Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Robert E. Lee."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Robert E. Lee."


(dedicato: Carol Marie Aniello)


...In the Land of the BIG DAWGS, we might fall in love (I wrote U jest bout it?) and get our hearts broken, wrecked and we'll think, Total? The Big Kahuna, surfing a humongous WAVE, death on a stick, yet even now, beforehand, I see U grinning in some kind of Victory, as I have yet to charge, fire any pistol ...or whisper: I love U?

In the land of the BIG KAHUNAS, Henry or sweet Madeline, squeezing "prick" or "teasing tits", uttering, gasping small town (ANY COUNTRY-ANY TOWN) non-vocabulary....whilst witness to the night when they took down "the Robert E. Lee"?

In the land of Wolves and hounds, pretty much, statues, streets signs: Martin Luther King: "YO! Tear that sucker down." in a hundred years and who will speak for HIM as in General Lee's time, thousands of Blue-Grey Soldiers led by gay cavalier officers, soon to be slaughtered, would now....fill in the blank: (............................................................) or even NOW, not THEM, but  U, yes YOU: prematurely, turning  in your Grave; a Cultural emptiness of your own making?

In the land of Milk and Honey, there's little of either. There's not SUPPOSED to be! And where I started? Probably where I, or U, END. The Idiot, the Girl, grinning, YOU -the Voyeur watching people fall IN or OUT of Love with History....reaping  what U sow and now throwing snowballs with your children into a Winter of discontent.


c2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo Esq./sciacca/sicili