OUR Man in Europe, dave delacroix, SWEET MOROCCO.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Sweet Morocco.


....My Momma works in German Hotels, my DAD, ploughing Iberian fields for Vinoh Verde Juice, my SISTER, her Facebook GLOWS in RED, Oh Sweet Morocco, when CAN I come Home...

I wash dishes in some Trattoria, at night I dance in SOME Disco...always thinking OF a Life, when I was a Child.

Oh sweet Morocco, when can I come home. Oh sweet Morocco ....will anything BE the same, the Song I sing...


c2018, dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Flame

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, The Flame.

*dedicato. Bella Caroline.


Just WHO will UN twine like WOODY Guthrie or BOB Dylan in Words or Song for ME on this dampen, chilled Sicilian day...YOU, Girl, with your Intelligence, GUILE, sublimity stacked against this SAD SAP U see, ME, not DEAD just a Dude, an amalgam, a combo of WORDS, an Inexplicable, some Consonants, Nuances, a BREEZE a Suggestion, a living inverted Self interrogation of a blind man-s SEE-ing EYE in Ulterior BURSTING!!! Staining your blouse! Also known as a FUCK UP! ....We could GO ON...a Concept, Bacon and Eggs! Never mind the illusive Song, Woody or Bob, our Pagan desires or  the WOAD in our longing, the Blue that extinguishes our flame in the face of global Pax USA/China Pax Romano, Pax, Pax Pax! That enforced PEACE thingy awaiting the devil, the Pied Piper, with a kiss, a song, to keep Love. Love amongst the HOARDS!!!
We paid the Rent.
Yup.
We paid the Utilities. Water. Electric.
Yup.
Russian Gas.
Yup.
Just WHO will UN twine! Woody! Bob!  Just WHO! Bloody Shakespeare!!! HAFIZ!!!!   Where for art thou....Hafiz, who knew the value....Do not play with a Tigers cubs nor destroy a Woman-s illusions...and do your best to pay the Rent!.... Sometime I DO despair.

And SO my Lady says to ME, Oh, David, Machiavellian as I may be, sometimes I YAWN when you speak, but, meantime, hand me my glass of wine, it-s dark in here.. turn up the flame!


c2018, davedelacroix, Foggia, Sicilia.

our man in europe, dave delacroix, THIS SIDE.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, THIS SIDE...SIMI VALLEY, The Pool Guy.

*dedicato,  Guitar Maestro, Jon Love.


GIDEON on Mescaline... some Sweet Water of Life, a HUG a Kiss, a meaning of Life and ALL the kisses...WHOA!...U forgot or  got FOUND at the 99 Cents Store, Ventura Boulevard, Los Angeles a Swimming Pool....that U did NOT need...THIS SIDE of your edification, your INNER bambino, or PARK your nipples, Usurp the Pacific Ocean  but it breaks  my Heart< after all, I-m just the Pool Guy, admiring U but happy to WALK away...

This Side...

*dedicato. Dan Washburn. R.I.P., Jaimie Montgomery, Nevada Crew!!! And Anyone still NOT Dead, better HOLLA!!!!

This Side.

THEY-ll be Peace... San Fernando Valley
They-ll be PEACE on Van Uyes boulevard,
they-ll be PEACE on  WOODMAN
adjacent PICO
or ALL the bungalows
this side of Cuheunga,, long time
U go spell!!

There-ll be PEACE San Fernando Valley
When the PORN BIZ is done
when belladonna's
do NOT have to FUCK
AND when THE concept
OF fuck IS DONE...

And the ONLY Fool
The Fool, is U...
Song U HAVE to know
is what a DEVIL U have been... SEZ U!!!

there-LL BE pEACE IN the Valley
where guitars,
come on back
and sing along...

They-ll be PEACE
in Ya Moment
they-ll be Peace
in you Style

There WILL be Peace
And Welcome, you Fool
an Peace with NO GREED
like a SONG without the SLEAZE,

Yup, some Inter Net,
some WHORE/Less GET
some sad Invitation,
some PROMO Education

and that Peace...in the Valley
where Love can grow.





c2018, dave Delacroix, our man in Simi Valley, Sciacca, sicily.




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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, BOSSA NOVA!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Bossa Nova!!!

*dedicato, Martina X.


Bossa Nova, 9 beats, all night long, anticipated, expected, Unexpected, Surprised, shocked, indecisive, Undecided, ABSORBED like a mild crashing wave on some forgotten shore, a Deja Vu, YOU HAVE BEEN THERE before, a fond lover, an arching spine, a unhooked BRA, a PEEK A BOO! That Unfinished kiss and ALL the languor....which for YOU...prevails into Eternity.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, VAGINA BLUE...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, VAGINA BLUE...


...In THIS Post I wish to highlight, from Shakespeare to the present day... the Gender Discrimination, the FALLEN WOMAN, be it by Out of Wedlock Pregnancy, H.I.V. infection, Poverty, Social Disgrace, the stigmata of Rape, abandonment....in OUR myriad of Obscene Male Oriented cultures... A...ME TOO!!!... And a Vulgar title to cut to the Quick and shun Social niceties.


Vagina Blue.


Lost love, lost girl, the human race
within HOW U decide,
retreating to the Family,
the HORROR, they decide.

He loved U true, he loved U fair
then left U to your sad despair...
HOW do U arise! Or reinvent the World
with a fresh surprise
with that Vagina blue....A solitary question.

Oh cruel, CRUEL life, or cruel LOVE
an old song, a sad rhyme,
bright beginnings, stark results!

POETS feast, but at what a price...a hollow question.

And SHE, perhaps to sojourn on the Continent,
the Americas, a Gentleman to find
or a high wind to Jamaica,
the Girl with Vagina Blue....ocean waves question
and SO many answers Unfound...



c2018,davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, I Threw Out the Trash...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, I Threw Out the Trash...


Off and ON, Sciacca, Sicily weather WHORISH> Knickers Up, knickers...all over the place! Spittle, couldn't rain, little shine, reminding me of a Hooker I knew in Los Angeles who ALWAYS bummed my cigarettes yet wouldn't impart her favours as I was TOO poor, invariably opting for BEL AIR high class fornication, returning, skid row later, kicked out of a stretch limousine,  frazzled... I liked her. I considered her a Santa Monica beach bum friend. Weekends we-d beach bum out in Malibu, clean up, promenade amongst the Movie stars, no-one telling ONE from the Other.

WHOA! There-s CHER!
WHOO! Roseanne!
WHA! Mick Jagger!
LOOK!!! -Me N-You!!!

In Hollywood, trash is trash. A Metropolis of HAS-BEENS looking for that never to be SECOND chance who invariably settle for a 3 bedroom PLUS UTILITIES bungalow in Pacific Palisades, Gold Records on the wall...Has-been THESPIANS, of course, go mostly for a Statuette, VENUS, a poster from some bad Shakespeare festival they massacred in the Netherlands....Whereas I, HOMELESS, care little. I might have prematurely BEEN a Has-been, but the Gal, my buddy, was my Venus.

She O.D.ed in the Malibu Colony grounds, private beach with a minimum of fuss. I got the word from the crew at the BAMBOO and Tony from TONY-s TAVERNA gently pulled me aside....

THAT morning, that DAY we-d talk about doing breakfast, or maybe it was dinner, lunch, some GIG....seems funny, don't it, bawling ya eyes out under a palm tree and throwing out your Trash!
And NOW, On and OFF, Sciacca, Sicily, still a Minstrel beachcomber,  knickers UP, knickers down,  here, down in the nearby  beaches my heart is warmed watching young lovers dance, play, with sea and sand and all the glory yet Unfound....


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, A BEER FOR Jesus,,,,,

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, ...A Brewski for J.C.!!!


*dedicato, Sylvia.......In Freibourg. And All that We Are....U ARE a Teacher!!!!!



A Beer for Jesus, a Kiss for a Vagina...Sweet bella... Carrabas!.. aspiring for Standford, Yale, Harvard, etc...DO U KNOW where the Garden Grows, sweet Lady, my Lady, no punctuation, Inter Net. Do YOU wrap your POOTANG around a spiritual  BIKINI, and HUBBA/Dixie, do you scramble to a CRISIS and make your HISTORY wail SO sublime, or do U Kiss and REGRET, and regret the LIFE you have found.... A BEER for Jesus, a Traveller, a Dude on the Road, a KID who got MOTION, an entity, some Tomorrow-s Code, that THANG, U dance, a Gal, in trance, UPSTAIRS, a WHISKY, maybe, for some Prophet, UN/succulated, UN/orgasmic, a soul yet to be found, and just who heralds LOST SOULS, MAYBE UN/FOUND, on lost highways, Arizona deserts, sometimes, New Mexico ....and all the devils you are sure to meet and know... Jeeze!!! Who confounds your Sweet!!! A Question.

And SISTA Carol Aniello! , pedal to da Metal. Got lucky with a ROYAL FLUSH, bar video Poker!!! A beer for Jesus! Fast GEAR to Malibu, California...and Sweet Kiss to confound the desert miles!

Aint it ALWAYS that LOVERS sing your SONG....*

Meantime, busted my ankle. Limping -long, highway 666, no help in sight. Looks like Nevada. Looks likes New Mexico. Looks like Arizona. Some Pick/Up truck kid stopped then zapped along. A beer for Jesus. Didn-t give me a Song. The town of CORTEZ, I stumbled INTO, into the night.... OH JEEZE!!!...Another Story.....


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

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rain." (Pioggi)

(dedicato: Michael Cristol)


When the rain came, enough to piss off the Pope, just doing laundry, hung it out in a fair wind, took a shower, washed my hair; always a sign, the weather U got, gonna change, no Murder in sight, just the RAIN pissing off my Laundry, the Pope; probably Agnes too: She's s''posed to show up; make my Sunday: Have lunch together. Have sex!
It always rains on Sunday.

Agnes just got back from a "Cruise". 3 weeks of Hell. She - against my advice - took off on a 27 footer sailboat with 2 other gals and 3 drunks bound for Havana, Cuba. Out of Key Largo they hit the Gulf Stream and a tad like the GILLIGAN "3 hour tour" it turned into the "Tale of the Ancient Bikini"; "Tits, Nipples, everywhere, but Not a Guzzle nor Brewski!".... 3 days later they scrambled ashore into some stinking mangrove swamp way off the pages of any glossy tourist destination...in Guantanamo.....USA Military Prison Camp....loaded with Muslim Terrorists, steel helmeted Military Cops with minimal-Muslim sense of humour... and no "TIKI" bar!

I heard it said that in the UPPER USA, Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin you can go into any bar and chances are the gal on the next bar stool is always looking for a new husband....And she already  has 3 kids ...all fine and dandy?  ...In the "Conch Republic", the Florida Keys, it's the reverse: A Hedonistic culture in its most  skeletal form. Every dude, taxi driver, bartender, tour guide, professional Diver, ... is a Hemingway, his every gal, a dream boat inspiration.... so skip the bambinos!!! It's "De Rigeur!"Culture. People live, prevail, mostly poor, and die within this tropical, embryonic shroud, on a pearl string of islands, the Florida Keys. There's no external danger, outside of the occasional hurricane,  just the tugs and slugs of tidal economics and the privilege of spiritual escapism....which brings me back to Agnes...

Did I tell you about Agnes? I guess not. There she is, slapping my screen door!...Or maybe it's just the sea breeze...or a gust of rain?


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Wild Sargasso Sea.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The Sargasso Sea.



....Living High...like a Clown, kisses, hugs and...wait a minute...is  it U or is it THE OTHERS, surely, not Me....SWIMMING in the Sargasso sea. CONQUISTADORS! Heart stuff! YOU! A frilled Velazquez Oil! Where suitors START, alone, a Goya, a clown to behold...

All my treasure, no producing, Bella Donna's, a poison to your UN-toward, a despot, fanning away mosquitoes, an encumbrance, kneeling...or fever, living HIGH like a Lover, a Giver and IN my hand...that illusive El Dorado...What Love measured... in Nano seconds... that a Lover cannot UN-kiss,
in bliss? And the Devil of Envy, sitting in his or her DARK SWIRL....

Living LOW, playing guitar on Continental streets, full of BRAVO, enjoying the People U meet, maybe YOU TOO, satin dress, swirling, backdrop ROMA's belevedere;  living HIGH...like a Countess, a perfect SELFIE, or a Poet to TAKE the Sound?
....of the life we are living?

In the Sargasso Sea, tales of a ships graveyard, of Mariners, dead, yet still wailing. In the Sargasso sea, a sublime, slow whirlpool..... "Sergei! I have to fight a DUEL on Sunday....Can I count on YOU to be my "Second"?...



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ In Vino Veritas...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/..."In Vino Veritas" (In wine...Truth.)


"....I KNOW
no heaven
nor Earth.
I lie alone, immobile
on my bed
until at last
I forget
that I Exist;
and AT that moment,
boundless is my Joy!..."

( 8th Century Chinese Poet)


c2018/davedelacroix/Sciacca/Sicily; The Ides of March.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ....The Devils Thief.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, ... The Devil-s Thief.

*dedicato, Rosy....Runs the bloody BnB up by Castello LUNA....


..A Devils thief.


Kid, by a costume, Dancer to some...KIDS!...They bawl!....then YOU BAWL! Then the kids shut up...THEY DO....They Understand....and, maybe care.
PADRE at MADRE, yell!!! And there-s NO end of the KIDS bawling... No Bawling! No Bawling! No Bawling!
Uh uh..Bambini in PAIN,  no RAIN to wash away that pain, a sickness, passed on, a bairn, a babe, a bambini, dead... the wreck is total, no God, no Life, a devils thief... Kid, by a costume, a Dancer to come...no longer.
KID, KID, KID, by a costume, Dancer to SOME!!!! And when next it rains...a CURSE upon the Devils Thief and all and sundry. And just WHO in living DEATH will hear our cry, better still, our sigh....kid....by a costume. And WHAT Child begets a Child to its premature destiny, we discuss over coffee...like a Devils thief.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca, a town that has experienced its own...and many sadness's.....Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ME...and DELIUS.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, ME...and DELIUS.


dedicato, Anna Vallimacki, Turku, Finland


Me and DELIUS, wrecking a Bar. Throwing money around like its Crazy, crazy, ME....and DELIUS. All the DOCTORS say, ya should BOTH be DEAD, Morte....so I pluck a Violin, nudge the fat gal in da under cooked  RIBS...who WHELPS...O sole Mio ya fricker! She whacks me. Breaks my nose. Some blood.
We swoon to her carouse Canzone, Me n-Delius.

We scribble in Scandinavian ecstasy like HEDDA GABBLA ON HEAT, sucking on Asparagus reeds, sluicing Vino bianco until more Ladies arrive, ultra nippled, perfumed, IN CONTROL, worthy of ALL subservience....no expense spared. A Viking Bordello. Oysters on the half shell. Delius, Me, and my nose bleed.... OH!!! ....Me and DELIUS, Goteborg, Sweden, lost in streets of snow...with no where to go.....

One, two, button my shoe.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, BY THE TIME...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, BY THE TIME...

*dedicato, Terri Randolph......


...By the Time...


By the time I get to U, interrupting your Cell phone boogaloo, by the time I sit U down... my head on straight or spinning round, by the time we get to KISS or is it some Cell U have missed and when we get to EMBRACE U, is it U or U or U. Or an APPS

By the time... and TIME is All we got, a TOY, a SPIT, a WHAT WE GOT, interrupting your SAVOIR FAIRE, a French, a Continental, I know not where...In England, old York Town or some place outside of Me...Bella! Mon Coeur! Buried in the ground, a trench, a grave of your own making. 2 Drunks assisted you.

By the time I get to Wilmington will you wear a dress so fine...By the time I get Philadelphia, will you be my Queen....I have fought  in  the Revolutionary War. England GO HOME!!!...My Tri/corner hat! And  all  that's left... is my making and a Song for THEE.

By the time, 1960-s, Brian Jones, Rolling Stones, asphyxiated in your swimming pool, gasping for air and nobody THERE...until INK on PEN made it OK again, asthmatic, WHEEZE, WHEEZE, WHEEZE, no sympathy for the Devil.

By the time U hear my tune, my Musket in some Museum,  my legend forgot, my body buried in the ground...and by that Time, a tune, an old Lovers hum.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, SAINT PATRICKS REGRET...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, SaINT Patrick-s Regret.

*no punctuation, laptop, fricked UP....


St. Patricks Regret.


Regrets, I-ve had my share, a SOLO song, nothing to do with YOU... REGRETS, an echo chamber and ALL the Whisked Angel choir cant make me less blue.

Regrets, I-ve had my Sad Ass Gig, my share. The last refuge of a Scoundrel or a Zealous Patriot, usually, Unfound, disfigured by Time, an Icon for the impressionable...

Regrets, NO heroes, no Cowards, NO bureaucrats of Social insidiousness where Governments breed like Lice and, GODS KISS, given too....And OR dissolve into your Personal Blues...

Regrets, NO need to THINK, illumination, that yesterday Epiphany, comes when you DRINK...and maybe, sunrise, the getting of wisdom.

Regrets, ain't worth a SONG but just this one time> HA/HA said the Clown! I-ll sing along...

Regrets, I-ve had an UN PUNCTUATED few. A Solo. Its OK. And NOTHING to do with YOU.

Regrets, that I drove all the snakes out of Ireland but not the Viper in Man-s Souls.

Regrets, I-ve had my share, a Solo Song. As a man born of Britain in the later Roman Empire.... Songs I learnt from my Pirate Mediterranean Kidnappers. Then, the folks with whom I was marooned...on a splendid Emerald Isle.


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

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "The Whistle!"


(dedicato: Gal I met in New Jersey. Can't remember her Name...)


Lady, I'm all spliced Up
like a Son of a Gun,
I'm No where, no Gig  to Please?
An if U ask me a question,
U gonna walk away?..

I got NO credentials except my Song
and the smile on my face
I've been a long time
GOING
and it's not the Yesterday
I'm leaving behind, only you?

We got no business, but when we meet
sure nice to to see U smile....?

U come from Tuscon, Arizona sun
or out in California.
babee run, run, run!
Mescalero...under Mescalero Sun?

Didn't mean to fall in love with U
Maybe No-man got the Right
as U Butterfly
and the California sunset
greets your Eyes...?

We got no business, but when we meet
sure nice to see U Smile.

Route 66, Parallel, Interstate I-15
ahead of Barstow,
last chance-Las Vegas;
a high sierra!
That Gal U Meet!?
And a SIRENS call,
a Man bound by his feet
for all the World....and that lonesome  Whistle!....

(....Or SO ALL fools write....)


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Our Man in Europe, dAVE DELACROIX...ZAZZ MOTEL

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ZAZZ MOTEL (Aggie-ville, Kansas)



HISTORY...  don't tell bout ya CHIC on mah Vino, ELECTRONIC? Nor that China Syndrome-kiss that KILLS Empires and AS for the Devils...in da deep blue sea: YOU!!!

...U & Me..tryin' to be beautiful...that NYC Syndrome, maybe in  PHILLI, maybe Fort Launderdale, Spring-Break SPRUNG! Like a ZAZZ Motel, bugs inclusive, thin towels, micro soap, a shower tap that don't wash away our SCAT, an inner CUNNILINGUS, our weather Super-Cell?

Instead, our Bonsto Jr. and Clydina....two Fashion-istas....obvious Federal Outlaws in the State of KANSAS......look for refuge in the old BLUES bars, hanging out with Piano Negroes; like them, just made MUSIC and  get to never killed another Man...

An WHO in Manhattan Kansas, AGGIE-VILLE,  Kansas City V. Kansas State: jess WHO gets to sing this Song?.....


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, THE Naked Maja..

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, THE Naked Maja...

*dedicato. Mylene Devaud


...The Naked Maja by GOYA, here re/incarnated by dave delacroix this side of Life and Death, naked as God made thee, now clothed in Unutterable decency...I got a secret, like a Mouse, scratching away in the wainscoting, a Windmill turning into a repressed orgasm. WhotchagonnaDo! WHO ya gonna call> Ghost Truckers! Ship it OUT. The only E.T.A....THAT Come & Gone, Lost In Transit , meriting an Arrival!.. Such details! Such Delicacy!!! A delayed KISS. A yearned for embrace!  Saliva fingers into Kingdom Hall! An Unctual probing! ...And just WHO Pipes, timbrels & drums, pulsing, internal like an Organ played with a Strangers fingers that even a Child would recognise...Bach, Beethoven, Mozart ...or Goyas Naked/clothed  Maja, the Gypsy, the Bohemian Queen of the Streets in whose presentaion you see a glint of everyone or inadvertently, your own belief..

There is no shame in tears of glorification...its OK!... and outside of worldly goods, items passed on, generation to generation... treasures come and go...whilst the Naked Maja strips you clean, leaving you desperately throbbing.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Saint Patricks Day...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, SAINT Patricks Day....

...expect NO punctuation, laptop don't work.


St. Paddies Day.

St. Paddies day, when grown Men get drunk then cry, babes wail louder and wives rue the day they married a Clown...then DANCE!

St. Patricks day, when its Dublin convenient  to borrow a BOB and find it easy...with a blackened Soul...to forgive a Foe, PUNCH the bugger in the face...then DANCE!

St. Patricks day, and the County Fair in full swing, when sad history dissolves into a cloud and no one ever, like you, sang so loud...

and ALL the World can GO to the Devil, then DANCE!


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Scream.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The Scream.


Where do U begin...endings are EASY, one step beyond, that INNER Christ looking for a Crucifixion...WHAT Gods sinew throttles and SNAPS to remind U of your Sticking Post...and that DISTANT, in/reachable sweet kernel which, gathering force, husbands the INNER HORDES who scream THOU SHALT NOT DIE...like a Mulligatawny of sweet regret, a FOODIE...Angels wings DROOP, no music only the knelling drum of yesteryear in your GUT, indecisive yet again....O SING!!! Sing! It-s best to sing and suffer your Tomorrows...What is one lone SCREAM in the echo chamber of Eternity...


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, @THE VECCHIO....

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, @THE VECCHIO!...


*....old Chinese Proverb....U do not GET Old....U get AT Old....*Vecchio.....


It-s OK to BE Vecchio *OLD
He don't have NO heartburn
no CHERRY on his mind
ain't looking- to find his inner Self

What Parents MONEY is left
on some lost shelf
and that Legacy of GOUT
I just cant work it out<
did Ma n/PA slug OPORTO
until dawns early light

and their SECRET Stash
of Cocaine, Cigars, Whisky,
Grand CRU Vino> Buried IT
someplace I can never find...

Its OK for the Vecchio, the
OLD MAN, bloody Shakespeare!!!
Writing ALL them Songs, his
farewell kiss, like a reptile HISS
say in- BABEE, U R OLD ENOUGH
to get along

An- as for BOWING at his Knees, that
ELIZABETHAN SNEEZE, how sharper
than a Serpents tooth...

Its OK for the Vecchio
wrapped comfort in his tomb,
please do not disturb,
but disturb,,,,HE DO!

And TIME, Vecchio Tempo,
a song of Time, for U/ITS OK
N-Bella's will dance, swirl
Young Bucks, ardent, a Carnivale,
AVANTE!

And for you my dolce Caro, so filled with DESIRE,
Its OK for the Vecchio
until its NOT for the Vecchio...but for You....



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