love the PEOPLE that I meet?.....

...Recently, I continue... to Walk Abroad.


c2017/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO/Viscounti di Piacenza,OUR Man in Europe, ESQ.

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

Our Man in Europe/dave delaroix/"...SUSPICION..."


Well? Suspicion: I DON'T have much money, got a fridge full of beer, some Vino Bianco, Rosso, Prosciutto and there's a bottle of Whisky, masqueradin' under the name of ORSON, blended-malt, of which, my suspicions FAIL whenever it's EMPTY, and, M'Dear, I can't find your Photo, which is neither here nor there, on this sea shore, blustery night in Sciacca-Sicily, in Italia-don't U know?PIRATES abound here, let me tell ya!- but where the KIDS are alright? Your "Midnight Thoughts": I'll lend U a Shilling, or  I'll lend U a Pound; American Dollars, we'll share?

Well; Me Lass! Did I ever tell ya 'bout Mister O'Neill. Problem with his Grand Piano, 59th. St, New York City. Baack in the 1970's it was. Piano-Instrument-removal.  ADvizzzed him to get a HELICOPTER, pick da dang piano up, pop it thru the "Skylight", into da UP-Market loft, and so it WAS: "Feelin' Groovy!" It WORKED! The Chase-Manhattan Bank never thanked me... George O'Neil's Piano playing never improved. And I just - as always - strummed Woody Guthrie chords? Did I tell U about the Helicopter? Very noisy. I nicknamed it CYCLOPS.

It's a BIG SECRET. I'm living in Sicily..... And DON'T get suspicious, "mon Coeur."



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Palermo-Sicily.

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

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Verlaine


(dedicato: Charles Baudelaire & Jean-Luc Goddard, both Poets; the latter had a Camera.)


"Dead beat, on Desperado,
some OTHER Mother's Son;
Beat or DEAD
(Pick him UP!?) Save Him!
Hand him...TO DA MAN!?
As the Violins of Autumn, ya frickers,
piss-off my heart.

-On Rodeo Drive, L.A.,
Fashion Avenue, N.Y.C.,
or in the Bois de Boulogne
with "Une Anale legume"
up his Ass, looking sad,
no Councillieri!!!
As the Violins of October
piss off my Heart.

A Gypsy song: Gaetana Canzone,
a tarantella, a dirge, a Psalm
or words from the Bible,
for U, a lullaby, Monsieur?
Crack a smile! Or
RE-RACK your Skeleton;
November's Violins
will rake men apart?

Who the Poor boy, Prostitute,
Gal or BOY!
"Perché la ragazzo?"
DOUBLE PENETRATION
in your Insidious game?
"C'mon un petite?"
December's Violins
kill me again?

On YOUR doorstep,
deadbeat and desperate;
the Desperado's last BREATH,
kissin' your Valet's' shinny shoes:
on the steps of your Palais?
On the STEPS where U walk?
A Violin. A Season. A Walk.
And I sing...of Verlaine without voice.



c2017/feb/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DOCTOR "NO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Doctor "NO"!



Wanna SEE your Lost Kin?
Wanna SEE World Peace?
Wanna GET that GOLDFINGER, OUT
from under your SKIN,
want that 2nd Face-lift,
want that "Joie da Vie",
wanna KNOW which way
the Wind blows;
Go "consult" with DOCTOR "NO"!?

FEEL love of Youth? Got TEETH!?
Be an OLYMPIAN or die, rest in Peace?
Say WHA!? Don't wanna grow OLD?
Consultation: DOCTOR "NO!"

And in repetition:
Want RICHES, every Gal
in Town; Las Vegas, Monte-whassit? -TIME,
to come around?
And WANT that "OMMMM!" of Tranquility
a kind of "Big Win?";
Get that Goldfinger
from UNDER your SKIN? Or, finally,
LOSE, get da Blues,
be COOL? -Doctor "NO!"
on your Secret Service..

......On your MOST Secret Service, Doctor "No!"
And, "Morte": Licenced to "Chill.".




c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Dead Fucks on Rye."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Dead Fucks on Rye."


YELLIN' : THIS ain't no Disco
this ain't NO party
GOIN' UNDERGROUND!?
DIZ ain't No Immigrant
NO DAVE, no LOST SOULS?

This AIN'T no FEVER
No Influenza;
Catch a Wise-Man Blue?

Dis ain't NO DISCO
No History, Sad Guitar,
no PIECES, no JIG-SAW
no Councilliari
this ain't NO WORTHY;

Man and WOMAN
is Woman and Man!?
(Tell that to the ALLAH?)

Howlin',
This ain't NO DISCO
(Goin' for Truth?)
UNCLE SAM!!!!!!
Philosophy: "Dead Fucks on Rye, hold da Mustard."

DIZ ain't no Diz,
this, Nobody's Child
Stuck at the Airport,
bags, and your last dime?
Who re-pays,
who pays
a phone call away
in FASCIST grip
that Umbilical snip
of Life
DEAD FUCKS on Rye,
babies cryin'...
and hold da Mustard.
HUMMIN: This ain't no Disco. This ain't no FOOlin' around?



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO Esq., Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Sweet Geraldine."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO/ "Sweet Geraldine."



(dedicato: Dave Adams (County Blarney) ....He's with the EMAN CULT in London)


OOO Sing of your Heart, OOO sing of Tomorrow, my love, my heart, in the bay of your Love, O Geraldine? OOO sing of your Family, your Brothers so Cool...but there's a Great white shark, in the Kelp, amongst U, O' Geraldine?  (Ask those family rascals!?)
OOO Sing of the FREE, or Brother's IN JAOL, writing Songs; tears, never fail? I found me a new Suit, I wear it so cool? But, it's, to my way of thinking, Irish Gal, somethings coming after?
OOO Sing of your Heart, OOO Sing of Tomorrow, my love, my heart, in the bay of your Love, O Geraldine, a bottle of wine, sweet Geraldine?



c2017/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ LORD BORGO/ "GARIBALDI"!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Lord Borgo/ "GARIBALDI!"


(Caligerio)


WE gotta run! WE gotta ride? We got to get to the Other Side: So we ride, like the Wind, to the OTHER side!! And WE've got such a long way to GO, NAPOLI, or MEXICO: (such a long way to go?) So we will RIDE like the wind (help/Auito, ragazzi?), gonn'a ride!
And We've  got such a long way to GO, Italiano! Torino, Milano, Venieza?
(Singing:)
I gotta RUN, I gotta RIDE, I gotta think 'bout the OTHER side, so I ride, I ride like the Wind: And I got such a long way to GO, Firenze to Napoli?... YO I ride like the Wind; I ride like the Wind?...

And when it's OVER, are WE in clover; do we mangeria, vino, smoke tobacco? And when it's OVER can we go fishing on the Ocean?
We're BORN to run! We gotta Ride? We got to get to the Other Side? And we've got such a long way to GO: China - Russia - Argentina? - So we RIDE like the Wind, like the Wind......


BA-BA-BA-BA: We ride like the Wind.



c2017/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO Esq./Sciacca-Sicily.

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

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


(dedicato: George Clooney, Esq. and William Butler Yeats.)


(Singing:)

....Waxin' your SURFBOARD in Chicago, Illinois, don't pre-amble.  U from Wisconsin, Minnesota Virginity, Winter, without No' Jesus? WotchagonnaDO when U move to Colorado...Mind-surfing, or hit the waves,  ROCKS, off the Maine coast, or California, the waves of BIG SUR, a spray for your mind? Splash! Or Splash?

She loved U in Green Bay University, she DUMPED U at the Truck Stop?...
Real Guys don't dump Gals at Wisconsin  Truck Stops, but it's catchin' on?
And it don't mean SHOUT if we piss in our PANTS; bad DICK, we AIN'T goin' out or CRANKIN UP our 18-Wheel-Wheeler without a reason? Fain, that we should be loveless?...

NOBODY complain. And all dem Gals, loved, married, or gone? The Bar, since they built the Duplex Urinal, Husky Dogs, sniffin' round? And down by da fast food, down on MAIN, down by Bob Dylan, gotta Price to his name, on Mercury Road? Budweiser, Country & Western, a tab at the Multiplex, until the Arabs says the GAS has run out?

Missouri meets da Mississippi ....under the CUD of all the things PIONEERS
left behind, New England, Cape Cod or a conquered Isle? Everybody and his DOG came over...on the Mayflower when New England roads SPEAK, only to the "Makepiece", or their Manuscripts, which only speak of GOD or a pint of Grog at the "Widdah Mc'Sheas?", New Jersey, where U MIGHT get Super-HOT Chicken Wings! AHOY!?

It's ALWAYS tough...yakkin' with your own CHICAGO "Jesus", his MA, his Pappa, a Psycho-Jesuit? And WHO's the Rabbi  (inscriptions on a Stelle), Jesus Christ KNOWS I don't answer my E-mail, but THIS side of Astbury Park or West Coast CANOGA PARK, California, , I groove with the COOL that makes living Worthwhile?
Has Anybody got any change for this  Prophylatic machine or  Directions to the correct Train that's going my way?... Can anyone tell my friends in Chicago...I miss'EM!?".....



c.2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca,Sicily, Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"SELF PORTRAIT - 2017 - DORIAN GRAY!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Self Portrait - 2017 - DORIAN GRAY!"

(dedicato: Oscar Wilde, in memoriam)


I stink, I stink, I stink!
My Thoughts are decrepit
My Politics FOUL
My passion for Love
outta bounds on Internet Porn!
My kisses, sour
my embrace, Reptile?
My business card
crumbles in your hand!
My E-mail is SPAM
my wishes, not worthy,
TRITE, for Brother-man?
I stink! I stink! I stink!
My Guitar outta tune
with a voice that croaks,
IDEAS, not SOUND!
Of songs, dark and shadow
vehement or despair,
no PROTEST, no sinecure,
Whining: Something's not there!?
I stink! I stink! A Dorian Gray!
And ALL the World's best wishes
will not wash me clean
for Salvation?



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily.