Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ANACONDA...in the Afternoon."

Our Man in Europe/ DAVEDELACROIX, Lord borgo, : "Anaconda ..in the Afternoon..



LOVE LOST, in the afternoon,, expectations, lost, no hope, before "Jappy Hur!"" (Happy Thingy?)
somehow CORKSCREWS (like da Inter Neuro Net_) into YOUR SOUL; Checks  IN...?

WHO CARRIES (but ya heart), who gives a ROYAL DAMN, -cept intelligence, born, and the pursuit
of your "raison d-etre", to KILL IT, to shake it off, a monkey off ya back?

LOST LOVE, in the afternoon, a Blue room, a LAM IA, an Anaconda, that Usurps U in it's COILS and now CELEBRATES, in some Tavern......where ... under pressure  ..... your SOUL BURSTS!!!

..And MIO,   like U...do I get to switch off the light? ...THIS  is  not a question.

My ol- DAD, Henry Witherspoon , married , to Mary Anastasia, always said, "Dave..." I'll (LATER)...and everything will  turn out alright... " And to THIS DAY...I'm still playin- wiv da damn @rEMOTE@...(Remote?)

LOST LOVE...in the afternoon, GREAT EXPECTAT IONS; some gig on the horizon , an Anaconda ....in the afternoon,  that, alas...
corkscrews into your soul ....which then slithers away, somehow, without a conscience...





c2017, davedelacroix,Sicily./Computer fricked UP, no WHASSIT....buono fortuna.

Our Man in Europe/ Dave Delacroix/ "Alessandra Road"...

Our Man in Europe/ dave deòacroix/ "Alessandra Road."



KICK BUTT; so the Story goes, this side of Paradise or some drunks advice, U may know? Do U play Guitar, my Love; do U play guitar?
WOTCHAGONNA-DO, full moon, Kiss ya Gal: Arrivederci, U DO: or Kick Ass on that Frickin' Road?
Which WAY the wind blows (thought Tutte capitto?), either, to ME, U; U got IDEAS, CONCEPTS, an Illuminati?..
....Gyros, compass, direction, and Instinct.. on some Via Sacre.

Whoopee-Doo! - Good Luck! Your Piano Lessons, all Alone: Upright, a Schoolgirl
in a damp Council House, playin' SCALES, WISHES,
the seeds of Virginity, vanquished or FREED
to become "Kick Butt"
and the furore that ensues...and the ROAR of your Victory.



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, our man in europe.

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

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


DA BUG BLINDS/Mosquito curtains,  dressing my balcony,  DANCE in the breeze and swirl, like long-legged ladies, choreographed by God, enhanced by the Sicilian July sun and the fact that I have eyes to SEE and a "cognition"; that DREAM unto?

"Does the light BLIND U, my love?"

DA BLINDS syncopate, STRIPE, develop parallel lines...in advent... of your phone call and the invective U are sure to exude? A Sirocco. Yup. A Sirocco intrudes; All is still. And cloyed within this Afternoon...that ONCE so gaily played?

Bugs play Mandolin. Harlequins dance! Bella-Donna's show off their finery; Cavaliers will ALWAYS dance those steps, to you house, to your door, into your Heart?

Meanwhile, my Fandango curtains, dancing, in defiance of the Sirocco, win my heart, and with this  my observation... a Spiritual Un-certainty...I convey to U.



c 2017/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO Esq./San Jose-Costa-Rica...:)

Our Man In Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Late Night Vespa."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Late Night Vespa."


Late night VESPA, some Kid, under the Gun, kissed off by Girlfriend, JOB, gone to the Sun, screeching down ancient streets, Fate, will meet, in that Cafe... of Old and Hollow Men?

LATE NIGHT vespa WHIPS UP A dream, a MASERATI, A COMPENDIUM of schemes; which way, what way to turn, except into the arms of Love? Bereft!...

Late night Vespa. Best Tee-shirt, best pantalone, beach shoes: gonna HIT the beach, find a Bella, find something STILL Molto-clean, far away, and make SURE this "far away" is far away...from the madding ragazzi...and the late night Vespa that he rides?

Late night Vespa, some Kid, under the Gun, under the Gun; who will NEVER go to that Cafe...of Old and hollow Men....



c2017/davedelacroix, sciacca, sicily

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

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Super Market."

( dedicato:  Elizabeth R.)


ONLY YOUR DICK will be true and know the most about U; U maybe wrong, U maybe right; only your Dick will make it right...
Only your Dick "Whistling" in da wind cuts those corners twix Intellect and Brain; only the lonely KNOW what a Dick can do, solve the Crime, and come on home to U..
Only da Dick (the detective) knows the WAY, legend, myth, History; HE FINDS a way, this way or DAT on an ARIZONA highway; your life  gets a FLAT, that "concept"...of going somewhere...

Razors, scourers, Trash bags, Drano, Toilet Paper, Butter, Milk, Yogurt, Bread, Ice Cream, Ham, Cheese, Salad, Tomatoes, Cooking Oil, Vinegar, Beer, White Wine, WHISKY, Spuds, Eggs, Smokes, Rollin- papers!

Only your LOVE will be True and KNOW the most about U...and in the END...be the "saving.", so your Dick says...


c 2017/davedelacroix, LORD BORGO.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sooner than later..."

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/dave delacroix/ "Sooner than later..."


(dedicato: All the Claudias)


STEAL MY PHONE...OK. Don-t steal my SMOKES, don-t take my Gal, steal my Jokes! Steal my LIFE (I want 10 per cent); U can steal my Ex wife if U can find her, she-s buried in Casa Blanca (the White house) and, presently, Donald Trump is sitting firmly on the toilet seat...
STEAL my Fire
Impossible. Cannot be done.
My JOB
Buono fortuna. Go and get me one.
Steal my EYES
Blind on Blind.
Some DAY I-ll see U
in an International Airport
asking ME
just how U find your way home...

Cash it IN, babee. Your broken Soul;
better sooner than later...



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca, sicily, italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DA KICK-BOXER!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da Kick-Boxer!"


(dedicato: Roberto Gonzales)


... GAL NAMED "Meee-Lie", some VIET "wash-out", on a Saturday night, downtown-Bangkok, homeless, stinking of Rice-wine (kind'a Apricot?) and yakking a "Ya!-Ya!-Ya! MEE-HOW FUCKER!?" dialogue, FALLS (literally) into the Kick-Boxer's loving, steel grip, like a SLO-MO ballet; bianco/nero: Nobody gets any prizes? Nobody SHOULD. Just an embrace from a trained killer for a Porcelain Doll, a spiritual inter-twine thats'  evanessence somehow elevates... into the sky providing WE mere Mortals with an unforgettable sunset; some way, some how?

And WOE to the CYNIC who fails in his/her respect?
K-B. Boy's left foot...just TWITCHED!


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca, siciliano-boogie! (Spellcheck on furlough)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sentimental Journey"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sentimental Journey."


(dedicato: Alessandra D.)


...GONNA TAKE a sentimental journey, oceans apart, fractured by heart, the grateful unfaithful, somewhere, lost in that song nobody ever wrote, only that sentimental moment...on the road?

GAZ, food, MOTEL, any which way? Sometimes, don't ya know, the madding crowd brings U down?

GONNA TAKE a sentimental journey. Maybe a Journey, for U and Me? No need to pack, put away your "Face'in", I'll leave my guitar to that kid we met...down on the Street, and both U and I will get BUSTED for our Dancing feet!
YO! Busted! And in Heaven we'll meet.... (....Am gonna take a sentimental journey)

I'm gonna take a sentimental journey, oceans apart, fractured in heart, the grateful-unfaithful, somewhere, soooo LOST in that song nobody ever wrote, only that sentimental moment...on the road...and U and Me.


c2017/davedelacroix.

Our Righteous DUDE in Europe/dave delacrroix/ "SAMBA: NO PROBLEMO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacoix/ "Samba: No sweat!"



(dedicato: Mi Sorella in Vita/in Arkansas: Milli B.)



(Hidden dialogue: Well, Dave, U piece of Shit. Tryin' to fix the World, on Aspirin, chain smokin', Booze, a  Surfin' Long-board, broken Hearts? Who gave U the CANNY to be so Smart?)



SAMBA:

HE'S got a Problem
(Drinks too much!)
He's a Problem
(SMOKES too much!)
He's a Problem
(WAY too Happy?)
with Vino, women
and Song?

LOOK at HER!
Miss Cigarette?
She's got a Problem;
her neighbours
even SAY SO?

SHE'S got a PROBLEM
(Goes out Saturday Nights!?)
A PROBLEM
(...till Dawns daylight?)
SHE'S got a PROBLEM;
"Someone"
should tell her SO!?

(Singing:)

"And the Devil in My loins
which tells me Every thing
like that BLACK HOLE,
gnawing away...at my Soul
that I cannot begin,
to USURP
...And
in my own way? That Divisive ENIGMA
that I am?
So how can  I KNOW?

I live in Kansas. A flowered skirt.
At the Hair Salon, folks
know my name? BUT
please HELP ME
someday, the Optician
who
prescribed new lenses?
In the Land of the BLIND:

Should I go to Missouri!?


He's a PROBLEM
She? BUSTED!
And TELL those KIDS:
"QUIT DO'IN DAT!!!"
Less I forget
the MeAnING OF Life.....
Less I forget the meaning of Life.?




c 2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/ Madrid, Spain.

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

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


(dedicato: The Grateful Unfaithful)


"WEEEEE'LL (?) ...I woz DO-IN' something when I FORGOT that something/thingy  I woz SUPPOSED to be doing....in the FIRST place? I was Kissing some Gal, not the RIGHT Gal (her name escapes me?), maybe U know her? Still,  it WASN'T U, otherwise you'd a mentioned it in your recent - IN YOUR FACE! - Facebook-E-mail, demanding (!) what the FRICK did U think U were doin', KISSIN' some other Gal instead of ME!!!??? (She saw the "Selfie"!)

(God on HIGH:) "AAAANNNNNDDDD (And?)...!!!!!??????

WHEEEEE'LL (?)... I was DOING "Something" when I forgot THAT "Something" I was suPPOSED to be doing, er, in the FIRST place! SO!!! If just for a MOMENT, to SIT, "Mi Caro?" GOD DAMN STILL, I do believe the "situation" can be , er, RECTIFIED, unless YOU are DOING something, etc., etc., then U will SEE - Believe me! - it DON'T matter. (?)



c 2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Murphys Irish Pub, Sciacca-Sicily./BELOVED ABUSE OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "U can STILL kill us."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "U can Still kill Us."


(Letter from a Concentration Kamp.)


...U can kill US, U ghosts, U PAST, revisited, old sins cast long shadows, the GUILTY, by device, tangent spiritual, nice, huddle in the dark....the dark CORNERS... afraid of the dark, afraid of the light, the Old GUARD, the Day.
TO this  Day, politico, SOME scent, A PASSION, SENILE...Chanel No. 5.

U can kill your Sister, your Brother, your Mother. Sorry MOM. Ya gotta go first. Save da Kids, righteous, NO doubt.  My BRO wasn-t much good.  The OVENS got an hungry look. Sista, babee, I cant SAVE U, this SIDE of today and/or where Tomorrow-s gonna be; catch a fire, no expletives, just burn baby...see ya on the OTHER side; JUST WHO decides who lives and dies that await our retribution, and just awaits our retribution, as we whistle as we work. And as we whistle as we work.

...U can KILL Us, U ghosts, U Past revisited, old sins cast long shadows, the Guilty, by device, tangent spiritual, nice, huddle in the dark...the DARK, the dark corners, the hellish secrets NO MAN should know, in vain, searching for the light.


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Lyon, France.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "La Luna." (the Moon)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "La Luna." (The Moon)


...LA LUNA, tide, this side of Paradise;
la Luna, tide, this side of Paradise...

The Sky is Upside down,
your Feet in the air
gripping, with your hands
the THINGS not there;
the Sea is in your MOUTH
and NO songs sing  YO  sing,
just how U got there:
no magic ring...

La Luna, tide, this side of Paradise;
la Luna, tide, this side of Paradise...

The COMET in your eyes,
the sun in shadow,
the past eclipsed,
zips by U: steals your tomorrow!
And NO words echo,
no Kaddish, no Epitaph, no NUTTIN-
And Spinsters WAIL,
sing of how U never lived;
no magic Ring!

La Luna, tide, this side of Paradise;
la Luna, tide, this side of Paradise.



c2017,davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/San Jose, Costa Rica.

Our an in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Brides of July."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Brides of July."

SWEETWATER-WELL; a succubus of longing, butterflies. There's ONLY Primrose, no doubt, Carnations? Only the scent of Sage, Hyacinth or that latest Canzone, dispelling Un-due caution like a non-venomous bee sting?

The Brides of July gather, Un-towards their Paramours, insistent, confident and kissing (Lanvin No. 5?) YOUR Man, a Warrior, a Don Quixote? A Steely-Dan?
Geese SWOON in chorus, Ducks and Drakes for your eternal Tomorrows?

Do I ENVY these Brides of July, now, so full of life's purpose? Tonight? Certainly. And yet; to wish upon a Star?...


c.2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/our man in europe.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Surfa-Rosa!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Surfa-Rosa!"

BIN a long time, Surfa-Rosa, surfin', fun & free? Morning mist in Costa Rica: Dawn Patrol, Jacco beach & Me? Echoes, waves, echoes, Golden fleece; wishing U were HERE, the "see" and the "feel": this Moment?
SURFA-rosa, echoes, WAVES, Jacco, Costa-Rica, beach-bungo and Me.

Some FOOL on a Long-board (Selfie-Suicide), doESnt matter, SHOULDN'T matter, what WE see or feel? Comin' Home, sometimes, to PHONE our Surf history? WHOA!!! Gotta catch THIS Baby; and the wave carries me away:...

BIN a long time, Surfa-Rosa: A Big Wednesday... Meantime? Tell THOSE Boys, Nick Nolte, Gary Busey, I gave some KID my Long-board. Tell JAN-MICHAEL-Vincent; and TELL the Crew at Surf-rider Point, Malibu-California.
sURFA-rOSA....in my eternal dreams.



c2017, davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Palermo-Sicily...:)