Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Don-t CRY for Me Agrigento.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Don't Cry for Mio, Agrigento!


Don't cry for Me, Agrigento. Io, mi amica,  passed the UN used Oil Refinery, travelled along the main drag, heading West, best way to get out of Dodge City. Not the FIRST time. Viaggo Modica a Sciacca. Alleuri! Grande East, West, Agrigento Strada...Piccolini no spectacular!  The Yesterdays Pizzeria, Cafes, Bars, gridlock TRAFFICO only suggested....VAI! VAI! Nobody invited me into your inner Sanctum, Agrigento by the Sea...
Don't cry for Mio, Agrigento.
ASPERTO! I must take off my Lunghi pantalone! Shorts, Tee Shirt! SUBITO!!! Agrigento! IO ARRIVEE con Guitar. A Siciliano Capitale. A Citte. Antica! Historica! A Famiglia. A Ragazzi. A SALUTE....that I wish to meet, greet and see. Capito! Capito! Sono Idioti!!!
Permisso Arrivee....

Don't-t cry for Me Agrigento. There NO fool...like an OLD fool.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ALBuQUEQUE

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Albuquerque.


PUT dat Pistol DOWN, Ma, put dat pistole down...I know I-m just a SON OF A GUN but put dat PISTOL down!

I went down to TUSCON, Shotgun in mah hand, but U gone and done fast draw me Babe, SHOT me cross the Hand!
Naturally, I cry like a baby!

Put dat Pistol down BABE. Put dat Sucker down! I-ll split to Albuquerque, put that Sucker down!

WEST of California, Nuttin there but SEA, except my Pistol Rose/Marie, shooting in FIGI!
YO!!!! Put that Pistol down BABE, put that Shotgun down. The Hula/Hula Babees wont know just what U mean!

CHORUS.... Albuquerque...

Put dat Pistol DOWN Gal. Put dat Pistol down! If da MAN is too rough, U up stake, walk away, grab the KIDS, save the Day< any which way...U will make it!!!!

Put that Pistol down BOY, put dat sucker down....OR....if U want a DUEL.... Put that FLINTLOCK down, dude, put dat Flintlock down, at dawn, behind the Churchyard, misty morning, 20 paces... And ONE of US is NOT going to walk away.


c2018,davedelacroix,siacca,sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Zuckerberg ..in Dealy Plaza.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Zuckerberg....in Dealy Plaza.


So sad. Young Kid. Maybe he went BAD Too MUCH Country and Western, wotch ya gonna DO...Some SLIDE Guitar, maybe a Star down on Hollywood Boulevard, that pedestrian Cemetery upon which EVERYONE scrapes their jealous boots!

So sad, the American Dream. No Cheerleader gonna FORNICATE with an idiot wearing Shoulder pads. COME SING, even NOW the Quarterback got a Laptop, a weekend Guitar, APPS to decide his next Tattoo and it-s TOUGH to keep your Virginity, as for your Tattooed  PENIS... in Cyberspace,  producing  that Untitled Specie, called RALPH...into the Human Race... So U GET On/line. Forget MOM or DAD. To seek advice!

So SAd, Kid Zuckerberg elected to GO to the US Congress and TALK to the LIKES OF THEM...a Conjuring Act...like WE all Understood, could anything be far further from the Truth. And LOOKING for Truth in the USA, House of CONGRESS, bats wings in the Belfry!..........................
................................fill in the blanks.

So sad, Kid Zuckerberg. Took the JFK, Limousine tour. New hair cut. Me too. I had a trim. Couple of Gals with him. Pastel Pink and Turquoise hair. His Publicist denied ALL photo shoots with the Orange Mohican. Hiawatha Fucks some Zillion  Dollar Hair!!

Entry to the Dealy Plaza Book Depository, now, as in that 1960/s dark day. no problemo. I dressed like a Japanese NINJA, face mask, TUTTE, told corridor passer byes, Organizing a College HIP HOP RAVE and most Dealy Plaza White Folks needed no better excuse than to call it a Day.

So sad. So sad. We all got paid. The Guys on the Grassy knoll, oiling their weapons since yesterday ....demanded DOUBLE PAY. I got THE CALL. And the CODE. Zuckerberg....in Dealy Plaza.... He-s OK!


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicilia

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Day at the Pool.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Day at the Pool.


ELENA at the Bourganville Hotel, made a PRICELESS Sicilian Pesci lunch! Someday, when I-m back on da Beat, I will remember. FRANCO provided the Home made Vino. Juice for the Soul! And I showed up with Pane, Brewskies, Guitar.
....hard to type when yr mouth is jammed with Mussels....
YO BABES! I>mah coming to get Ya! Took 2 whole hours to quit repeating....Salam a Lickum
...I know. I know. CRASS. But 2 hours before I dared venture into the Aqua Marino!
Franco kept running around with the POOL net. Won-t dive IN. Allergic to Clhorine!
Capo ROBERTO and his First Mate, Accusio, new buddies, signal dudes in the Sciacca Fishing Fleet arrived for a relaxing Poolside day. Brought their respective Gals. We ALL had beer guts so there was no problem. We took off our Shirts!
Like a BBQ in the USA, Dudes bond. Gals gossip,  splash around. Nobody did Nothing, any which way, outside of Splash Boogie, poppin a Cork, the flick of a Zippo...not a sound.

That day at the Pool.


c2018,davedelacroix,hotel bourganville,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave eelacroix....AUSTRIA..Carole and Dave.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....AUSTRia...Carole and Dave.


I got LOADED outside of a SWISS Station. Surrounded by perfumed Taxi drivers across the street on some Piazza where all the Swiss Kids meet and greet.
Its CLEAR the SWISS are Banco THIEVES,
200 kids in a piazza....WHISPERING!!!!!
............Space fot Bambini segreto....

Whisper. Swiss Kids. And RAUS!!! , Austria...just the same. 2018. WOTCHAGONNADO with these RAGAZZOO, ARBEIT MACH FREI, send them off to BARBADOS, Bier Wurst, ANGST,
some DREADLOCKS, Ayrian Swine who suck the SEMEN of NAZIS history, in Vaults, underneath their Nativity dance UN constructed on the Diamonds, the TEETH, the Bones, the GERMANICA, UN/christened or failing THAT, to Usurp the Reichstag, alles uber alles, no sleep till Berlin..

When I got kicked out of the USA, my Gal in Denver said, Dave, U got away just in time!. DONALD TRUMP...In Austria, 1933, I just wonder  just what U Folks would have done for Me. Austria. Maybe a cleaning job at the Hostages Palazzo. Sucking the dick of the Head Butler. Haydn, Beethoven. Maybe I get to hear them play.

Austria. Forgive me...but WHY didn't we CARPET BOMB U like we did Germany. After all, Adolf Hitler wasn't German. He was Austrian....Somehow...I think U got off LIGHT.


c.2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, FOUR Soul Sistas!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, FOUR Soul Sistas!


1.... Have U ever been Lonely...

Have U ever been Lonely
have U ever been blue,
have U ever danced on the Sidewalk
without no Shoes,
have U ever been broken
or hungered to smile,
have U ever been Lonely,
have U ever been Lonely,
my Love.

Have U ever been Lonely
on some desert Isle
of your own making,
ever been out of Style,
have U ever regretted
the life U have lived
awash on that island
where so many live.

Have U ever been Lonely
have U ever been blue
danced on the City sidewalk
without NO shoes,
have U even been BROKEN
or hungered to Smile,
have U ever been Lonely,
have U ever been Lonely
my Love...


2.... Night of  the Faun.

Apres Midi de une Faun
that twilight in the Day
when the piazza, almost deserted
and all the tourists, PRANZO!
have gone away...A seagulls domain
a lone Vespa buzzes by
and GOD in his wisdom
orders a cold beer
and exhales a sigh.

Apres midi de un faun
a café terrazzo, solo, a longing
at a table for 2, a cigarette
no longer Disc Blue, a Salute
to an empty chair,
that erascible You!

Apres midi de un Faun
one eye on the NOW, the other
ever alert, suspicious
of the oncoming evening,
that Satyrs dance, that mystery
to unravel
for the night of the faun.


3... Old Sins...

Small town
BIG sound
Small Mercato, Market
Big Prices!!!
Small kiss
big Love
Bad Boogie
Boogaloogi!
Old sins
cast long shadows.

BIG Job
small Pay
big Promise
small wonder,
wages fritter away!
Big Faith,
no Hope!
small kiss
small Dope,
as Yesterday skips
into Tomorrow,
big PLANS
but no Chance
for Today.

Small town
big Crowd
small Bar
Molto Ragazzi!
Small kiss
big Love
Old men
Young Kids,
grande amore!
Bad Boogaloos, alas!
 A C-est la Vie!
Old Sins cast long shadows.


4... Ticket for Calvary..... Song, Canzone!

Jesus wants U for a Sunbeam
the Bible tells me so.
So J.C. wants me for a Sunbeam
up THERE on Calvary.

J.C. wants U for a Sunbeam
so U-d better be Good,
quit smoking, quit DRINKING,
no Lawyers, no Politico Payola,
stay COOL just like U should!

Jesus wants U for a Sunbeam
U-d better BEHAVE, U know!
J.C. wants U for a Sunbeam
that old book tells U so!

....And in my own way
I tried to be Cool
for that ticket for Calvary... CALVAREEEE!!!!

Jesus wants U for a Sunbeam
the Bible tells me so. YO!
Jesus us wants us for a Sunbeam
that ticket for your Soul


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...West of the RED RIVER.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... WEST of the Red River.

*dedicato Rex Moser.


JEEZE! A gotta stone in mah shoe! Anybody!!! Nobody!... BEE/sides, I-ma born Complainer. Nuttin- RIGHT, UN later, U are ON dee Agenda. U got any SPARE shoes...I don-t NEED em, but I MIGHT...like a G7 Guitar Chord to help me strum and WAIL into the Night, West of the Red river.

HOLY MOLEY, Summer! Bugs are back!!! I-m not sure who-s WINNING this WAR. After 63 years on this PLANET U would think my IMPRINT was SOLID. I cannot get rid of the Royal Family Oligarchy but a bug or 2, maybe. But to no avail.

Out WEST, Arkansas, USA, old saying WAS, there-s NO Law after Little Rock, and after Fort Smith...there-s no God. But No Worries. Methinks God was always FRUGAL when it came to packing for  a Road Trip.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Guitars play into the Night! West of the Red River. Still got dat Passion. An Aficionado! Yet, anon,  I gotta Stone in my shoe and AS or when, just like NOW I still don-t know, like U,  what to DO.....YO! West of Red River. Some place West of Red River.


c2018,davedelacroix,Sciacca,Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, When I was ARRESTED in Costa Rica.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, WHEN I was ARRESTED in Costa Rica.

*dedicato, Stehanie D. Erfkreis, Germany.


The SINEW of your Electro/lites, brain matter, smatters, buzzed, fizzes, lights UP like Fire Flies, Mosquitoes, UN/needing Mescaline, Whisky, or a pair of TITS to suggest your Costa Rican direction...like an ancestral SINEW, a HORROR, a FUCK THOUGHT, full of of BUCKSHOT and beyond, the CRUX of your Tropical Travelogue< SURFS UP!!!

Ragazzo on the JACCO beach, singing>

ALL HAIL, AVE! The Blood of YOU, your FAKE and Fake and Fake! ...BRUNG over with ya Saddlebags that CREATURE SPOIL in da Humidity. That DICK, SHE can never find, that VAGINA that TWIRLS around, that El Dorado, stifled at Home in Manhatten, Kansas. Aggieville. 15 Miles Per Hour on Main Street!!!

The SKINNY BITCH....that-s U or ME, walks on da beach. Ipananema City. Forget ME. SHE dosent NOTICE U except when she bums a Cigarette, tries to sell U a bracelet or her PUSSY on discount for the limited size of your Burrito.

MY Electro Lites are BUSTED!...Perhaps they always were. Getting ARRESTED at San Jose Airport, Costa Rica, just for BEING drunk....like for U, just took my breath away.


c2018,davedelacroix,San Marco Beach, Sicily.


 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...DEATHTRaP.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...DEATHTRAP.

*dedicato, Dave Adamson. Irish Poet.

Just HOW it worked Out. Some Songs. Nobody-s Kissin. Just Cheek to check, Mascara on NOSE. Everybody smells death, the Victim, NO LO SO. Italiano, Englessi, POUR LA MERIT. The Jew Boy, down South for CIVIL RIGHTS, 4 DEAd in OHIO, Cannon fodder, Vietnam, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, PLACES u DONT WANNA GO.

jUST how IT WORKED  out with U and Me. Like KING HEROD my skin is crawling with BUGS. FANKULA111 FANKULA! The Doctor at my Pharmacia, she  was gonna BE my next BIG DATE....NO Rock ^ Roll, kiddoes, this side of Fate.
Lucky if I get a Generic Prescription, that is, if I should bother to Ask.

Just how it worked out. Happy Meals for Shell Shocked. At the Factory Veterans Hospital. It-s SOOO Peace and QUIET!!! ...Like missing a Limb or missing a Life, DOG TAG I.D., blood smeared.

Just how it worked OUT on a Saturday Night. Somebody else-s Song. Nobody-s kissin, not EVEN cheek to cheek. Mascara on NOSE, any which WAY it BLOWS. And I know, THIS is a Bad way to say Hello..... PLEASE dropkick Me through the Goalposts of Life!... Please UnderSTand I-m in a Deathtrap.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Royal Wedding, 5.30 to YUMA

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Royal Wedding, 5.30 to Yuma.

DO U know
any VIKING RAINBOW,
ribs, split
side to side<
KING HAROLD
before Williams- arrow,
a TREVESTIO, in the eye.

DO U KNOW
bout the SPLIT Ribcage,
the BUTTERFLY
King Blue Tooth-s
mark and trade,
now suckin your Labia,
now suckin your Dick

Do U know about
the BLUE JOHN, the
JADE in ya pocket...
U take the Danes Gold,
U take the Danes Law
Until NORMANS
came along

A sad Chanson,
ONLY the WELSH
could understand,
wave on wave
of Insufferable, brutal
visitors, MET, with
IRON on Steel

In your Kitchen
do U in any way
SPIN
your Curse and your Divinity...

In America...Jeeze. I dunno. Lost and Found. Ya Kids Wedding. No biggie. But sometimes...the 5.30 to Yuma!



c2018,davey Delacroix, Sicily, present address.

Our Man in Europe,dave delacroix, THE RAINMAKER.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, THE RAINMAKER.


...WASH MY hair, it gonna Rain, hang out Laundry, it gonna Rain.  Vote Democrat, it gonna Rain, say I Love U, U run OUT on Me< I-m da Rainmaker, God meant Me to Be.

Bought a Bus Ticket, bus left WITHOUT me, ONE TIME an Airline TIX, plane crashed! Drove from Denver to L.A., forest fires, EVERYWHERE< I-m the Rainmaker, Babee. God meant it to be!

And ALL my Loves, gone TEXAS! Wrote a bunch a- Songs, some COWBOY MOUTH...

Washed my hair on the Navajo reservation. It pissed it down with RAIN, FLASH FLOOD!....no more  Reservation. Only one THING, I guess, I can do....as a RAINMAKER....go get a JOB as an Attorney....then LOSE all my Cases....

WASH my hair, it-s gonna rain! Hang out my Laundry, it-s gonna Rain! Vote Democrat, betcha a DOWNPOUR!!! Say I Love U. YA GONE!!! Just like dat Rainmaker....in Story and Song.

YO! RAINMAKER!!!!


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... HIGH SCHOOL, Shoot Out, SELFIE!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...HIGH SCHOOL, Shoot Out, SELFIE.



*Witness. NOBODY stood UP when the Shooter entered the Art Class Room, somehow, everybody-s Cell TWEET, additional APPS, NO REALITY, OUR DISCOURSE, no Use, phones, thrown away, scattered, and Unfinished TWEETS, no Cyberspace, NO FRICKIN  Inter/net to save your WITS when MURDER flies, there-s YOU, trying to save your Life!
OK. Everyone forgot their Phone/thingy.
ODD. Must have been some kind of REALITY.

WHO BULLIED the Kids Sister, so she had to CHANGE Schools, Santa Fe and just WHOO, ya WHITE BREAD Suburban Rags, lit the FUSE to piss off the Murderers in Colorado, COLUMBINE School...

It DON-T get ANY better....Who WRACKS up the NEGATIVITY in Washington D. C. that TRICKLES down to U and ME...WHO steals your Childhood, a SELFIE, a Caravaggio, a Child-s HATE is Insurmountable!

Talking, Walking, High School Shoot Out. Some PARENTS SONG...Maybe IF we hadn-t been SO drunk on OURSELVES we might have HEARD our Children's Song.

And ALL those MAYBES. The KID, in the face of DOOM....OK, Man! Let me FILM ya ACTION...to save his LIFE...CAMERA ROLLIN. This is LIVE on Facebook!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ya gonna shoot me TOO!!!
Nah. U R Network News. U R ALREADY DEAD.

Killer walks away. Shot dead, or arrested by Swat Ninjas. Film Kid wanders away, takes a final SELFIE and then throws his Cellphone into the nearest swamp.


c2018,davedelacroix,LORD BORGO,Sciacca,Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... COUNTRY MATTERS.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix,....Country Matters.


...She WAS a good time Gal, she drank, drunk, Whiskey. SHE was a Good Tyme Gal.
She was JUST LIKE that Movie, BABY DOLL.  Real THANG, a Good TIME Gal, a Gal U could TRUST, a Buddy...So I fell in  Love, age 13, mostly Weekends,  out in the WILDS, Country Matters.

CHORALE!!!!

Heavens to Bettsie
my UN/sound GONG!
Went to the EAST
gone WEST<
YO U Traveller, who pass  on by
as Nothing  Lived...
Even the LOCALS know the rest.

She  was a good kid. YO! My Buddy C.C.in my same Class. We swapped Conkers, Collected Cards, Marbles. Stole each others School NOTES. Exercised the Horses nearby the local Golf Course off BRINSWORTH LANE FARM...

DAD had a Putting Green. Neighbors had a Putting Green.
Graduation. A hole in one. At SCHOOL....I Passed.
HER best bet was to marry some Scumbag who owned 3 Bars in Sheffield. Which she did.

SHE  and ME. Our  mysticism, methinks, still prevails upon the School Playing Fields... That Belladonna, JUST LIKE A WOMAN,  who opened my eyes and enjoined the passion of Youth, some KID, equally, flailing, SCREAMING for Life-s Cheap Trick!


c2018,davedelacroix, LORD BORGO.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... VIRTUAL....

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... VIRTUAL


*for Savant Dan Randolph who KNEW this Gig, long before...


OMG!!! A Virtual BIRTHDAY!!! Like a Virtual Birthday cake!...

Virtual LOVE
Virtual Life
Virtual Vino, JOY
Virtual brewskies.

Virtual Melancholy
Virtual PAIN
or Pizza.
Virtual NOW
Tomorrow
Virtual yesterday

On the Virtual Beach
Under the Virtual Rain,

Virtual Memories
Virtual Past,
PRE Internet
that were never to last,

Virtual Peace
Virtual WAR
Accord, discord
Spaghetti!!!

Virtually PRO/found
that some Prick
discovered
under a Virtual Stone...


c2018,davedelacroix,piazza Scandanalito, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... VOLARE

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....VOLARE.


*tried to FIT this IN with Vecchio Canzone Volare.


Lost all my Money
in Las Vegas
then hitch hiked to
RENO
Called OFF the Wedding,
no money for a Ring

Zapped off to Atlantic City
NO improvement
now I-m playin 21
with a Navajo Gal
in a Chicago Reservation,
Volare!

Busted into California
called ahead
so I could warn Ya
Creditors are Swarming
I get NO Peace

Think I-ll go to
MONTE CARLO
they speak French.
I know a Guy
GINO.
Pretty soon
I-ll be back on the Beat.


c2018,davedelacroix,murphys bar, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...ONLY the Dead

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...ONLY the Dead.



Only the Dead...
can grab U by the GOOLIES
when ya half awake
to RAZE the colossus
of your GIG
and FIX
a mean, dark eye.

Only the Dead can KISS
your breath on a Night,
UN/expected
with UN/raging d-amour
like bad juice milk
from the TIT
of a Sophomore

Only the Dead
get UNDER your Skin
to undermine Fate,
destined, to CURDLE
the best laid plans
of Mice and Men,
that ANAL
in a Vaginal womb

Only the Dead KEEP
the light on at night
whilst U gamble your Estate,
your Wife
in a Lovers arms,
your Children, ergo,
in MINE
to Lullaby each passing
year, a toy for joy,
a BITE, a tear.

Only the Dead
gaze longingly,
IN/utter ably patient
for U to disappear...



c2018, davedelacroix,cafe porta Palermo, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...INCA GOLD.

Our Man in Europe, dav Delacroix...INCA GOLD.


Inca Gold, Blood diamonds, a jewel from India, the corn that U grow, your daughters lost Virginity. A grasp at the breeze, a sail before a wind that drives U into spinney diversity that, lately, or before, U cannot Understand...
A GREED
An UN kiss
No Mommas kiss
A dead Padre, no Legacy,
An IDIOT WIND.

INCA GOLD, Blood Diamonds. A DE BEER. A Window Shop of Suffering grounded in SLAVERY, repression, ANIMAL SOCIETY, dog eat dog... ALL for a Lady...on the Rue de Madeleine, Paris, who can show off her Multi Carrot Engagement ring, have lunch at the RITZ HOTEL, maybe later, a fait da accompli, suck off the handsome Waiter-s COCK in the lavish
MAXIMES bathroom, apres escargot,  then wipe her mouth off on that jewel of Cold.

Inca Gold.
Inca Gold.
How LONG will it take for YOU
to stop Raping Me...

When your GREED Usurps and exhausts MY basic Need.


c2018,davedelacroix, Café Porta Palermo, Sciacca, Sicily.

c2018,davedelacroix,Florio Café. Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ...Saturday Night to Sunday Morning.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Saturday Night to Sunday Morning.


*dedicato. Alan Sillitoe. Author of....The Loneliness of the long distance Runner.



Saturday Night to Sunday Morning, X3.


1. IL RAGAZZO

She-s Checkin- Me Out! Checkin Me Out! BEHIND her Spectacles...she-s checkin me out  BIG TIME, checkin me Out! A FEMALE VADIM!!! 12 years old! No EVIL in her Soul...Leather jacket, Denims, Addidas shoes, chewing GUM, holding her Pappas hand!!!

She-s Checkin Me Out, my ANTIQUITY, my Beer Gut, my cigarette, my VINO! She-s checking ME out!

SHE-s checkin Me Out. How I SURVIVE the...some say, PRE Adolescent BIG KAHUNA TEST, her Pappa holding her hand. I resort to Pen and Paper, appear DEVOUT or Fucked up on some 1960s Kool Aid Acid Test.
Usually works.
Roll ya Eyes and speak Swahilli. Kids usually Via Con Dios, God Willing or Iced Cream at the Buffet.

Alas...She-s Checkin Me Out! Some Kid with a Shout! Goddammit, Ragazza, Avante, grow! Grow, Ragazazzi...The Years to come. Your OWN adventures yet to come!


2. Bianco/Nero Canzone...Old Movie Song

Do U want Ya Mamma,
do U want Mamma,
do U want ya Guitar,
THAT man plays.
Do U want your DADDY,
Blues, escape, Canzone,
do U want ya Pappa,
riding the Rails...


3. Rogue Wave

Rogue Wave came on UP to U, took ya Heart...and U lost your shoes< rogue wave, don-t give a damn about ROOTS, kiss off ya Soul, the leather on a shoe.
Rogue Wave, A BAMBULLA, sometimes, HISSES like a LAMIA, No Ship, no harbour SAFE, no Roma, the Snake UN/coils in Napoli.
Rogue Wave, destroys your World. Rogue Wave, maybe won-t come back again except....in ECHOES of a Rogue Wave.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...3 WHEELs on mah Wagon...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....3 WHEELS on Mah Wagon.

It-s HALF a Song, Canzone.


3 Wheels on mah Wagon...


THREE wheels on mah Wagon
told a tale on ME babe
3 suckers I cannot account for
said I was Untrue
3 BABES on mah Wagon
caught me Guitar Blue
an dem Cherokee Gals
got me by the NUTS!

TWO wheels on mah Wagon
out on the Oregon Trail,
Colorado and Wyoming
I-m a Man, I-m WEAK
and LATELY I-m frail!
2 wheels get U Nowhere
but I-m California bound
jess don't tell dem ARAPHOES
I-m leaving town.

ONE WHEEL on my Wagon
pawned everything I own
CELLPHONE, nut everything ELSE
as gone, no Internet, ALONE
One Wheel, O sole Mio
what I gonna DO
I-ll play mah Guitar
under the stars,
I guess I-ll THINK of U!


c2018,davedelacroix, Casis, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...O LUCKY MAN!..Fortunata Ragazzo!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Fortunato Ragazzo! O Lucky Man!


*dedicato, Sciacca, Sicily Film Maker Nino Sabello.




...GIMMIE a PEN!, broken glasses, VISION so that I CAN see.


1*.....

NOBODY knows
CAIN and ABEL, was he ABLE, on Medicaid, beating UP Cain! Nobody KNOWS, Romulus and Remus, fisticuffs and AS for the SHE WOLF I KNOW, not again. Nobody KNOWS Romeo and Juliet< happens EVERYDAY! Nobody knows just WHERE U are going, today, in History's Train....
OK. HERE we Go.

Nobody knows
Cain and Abel
was he able
on Medicaid
in aWheelchair
beatin-up Cain
or Abel
WHICH ONE had the UPPER
better Prosthetics

Nobody knows,
Romulus and Remus
fisticuffs, BOXING!
And as for the SHE WOLF
I don-t know
not again
Seems it comes around
every Saturday Night
Wife Beating,
BASTARDA
tits and Testackle!

Nobody knows
just WHERE U are going
Today
in History-s Train
and nobody will remember
your last kiss
but Me.

The beaten Wife
the beaten Kid
the LIFE
that is supposed to be.
Your DANGER
comes not from Roma.
In Napoli, South,
where the snake
lies en/coiled.

Nobody knows just where
U are going.

O lucky Man. O lucky Girl.
Bueno fortunato....

CHORALE>  GIMMIE a PEN, a BROKEN Vision. And I will BE with thee.


c2018,davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...DAVE DELACROIX for PRIMIE MINISTER of ENGLAND.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...DAVE DELACROIX for PRIME MINISTER of ENGLAND.


...even whilst I am posting THIS my Net thingy has been SCOPED by the Fascists Powers that BE....To BE or not TO BE, or BE not.


There-s a Mulligatawny of Spaghetti reasons as to WHY I will NOT avail myself to guarantee a Minestrone for the Irish Stew of British Government. I will NOT enter into British Politics. One< too little Garlic, no Ginger, few ONIONS, parsley, Sage and Thyme. Diced Vegetables, without Extra Virgin Olive Oil, invariably lose there sheen. Leaven bread MAY be good for Passover, Cornish Pasties evermore! Hot Cross buns are sometimes useful. So is Pancake Day! Yet without a Haggis, a Lancashire Hot Pot, a Yorkshire Pud, Cakes and Ale as your mainstay shalt not prevail. As for Fish and Chips, mushy peas, Bitter Ale, ply ON followed by a Madras Curry, molto picante, or General Tso Chinese, fried rice, a succulent kebab, a Sausage roll down on Brighton Beach, there-s much to be said for a Farmers lunch, pickled onion, celery, a pork pie!
HENCE, I give my reasons for abstaining from Political activism.  Outright Culinary and Cultural diversity!The international savoir faire, Le Cock Au Vin and Beef Stroganoff, WEINER SHNITZEL hungers for my taste. Getting TRASHED in the Harcourt Room Bar in the Houses of Parliament at the Tax payers expense affronts not only my Ethics, my digestion,  but also my Dignity.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily. A Yorkshireman, West Riding, born to the Manor and Bred.

Our Man i Europe, dave delacroic..... Nobodys Song.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, NOBODYS SONG....



...There-s Nobody in Iraq or Iran without an IMaNs smile, raped Poetry by HAFIZ, made Country style and  there-s no bloody Catholic in County Clair, erstwhile. Blarney Incorporated!
There Nobody to cross the Style.
There-s no upper class Englishman who-ll MUCK with Dirty Kids, or out in INDIA, Calcutta, No Shaman who-ll give a fig.
No BUDDHIST outside of the Temple, no Kangaroo, Marsupial better dance than U.
A Cookerberro Sings!!!
There-s Nobody in that JACKASS faith U view.

There-s NOBODY in HISTORY who can countenance WHO we are.
BEGGARS of a dysfunctional GATHERING.
A PISS TANK of GREED....Thorsten Veblen's
sings your SONG all the way through BLOODY History.
Conspicuous Consumption don't mean a Thing....when GOd...the Big Guy, pokes ya Dick or Vagina!!!!

It-s ALWAYS tough to BE, to be U.
Sunglasses. Haircuts. Change of Vocation. Change of Address.
Or GO and catch a falling star and tell me where all Envies lay
or who CLEFT the Devils foot....U with YOU or ME
SO far....then find....what WINDE....serves to advance an honest mind
SUCK Vagina, suck DICK! SUCK MONEY!!!!

There-s NOBODY in England. CLASS Scumbags. Got no time
 UN/freed as a Traveller, a Constant IMMIGRANT, a Strannieri,
a KICK ASS ATTITUDE we sing our song and weave our Tyme
between Gods and Devils and hope for better times
. It-s  a NOBODY-s SONG....It-s Nobody-s song that lived so long.

There-s Nobody in Iraq, Iran. Nobody in Russia. In America. In China.
Nobody in Vietnam. Just KIDS like Me singing NOBODY-S SONG
...and doing the best they can.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Day of the Jackel..1, 2, 3!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..DAY of the Jackel 1,2,3!

1..

I gotta GO get dat BREAD. Momma, Pops said I gotta go get dat BREAD. I RUN, my sandals slap, SLAP, SLAP! on the Strada like Mamma Mio!
I gotta GO get dat BREAD...for my Sisters and little Brothers to make the CUCINA complete! How do I run! How do I run!!!...Yet HOW I run.

I gotta BE a STAR, I gotta BE a LIVING Jonbenet! Or Billy Shakespeare, TO BE what I-m S-pposed to BE...a long way from delivering BREAD, living like a Monk / in DREAD / with marriage to Bela Flamina!!!!


2,,,

*so I wrote, big hit song>

Don-t U get FUNKY, babe, don-t U get SO sweet and don-t U have NO epiphany with everyone U meet....I DUN it a 1,000 times playing on the STREET! Don-t U GO to Los Angeles especially without Me
or DIVE off the Santa Monica PIER, it-ll ALL end in tears. An don-t U kiss da MANN who promises da MOON< you-re HIGH NOON will come...all too soon.


3...

3 SHELL GAME!

3 shell game. Which ONE! Dwap! Dwap! Dwap!
HERE I am! Yes, it-s ME!
OK. Watch da BIRDIE!
Weeeeeell, SNAP! Your eyesights better than Me!
DO U know the way to San Jose...IF U gotta GREEN CARD....!




c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Pushkins Ghost

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....Pushkin-s Ghost.

*dedicato.... Angela S. and Sergei. From Russia with Love.


Do not despair Countessa. I-m wearing my Summer Suite of clothes. Yup! Matching white socks! No Biggie! Do U remember last year at Marienbad. I remember that pink, pal rose lace evening gown... U swirled when U walked, flightless, as if compounded in Time U became TIME itself!!!!... My glass of Champagne dissolved. I put my Panatella aside. My stud collar attire was never more relaxed beneath my tuxedo. Flower vases and Napoleon Penguins. At the ball. Stravinsky, Mozart. Vivaldi. ALL! But above ALL  it is U that sears my memory. All is UN/conjured. No Self aggrandizement, No Selfies, No IN/utterance. A glance. A smile. An indivisible. A future ghost of my Spirit, within or without, I know not.
My dearest Countessa. I will see U perhaps on the terrace of the Palais Giardini. Excuse my late morning preoccupation. Honour dictates, but I WILL see U at noon . I have to fight a Duel.


c2018,davedelacroix,Piper Bar. Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....TITS and Testicles...

Our Man in Europe, dave delcroix,....TITS and TESTICLES.


Tits and testicles! Step right Up! P.C. NON SMOKING Fascists, no problem! Put their Asses on the Butchers board. Stand back! It can get expletive bloody. Adjectives blowin in  the breeze. There WAS an old Woman from Swansea. A belladonna. I lost her address. WotchagonnaDO. These Ignacius tits and testicles that sliver on your carving board, Jonesing for a cigarette...

Tits and Testicles, Diamonds, a buck a piece. COME U TERRORISTS and blow up DE BEERS. Never was a BUSINESS that created ILLUSION ergo SUFFERING, high to low. NOT that I advocate altruistic Violence. Hit them where it HURTS. Gieves and Hawkes Tailors. The WHITE CLUB, St. James, upper class knocking shop across the street from London-s RITZ Motel. Tits and Testicles reach DEEP into BLOOD DIAMONDS, the SODOMY of obscene wealth. That obnoxious coin for their Ferryman Accountancy, tax deductible.

Tits and Testicles. % Euros. A KILO. Going out of Business sale! Step right UP ya Smucks! Get REAL. This ain't Ellis Island or da  Ma and Pappa Market down on HOWSTEN STREET, lower Manhattan. This is YOUR TITS....and your Test/Tackles, your GOOLIES on the SLAB. My knife is razor sharp....

On the ticker/tape, TWEET  of your LIFE forgive me for casting a shadow.


c2018,davedelacroix, café Porto Palermo, Sciacca, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix,,,,SO long at the Fair.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... SOooo ...long at the Fair! SO long at the Fair.


So long at the Fair
U Numb nuts
UN/between
what is NOT there.

So long at the Fair
Jasmine, Lace
on a Leather
Saturday night.

So long at the Fair.
I Introduce U
to U, or Me, to U
go tell!

So long at the Fair
Fascist, Provincial
HOUNDS! That rumble
in your INNER
darkness.

So long at the fair
SO many broken strings
too many I DON'T CARE!!!
And AS for this Carousel
I-d gladly introduce
a wrecking ball.


So long at the Fair
how sweet U look
and those Earrings
bespeak a Master touch.

So long at the fair
for tonight
for U.
So LONG at the Fair
for U.



c2018,davedelacroix,Modica, Sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Song.

Our Dude in Europe, dave Delacroix....SONG!

...that Saturday night new day Sunday morning that just went on too long. Say WHA!!!
I didn't want War, couldn't do too much without Peace, didn't NEED a fracture, re/setting bones, a kiss before a feast, and that POUT, those Earrings, Way come and Get Me Necklace, make Poet Baudelaire think about All Nite Porn, till dawn! Hard to DO in Cemmeterie Montparnasse, 6 feet UNDER, but ya never know...
Ou sans les neige d-antan, where are those bloody SNOWS that redeem our Souls to fire our BUTTS and, least ways, project our NOSE, we Dogs of War in a Comfort Inn, pissed off by no Room Service to distract the Mobile Hell, our inner hearth, our brother, our kin and the TRASH of History we leave behind....
That Saturday Night new day Sunday Morning, war and peace, love or lost, for U....text Me!!!!...that just went ON too long. YUP! Ya got it. That Saturday Night/New Day Sunday morning...that just went ON too long.

Oh! I asked Santo, Barrista at Bar Odeon, Sciacca, Sicily, yesterday, is it Wednesday....He replied, Today is Thursday.... He slapped me around a tad, saying  We HAD Wednesday, yesterday.

Yup! That Saturday Night new day Sunday Morning..... Get Ya every time!....


c2018, davedelacroix, Porto Palo, Sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BEACHES.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...BEACHES.


I brought the beach Umbrella, the beach Prop/up DIVAN lie down  thingy, the Beach wheelie bag STACKED with cans of Draught Guinness, Vino Bianco, corkscrew, plastic cups, tissues, extra tobacco, cigarette papers, SUNSCREEN, a kitchen extended gas lighter, my note book, 3 pens, a jug of Yogurt, forgot the spoon, a humongous Ham on brown bread  PANNINI smeared with butter, ketchup and Dijon mustard, some Q/tips, my Costa Rica Jungle hat, nero shorts and nero Crosby, Stills and Nash Tee shirt....and my good looks.
I had THE BEACH tutte Mungus scoped out. No worries. No prioccupare. Basta! I-M da MAN!!!
What could go wrong....Question.
*Sciacca, Sicily.

I had come a LONG way. I had hitch hiked from New York City to Los Angeles. Many encounters, many faces, GREAT Americans enabling me, rootin for my destiny!  Finally, in MALIBU, as it was THEN, a coastal community of Movie Stars and a plethora of subservient Worker Bees who counted their prestige by limited association with those very Movie Stars that U or I care little or less for, as we should. Still!  I made it! West coast. First night in the BUUU, Mali/whassit! ...Foggy, dank, dark.
The tide is out. I have 10 bucks, liquor store neon...on that foggy night....so sucking on cold brewskies under the Pier, adjacent Surf/rider point, rock star Stevie Nicks twists and twirls, wearing a turquoise cape, dances by in the all enshrouding, anonymous  fog  whilst my OWN brows grit for tomorrows penury survival. And too wacked out to sing RHENANIA!
...Malibu, California.

Scorby Mills, by Scarboro, by Bridlington, as any home grown Yorkshire kid will know...The Pallisades of  an IN/land epiphany, where from, where landed the Vikings and the Danes. Meagre beaches, hidden coves, Flamboro head, Danes Dyke< please! No jokes! I was at a Scout Camp there, Flamboro Head. There-s a lighthouse, ancient church, etc. We boy scouts were given a Discovery trail. Clue on clue led U on, excepting ONE clue, the FISH in the SKY....Turned out to be the Salmon on the old Churches weather vane and to this day, looking UPwards,  instructs my perspective!
....Flamborough Head, Yorkshire, England.


In Jaco, Costa Rica, Surfing, Cheeseburgers, Burritos, Tacos, displaced, aging Yankees. A spiritual graveyard, ever IN/fused by FAZED Americano Surf riders a head of NONE and a dollar short. Black beach, incestuous foliage, bugs galore, NO SMOKING every where U try to eat or drink!  Social Fascism at its best.... under a canopy of paradise sunsets and  great white sharks in coastal waters where Angels fear to tread. The Rich Coast. My buddy Carol and I walked many a beach mile yet still could NOT evade the House, Hip/Hop gorging DJs. What DRIVES this GEO/insanity, the Scum of greed as a 3 foot long Salamander wanders, careless,  ahead of my feet...
......Jaco, Costa Rica.

DAMNED black sand, Dave!
Yup!...Mind ya Umbrella!
Jeeze!
Close.
U seen Mickey
No.
U seen Sam or Neil..
Check the Ambulance guys...
Half of THEM are dead.
I know.
U got some WATER
I-m dyin
Not Yet, ya piece o- shit!
Wha!
Lets switch Dog tags!
Why not!
Yup! Double luck!
Greetings from IWO JIMA,
Life-s a Beach!
and Fuck U too!!!!


Fast forward....Mio, Foggia beach, Sciacca, Sicily. The beaches have not changed. As for ME or  U....I cannot say.



c2018,davedelacroix,foggia beach, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Lady from Shanghai, verses 1 to 5.

Our Man in Europe dave Delacroix, The LADY from SHANGHAI, verses 1 to 5.


NO NUMBERS! On dat LOW RENT night when I woz fondling your dress, didn-t LOOK so bright, the HOUSE, still, the neighbours KIDS, somehow not wailing and the BAND at the corner, local bar< predictable!

SAN FRANCISCO meets Shakespeare... HOW...singing...OFT I-ve seen thee dancing, dear, a PEEK above the knee where all the World and his brother, converse, eternally...tra la la.

.....I left my Cellphone in San Francisco, and NOW, no TWIT, No Text, no Amore!!! So I masturbate frantically to keep from being bored.
How OFT I sing of your delights, Offline or Internet which keeps me from going stark raving mad from the Man I-ve never met.
In JUNE a Morris dance.
July, things get THIN and WHOA!!!!
How  OFT Ive seen thee SURFING, righteously, in the month of May, your KNICKERS ever lasting, up and down today. A kiss a POKE, an OMIJI, a devout, nunnery smile. How OFT we see our YESTERDAYS. How OFT, when we notice.... we see them smile.

WANDA. Tough nite, Summer in the City. Sucking Dick, $20 aint so pretty WotchagonnaDO so here I go again! That MOTOWN next to U.

Police Report. Fucker SHOT out of da windA. wE RETURNED FIRE. Idiot Dead. In the Morgue. Plastic wrapped. U wan him. Be my guest.
Little Gal, hiding in the basement...took a PEEK...on the kitchen table, bloodied, a note.
I want to Walk with U, a Summers day, love is here to stay. Daddy.

The Sound of Music...Tra la la...

CLIMB every mountain, follow every dweam, till U find dat rainbow, till U want to SCREAM!
A dweam dat will live.. for as LONG as U live.. every day of your LIFE ...U must....put your head between your knees then SQUEEZE!
Climb every mountain....and all that OTHER good stuff, till U find dat Rainbow, pretty much impossible, but don't forget the Sunscreen.


YABOO! Now when I was a wide eyed Lad in love with a Shanghai Lady I pretty much protected my Virginity.
Alas. Somethings never last.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Paul McCartney, Beatles Dude.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix,...Paul McCartney, Beatles Dude.


*dedicato> Darin Michael Kavanagh. Denver, USA,  Bass Guitar Maestro.


...A BOY with a boys heart, a kid, not mentioned, an after thought, a blot on tomorrows landscape, through insight, perceived, rhythm and blues, a TODAY.
U used to BE some Punk bass guitar wastrel hugging Ethnic canzone, bad boogie. Maybe a  Liverpool boy from the JIGGAS, ONE of US! A Penny Lane amongst ALL the lonely people from Yesterday... How come!!!
Unfound, the BOY, the Kid, O/BLA/DIH or fight like KIDS,  that we DID, that we ARE, with U, a Yellow Submarine. Something IN/Utero, any which way,  best...let it be.
Outside of the sonnets of Elizabethan Poet John Donne, nary a song, better sung.


c.2018,davedelacroix,Modica, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JAMES DEANs Left Leg.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... James Dean-s left leg.


*Its a Canzone.

I don't want U, I don't want U, I don't want U, 0.99 Euros, one pack of Carrots.
I don't want U, I don't WANT U, the price of BUTTER and your desire for Anal Sex.
But I don't want U,  this side of EDEN, James Deans left leg! Some Gal billy goat singing,
buy me a Mustang! Buy me a Keg!
I don't want U, cant believe I wanted U, but I don't want U... this side of Saturday Night...

....there ARE at least THREE more Verses..... Expecting DENVER Poet, REX MOSER to fill in the blanks with RAGING Flatlander Fender Guitar Solo.


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily