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

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


(dedicato: Robert Gonzales)


DROWNING, not WAVING!
Drowning not Waving (flap-flap!),
SCREAMING, not Singing,
SCRAWLING, not Composing;
in an UN-Mood state, a USA state of mind?

U can add Romanian Paprika?
U can add Garlic from Sicily?
An Onion from France?
A Bagel from New York Citeeeee?

YAKKIN', not Conversing
Kissing but NOT loving,
I'm Walking, but not progressing (mostly alone)
And THINKING but not believing
burning LOGIC in my mind;
I guess, just LOOKING for that TWIST
to UN-ravel what windes?
.Lookin' for dat TWIST to UN-ravel
just what windes?


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sweet Cigarette"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sweet Cigarette"

(Pure Tobacco, I roll/looks like a joint).

Sweet Cigarette, after dinner, before breakfast, with coffee, with brewskies; sweet cigarette? How "OFT" I pine, between Meal times, for your succulent lisp? And hang my head in sadness that the product that kick-started the USA Economy (Tobacco?) is now persecuted, socially, absurdly Taxed?

Sweet Smoker-roo? A plant, a gift like Marijuana-HEMP, that grows by the wayside?


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Our Man in Europe/fave delacroix/ "WHOA BABEE!!!"

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/dave delacroix/ "WhoA Babee!"


THIS BOY's takin- a PISS! Mary, Jesus & frickin Joseph?.... physically, metaphorically, this SIDE of the river Rhine? ....
THIS BOY's taking a SHINE , BHUDDA BOY, in the Ganges, HIS BODY, decaying, yet somehow meant to be?
And all the FUCKERS in the World? Trying to scratch MONETARY POWER; no kissin', no belonging, Suit and Tie, kickin' in where MONEY belonging? Keep the slaves Cool. Give 'em God and some semblance of Justice: Give 'em Rock & Roll.? A Religion.

THIS BOY; pissin' his pants, tryin' to look GOOD in the eyes of the next Belladonna; dat BOY who will find a WAY NOT..... say NOT to pay your TAXES, pay YOU: see my FINGER!? ...And "Honey? U ask where I stand?"

My finger on the trigger of the volition of my own choosing?... Afterall? It's STILL a big World. POWER-FUCKS leave ME, People like Me....Leave us alone. We dont want your GODS. We certainly do NOT want your Taxes: ADIOS!....:and,  whatever: Welcome to your JUNGLE: Vaya con dios!
So where was I, and what THE FRICK was I talking 'bout!?...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "La Strada."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "La Strada."



(dedicato: Nicola Segreto)


...Loneliest Dude DOWNTOWN, loneliest Gal in da CASA? Loneliest KIDS down on the Skids, loneliest Vespa Ragazza, /ragazzo Strada, Night Rider?
Lonely BELLADONNA, "senza lavorno" (no job); lonely Madre-Padre? Bambini.Aviento? VAI! It's a lonely ol' Night, downtown; some November canzone?

Lonely young "Handicapped", wheelin' in a CHAIR, looking UP at a Life - for her? - NOT down there? No blinking eyes, nor seductive smile; no Vespa to SOMEPLACE...over the rainbow?

No Soldier, Sailor, Airman called to WAR, sitting in a washed out trench or...a Prisoner of War; no lonely Saturday, no Sunday night HUG that which once WAS a lonely, lonely night?

Whilst Lonesome, lonely XMAS: here it comes? Shoes ON your feet, a Life, some mental chewing gum? A sparkle in your eye, a sparkle on the SEA reminding Man or Beast of that portent of ALL things yet to BE; how the KIDS RUN, run & run & run?

Loneliest Dude, UPTOWN-Downtown, the loneliest Lady in her tower of Love; the loneliest Kids, the God sent "Mischief-Makers", bustin' DESTINY -like KIDS!? And that Solitary Man, that Singular Heroine, SOLO,  Vespa-Night Rider....on La Strada?


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

Our Man in Europe/dae delacroix/ "Solare"


(Just observations....I will be in Latin America in January, but I CARE 'bout the People here; my Fiends?..... Albeit a Poem and a Half?)


...WAITRESSES here in Sicily, unlike waitresses in Los Angeles who need Cocoa Cola  to function like the ALL NITE REVIEW Ladies, down by LAX (Airport), (MY BRAIN S..S. SO SLOW) which is why - at this moment? -  U get such  S, S,  Slow POETRY Service; the Experience U INVENT...which is your projected satisfaction; add a Bow  Jeeves & Hawkes tie and visual-chronic masturbation in the "Client", Reception area :  Savoy Hotel, almost Soho, almost C..C..Covent Garden, but the Q...Q...Queen of "The Strand", THE SAVOY HOTEL, the  washroom; my Goodness! U are almost there...with a Fantabulous Credit Card!!! And some UK Sunday Times', Waugh fagot Blues? With Cinzano & Canapes who could want for more plus an UN-limited Project expenditure, funding courtesy of the BBC (Israeli Occupied Territory)....

Parked my Butt at my local Pub, Murphy's (Sicilian-Irish): "Non Violence against Women" Protest Gathering, down n Piazza Scandilitto, over looking the Marina, the harbour and the wild, anarchic sea, still yet to be controlled in Man's infinite stupidity?  Mind? Ot DON'T Mind? Or the whiplash tongue that can send her Sailor Boys, down into foreign shores or onto rocks he could not, setting sail for-see? Not with-standing,  shrouded, island, Widows who mourn a foolish Sea Captain, and his Crew...never to return?

WAITERS, Waitresses, here in Sicily, they honour the TITLE: "Camerae.".....; pretty much EVERY ONE of them has a Diploma from the famed  University in Palerma, Roma, Milano, Torino: some testimonial?
Yet STILL, Italy, Sicily, on a daily basis - July/August, capito, it 's too damn hot! - Winter, Spring, Fall
ALL business's CLOSE between 1.30 till 5.30 every afternoon...which does NOT attract International Investment? And ike ALL Waitresses in SHANGHAI (China) say:....NO SAK-SAK!!!... So WHO to complain, "This is NO Country for Young People?", Unlike TEXAS, USA, "NO Country for Old Men?" ....U reap what U Sow: CATCH-22...

LUIGI: "Davida!"
Mio: "Yo!"
Luigi: "Just got back rom England!"
Mio: "Cool. What do U DO there?"
Luigi: "Pizzeria!"
Mio: "CCool!"
MIO: "OK. Pizzeria. When U finish Work, what do U do?"
Luigi: "We FRICK OFF DOWN TO DA PUB!!!!

......LUIGI & MIO, (2 DUDES) who  are NOT even REMOTELY "Palestinian" or "Samaratino", or WHATEVER are trying to SELL (ahem!) to the BBC (Israeli Occupied Territory) the SICILIANO-ENGLESE-PIZZA-CONNECTION.....(A Euro-Migrant Sitcom)


(Already! Great response! I've been offered a JOB picking Oranges in JAFFA! (Israel) WHOO!!!)


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Any Given Sunday..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Any Given Sunday..."

ANY given NIGHT, any  Sunday/Monday moment of your Life?
Any given Romance-Last Chance? Any forgotten, wistful, given lovin', lovin'  glance?

Any BLUE Sky, any GIVEN kiss (U forgot about?), any given "Heartbeat", somethin', any chance U missed!?
And any LUCK that shined upon U; and a  sad refrain; recounting?...

Any Song of Songs, written, crossed your Heart; and  ANY which way but to lose; or the Devil racing in your Blues?
Or any time U spend a Dime that ain't "do'in" what it's s'posed to do?, making your fella' Man just as Strong as U... like that cold wind Winter's Coffee brew? In Your shoes!?

Any given Wishes, CHRISTMAS, birthdays, presents for the KIDS -fallen on stoney ground? And ANY forgotten kisses, Belladonna, later ON, but now UN-found?

....Any "misbehavin'", any Truth I told, come back a'haunting & cold?

(Kitchen conversation: "DAVE!!! U ever thought 'bout goin' back to MINNESOTA!?"....."Honey? I'm not FROM Minnesota!!!?")

Any given Sunday,any given MONDAY, any given night, any given Light,  shine on?  And any  given MOMENT: U shine on.
And any  given Moonshine? And any  given twilight? -And any given Sunday- second thought coming on;
That "any given Sunday", somehow, goes along...this side of Paradise?..

(Front Porch conversation: "Are we takin' the Kids down to the BEACH now; or BUCKETS & SPADES! -we taking da Kids down to da Beach!?").... and, ("Go start the Car!!!")....


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Zing-Zing!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Zing-Zing!"


(dedicato: Maestro Keyboard Artist, Pete Nalty)


ZING-Zang!
ZIG-Zoo!!
Kit-Kat!
OUTTA'
Yabba (YABBA) YOO!

It's a: KIK QUIK!
QUIK-Inside!
INSIDE!?
Zabba-ZWEE!
U-U!!!

"C'mon SHAKE MEH!!!"

Come Cold Northwind!?
ZOO-zah!
Oh; La-LA!
On ya KNEES
(Have Mercy!);
ZING-Zing!.... (Zing-zing & fade.).....



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Man who Saw Tomorrow."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Man who Saw Tomorrow."


(dedicato: Sir John Waller, Bart.)


The MAN who SAW Tomorrow (maybe U acquainted/maybe U?) -"picka-picka-picka, ENSHRINED (U) in his EYE, seeing ALL the houses, buildings, Cities, Bank Accounts, the bridges, the sailing ships (now sunk), all come to nought in a DETRITUS; that cornerstone of "fast-buck" ingenuity?
Is that a Jewish thing? Or is that an Arab thing? Or is that an Arab against Jewish-Arab thing? And does THAT make it an "Anti-Semitic" thing? "Semitic Man commits Anti-Semitic Act? U go figure? And where does it END?"
Or maybe it's MONGOLIAN? Or, maybe, that inherent sickness: let's call it GREED?....And leave the good People of Mongolia OUT of the equation?
The MAN who SAW Tomorrow, despite his Ocular advantage, wished it was YESTERDAY, a frickin' "Timepiece" that YOU could "behold", Love, caress OR at LEAST make that SUCKER sit still?...No dice.
The MAN who SAW Tomorrow said: "Arrivederci!" to his kids, his girlfriend, his WIFE, to his goddamn LIFE and to a World he'd known before? Kindness? Bitterness? Hopes? Joy? Love and HATE (Hate, goddamn it!!!) STUFF! Like Fish gone South in a Refrigerator or a LIMP DICK on a Saturday Night!? JEEZE U don't know da meanin' of Heartbreak!?....Sittin' on a Porch, no Whisky, no Smokes, no Marylou, no frickin' BANJO!....just between now, THEN,  but not next: that UN-tomorrow of your iniquity?....
(Singing:) "Oh, the Grand old Duke of York? He had 10,000 Men? He marched them up to the top of the hill and then he marched them down again! And when they were UP they were UP and when they were DOWN they were down? And when they were only halfway up they were only halfway down!"

(Altogether now:) And when they were UP they were only HALF WAY down!

The MAN who SAW Tomorrow, he don't wash much, some Samaritan shows up once in a while, clips his whiskers; he  pretty much grinds around, sucks on Ol' Pa's Moonshine, don't make no sense; chewing CUD, making dumb figurines outta' Wood;  Arab? Jewish? Negro? White boy? WE think of him as an American; least ways, from Tennessee, some kinda Citizen of the Planet? Some Old Boy. The Fool on the Hill? Kids gather, tell he's known to tell Stories? (Git on home with Ya!).Y'all give him some space, ya hear,.U traveller who pass on by?.....


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his sad Life, HIS WORLD; he KNEW, but HAD to UN-knowing: Kindness, bitterness, love and hate like old fish in a refrigerator past its date, sitting all alone with a SKILL SAW in his hands, having CUT Time in HALF....?

ur Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fratello!"... (Dude)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fratello!" (Brother-Dude?)


....U da WORST dude on the Planet, finally, it's Official, tell ya Gal, tell ya Publicist, tell ya Mama, tell ya Papa, do U Talk da Talk or do U Walk da Walk OR are U SOOOO over Gold, MIR and Frankincense,,,,,,costing  the Ragazzi to put on a SHOW, bags of Love, bags of Cocaine, abstract, idiotic, a song with a stupid refrain, that pitiful GIGABYTE U got in your "double helix"; sister-brother kissing goodbye at the start of an important journey? And just WHO amongst the DETOX Angels will support your, as yet, untried "dynamic" on it's rocky road//"destino"? -your MAN, your Brother; your Brother-Man. The Dude who prevails, and by doing so...honours God in self-inflicted infernos like only "Kin" can?... Away, away, sad, poignant bird of Youth and re-invent some jazz, some blues, some righteous UN-belonging....

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix / "Jeeves & Hawkes" (Tailors: Saville Row)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Jeeves & Hawkes" (Tailors; Saville Row, Central London)

ALL U GARMET FUCKS...U got NOTHING, u got the ZERO in your CLOTH, feel the LENGTH, the VIDEO  FUCK,  the WIDTH (When U have had your Breakfast?)...Hari Kristianna! Ave Maria, Salam Allickum or Moseltov; a brave WORLD of Outfitters? "My left leg; blew off in the Great War; but I should look SPIFFING in "Plus.4s, U think? Spring for some silk shirts, a Cravat at......round the corner....remind me; double barrel name; that WAR thing; nothing is ever the same: AH: "Turnbull & Asser"! Used to know a MAN their, but killed in a "trench" WHIZZ-BOOM...It was, I recall, on a Sunday?"
GAS ATTACKS!? No worries. WE are the MASKED Men, the Masked Warriors in the TOILET of other Men's Idealology of Human Excretia; an Enigma of Existential Disgust; a  SUICIDAL - "Or the TOP beckons our LIVING despair?to be buried, planted, Poppies, row on Row making COMFORT for THE FUCKS who suggested/Commaded: ""Make it SO!"
Some BRAVE YOUNG GALS and Dudes out there "succubucking your Succubus", that inherent Vanity of your Trade? Their Noble Corpses? And  ALL NATIONALS, trying to STAMP OUT "Miss Piggy: IGNORANCE, Despotism? The SEPERATION of CHURCH and the "Usual" corrupt business of a Nations aspirations?.....Which young MAN had the guts to go, TO WAR in YOUR "delivery"
Never mind the Quality> think -bout da Width!!!

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OUR Man in Europe, Esq.

Let me guess: His name, "Arash",, named after a great Persian God hunter, laid slain by an American, Russian, English 7.62 SLR Rifle, some OPPOSING casual affair/some Cat gets close in the DARK: "We take him OUT; Man, woman or Child?"

U now? In delirium, I guess I made a good Report? In MY sector the Fascists got "Bad Liver"; needed some stitching? y Boys fired encore----Always hard to tekk...the almost living from the dead^ And should I distinguish - if GOD - is not there? - the Killers, killed nd/or their cries of Mercy...in fast dispatch, or departing? What GOD cries, except: "Woe to the Vanquished?"in a sea of blood?
EXCUSE ME; battle dress attire;




And there I am, missing my Football Scoring calf, heel, ankle, 5 little Whassit, m bloody RIGHT-WINGER FOOTwrestles my carcass, puts a pillow (bag of WINE corks) under my bloodied head

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ No Smart Phone, No Lighter!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No Smart
Phone, No Lighter."

CELL phone, THE STARE before THE STARE, before the Smart Phone, that change of dress from tweed to plaid, U strut on by, the CELL> U and Me...not there_yet like our Love, U are never alone and a slice of Pizza never taste so good, in a Tuxedo I ain-t gonna KILL the drunk or dispose of his BODY in the NORTH SEA another one of your Party rejects; But KILL with a Kitchen knife, Aresenic or just make HARRY disappear, don-t forget to look good when Detectives say> @We look queer!@_ Yet we-ll get away with love and loss, in  our confession, love and loss, that SUCKER ù on his OWN volition  ù jumped off the White Cliffs of Dover singing a Jimmy Cliff Song...?
u & i trust eachother.....in a small world where Murdereers che
w their chew_what MAGI, sits, screws, used, under writes, "in esse", "en que" and then SINGS: "Many Rivers to Cross" then confesses...in a STARE....without a Smart/Cellphone...to his or HER own component of incriminating  self-destruction?
Cell Phone, Smart, next Gizmo, attempt punctuation, to solve the diction of the CRIME (Detectives do?)  where the blood on the knife is wiped before your living eyes? Please: Comment? -An Inspector?
(Because, Dave, here....seriously.... GOING quite BLIND cannot work this stupid laptop
And U can Lay to THAT!), would U like to suggest a Confession?
"I WILL! And I DO!!!...
YO HO HO; da Drink. Yo ho ho: THE DEVIL!!! YO; U Betcha! YO! And YO!....We'll come along side....on the Ebb tide; we'll come along: on the Other Side. Yo-ho-ho ME'Boys! Hold your heads up high!!!" (And Forever!)


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oUR mAN IN eUROPE/DAVE DELACROIX/ "THE dIAMON IN YOUR eYE.


(for Claudia Loens)



A Diamond in your Eye (A story/concept for a 1 hour BBC-TV Play)


Jesu-WHOOSH! Heart-stricken, fools at play and ALL the belladonna, wisp mini skirts, panty-flash, boys cavort in Crotch Snatch, upon a dead meadow of Amphora: triple lutes, pipes and timbrels,  that resonate in a rainfall of adulation; satyrs hang, lassiez-fair upon clouds that have no meaning, an ambuscade, explodeing; girls twitter, men and boys scatter to the four winds in a garden of enlightenment lacking no human necessity on a Ladies swing, an Up and sway, late afternoon under a bough of Poetry? A Fragonarde pictorial?

Jesu-Whoosh; a diamond in your eye; U just killed me with the Company Boss, U just TOOK - crumpled - in your PINKIES my Career, my Life, My Wife, My Kids, my World Co-Co Chanel? Sharp Tits? (Maybe Samson & Delilah?) A WHOOSH! High & LOW; a boogaloo: A laissez-fair; but, Jeeze, LADY, U got your "Treasure" but I've got a Dick that will ALWAYS lead me to Treasure Island, Jim Hawkins, Long John Silver etal: Beyond and ABOVE, the adventure begins, late afternoon under a bough of Poetry...and the diamond in your eye? As for when I tear down your fragile Canvas? Unlike U? I never will. Yet neither will I walk away.....?

And All the Neidersachsen Witches pour into their cauldron of spit and stitches, fife and drum, curse and Hell, the worm and the marrow; a devil's doctor's poultis of Tomorrow: Jesu-Whoosh!......(Sure glad I'm not Religious?) Can U lend me $20?...


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Our Man in Euroe/dave delacroix/ "BARSTOW, California: 10 Miles, Eastside desert, or West."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/: "BARSTOW, California; 10 miles, East side...or West?"


(Singing:) "My underpants ARE PISSED WET THRU, GOD DAM-IT, u MADE ME come AND all MY NEXT GIRLFRIENDS ARE GONNA moan FOR SOME kind OF SEXUAL LUBRICATION?....I ain't sitting on the dock of the bay?-I'm on INTERSTATE-15, old Route "66"? Like some Coyote? Like some Lone Wolf? Jes' tryin' to figure out a Melody that gives our Hearts some Juice? Between LAS VEGAS and L.A; a town called BARSTOW; doin' its best like any Town can, and in Good Faith, ain't gonna take no shit: and giving it all away? Barstow: California!  Let the Pontiac's, the Corvettes, the Chevrolet's: let them ZOOM into the desert sunset whilst  Barstows History of travellin' souls carry ALL the way on....Tabasco, cold beer, whisky or die?.....:)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Symphonica: UMA-UMA!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Symphonica: Uma-Uma!"


(dedicato: Bill Houston)


1) Zoom Room

Everyone is MOVING to da ZOOM ROOM; got space? Get ya ASS to the Zoom Room! OUTTA space? NO swimming pool, no private "king" Lear jet? No Lifestyle (above & beyond) U can NEVER get! (So don't worry) Every SCMUCK is off zooming to the ZOOM room; it's a place U CANT buy and/or  - on a foggy night - rarely find? And I have it on good authority, the ZOOM ROOM (free to rent or let?) is that PLACE in your Mind, that place where U can UN-wind where U and I - rumour has it? -  have never met?

2)  The Valley

I went DOWN to Jesus, DOWN to Moses too; I went down to da VALLEY and there...was U? And I saw your eyes-wide, as in TERROR, down to  the Valley; no place to hide?...DOWN in the Valley wishing I was (Biblical) LOTT; down in the "VAL" with Malibu dreams; no chance of a Taxi to elevate Me? YO! I went down to the Valley, a 1-way conversation, in the Valley, no sense, no logic conclusion? I went down to the Valley on a Saturday night and I didn't come up till a Sunday's Roast  carving knife?

3)  Nighthawks

Nighthawks in da morning lookin' like old Crows with a head full of "nuttin'",  almost thinking; just where does the time GO, or more eloquently (apres Francois Villion) just WHERE are the snows of yesteryear? And Nighthawks (dem scrawny devils/god knows where they get their hair done?) in a KISS like something MISSED on some, maybe one or 2 fourth of July's? -Breaking the break of dawn like a Virgins first Saturday night: ya gotta WEAR "Roy Orbison", sing da Blues, or lament some Golden Days, step into a fade, not SCREAM, but maybe Shout like Nighthawks in da morning fixing on heading South?

4)  BLU Skies

BLU skies; WE got "nuttin'" but Blu Skies, DUCKS kissin' Blu Skies from here and now on? Blu skies, got the Hope diamond! Blu skies; nobodies pregnant, just Blue whatsit; so let's sing a song!


6)  Doc. Boone (another one-sided conversation)

LOVE don't work (for me), neither does the BANK (for me) And Rock Hudson never dies in a movie, HIV? Babe? I, the right honourable DOC. BOONE, licensed to Practise Medicine (fully Licensed), I gotta go hang mah "shingle" in some OTHER town where Uncle Sam ain't tryin' to convince me the Natives (Arapahoes, Apaches, Lakotas, Blackfeet, Cherokees, CO-manchees) wanna Scalp me? FEAR, apparently, is the order of the Times?  Nuttin WRONG with Chinese Food/I drink Singapore Slings mo5rning, noon and night, for chrissakes! ?Uncle Samuel? Hiding in the woods, in da Pines, in the Pines where the sun never shines? A curmudgeon. A bleak sentiment in a bleak moment and, possibly, in the bleak mid winter of our UN-arrived at Discontent? -like LOVE on the Job or the JOB of Love? Or Doc. Boone in the movie "Stagecoach" starring Duke Wayne: "OK. I'll STOP!....But just for one....?"

7)  Whisky Lullaby

There's Whisky in mah water tonight (good night Irene/I'll see U in mah dreams), it's bin a long, long time? So shoot me down or lock me down if I've gone out of Style? Like Whisky in mah water.....(READER is s'posed to finish this Cowboy Lullaby).....Tra-la-lah!!!!



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Don't miss Tomorrow!"

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Don''t miss Tomorrow."


GIRL, did ya PERM, BOY, did U spruce the last of the Summer wine? That DRESS, and boyo fashion, love, tresses, mint juilips on the beach: MASTERBATION CITY?
(Wotchagonna-do....this side of the Blues?) Swab or polish ya Shoes?
...Is it in Czechoslavakia? Or maybe think  Prague; Czech? Slovak? ...where we miss our Tomoorows? The ORIGINAL "Bohemia": JEEZE!!! Everybody's "worried" 'bout it!. NOBODY wants "IT" to MISS their Tomorrow? "CAPITO!?"  FRANZ KAFKA got a handle on it? That bastard owes me a Winter coat!?? And it was ON the NEWS, it was on TWITTER: "DON'T MISS TOMORROW!"? (PEOPLE ARE KILLING THEMSELVES!); Nobody, but NOBODY wants to MISS the "IT" of.....Tomorrow? (It's Official.) U don't have to be Jewish!? And some Bright Spark in some "Ministry" (UK?)  thinks: "JEEZE DA QUEEN: We can TAX that!!!...." We gonna TAX your TOMORROW; just wait and see U Plebes; jolly well believe!?"
Alas; the Columns of Empire and Majesty; long since Masterbated to the bone; now only motor  the "which and where thinking", death and taxes: RE-SOLD and are held "In Trust.".

(Please BARF at your own convenience.)


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good Woman of Zechwan."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good Woman of Zechuan." (my Mandarin is a bit Confuscious?)


THE GOOD WOMAN of Zechwan who once I knew but PASSED me by in a painted veil?...She found me WOUNDED in the paddy fields, an ENEMY flier, Pilot, some robot, on a MISSION to do her Country's Leaders harm?...Do ME, wrapped in muddy silk, a Parachute, busted, broken, took out some bridges? ..Fucking UP her small WORLD? On target: BADDABOOM? Wotcha gonna Do under Politico, trained to GO and DO; have GUILT? What is the itinerant HATE that makes us who we are in  or UNDER the looking glass of perspective, introspection, recollection and dire conscience, all men of War?...
Went to High School, Academy, Fly Boys, Colorado Springs, then Top Gun, San Diego? Carrier Landings, UPSTART?  I'm a pretty SHORT guy; most of my PEERS; just "peers", tall, headless dudes whose minds, perhaps reside IN flying, in the Skies? Even OUT on leave, driving cross-country, YAK a "Country Club" SPIEL leaving them naked bone dry, UN-educated, blown out of the sky for an encounter with the folks on the ground, the need for a bowl of rice, moms, dads, kids, uncles, aunts, family amok aND LIVESTOCK, A FARM gig:  pigs, goats, village, fare and a lady, the good woman of Zechuan, a maiden, whose husband was faraway fighting in some stupid War; somehow, struggled, but found a way to get ME back home?
She patced up my broken body, an inert necessity, as in the Brotherhood of Man? And, NOW, later, how worthless it seems, as when I repine, a survivor:
"Mandarin Lady, your eyes and your Fan? Mandarin Lady my Heart!..." And, "U Betcha! I SOARED , like Icarus, into the skies only to find wings of wax.... disolving into your  gentle love light and the Good Woman of Zechswan: and a kiss that lingers to never fly again.

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SONG for a distant Sireen."

Our MAN (the Dude) in Europe/dave delacroix/Once met Johnny Depp/"SONG for a distant Sireen."



(dedicato: THIS is not callous: Always TOUGH when Ghosts of yesteryear USURP your SLEEP, waking and Dreaming "OUT DAMN SPOT!!!",,  (Lady Macbeth)


"Song for a Distant Siren."

WE....got Smokes.
Culture.
WORDS!
Cocktails.
A Tuxedo.
Beer.

WE got a TICKET
to Istanbul
Venice
PARIS (for why?)
London, sucks?
And Cinzano?

We got St. PUSHKIN
St. Petersburg
New York
Los Angeles
Shanghai, CHINA!
(I wanna go home?)

We got Cognac
we got VODKY
we got  a WORLD
but, still
like a Child;
I wanna go Home....?



c2017/davedelacroix/valley of the temples, Agrigento, sicilia...