our MAN IN europe, dave delacroix, KISS MY FORESKIN!

OUR MAN in Europe, dave Delacroix....KISS My Foreskin!

(dedicato. Suzie Homewrecker)


….I hadn't SEEN rUTH IN 30 YEARS, HEAD OF OUR Class, back when, short trousers, stuck with JUST GET ME OUT syndrome, Sheffield ART Museum, almost as resonant as nearby Rotherham Museum. One of them had a STUFFED Polar Bear!...OH! NO!!! NO Yearning. No Unvanquished, no Kangaroo! No D.H.Lawrence fuck Up World. Just Kids, kissing in the shadow of the Icelandic, stuffed Polar bear. Mammoth. Stinky. And All!

I hadn't SEEN sTEPHAN Reynolds in a while. My Gal, Anita Johnson, connects with the local POLICE, said HE was a Bohemian Bad Lot. One of those WAR of the ROSES dynamics. Steve-oh! was from KNUTSFORD, Cheshire.
Too young to figure it out. Saw him once in Piccadilly Circus. We went DOWN to WARDS IRISH HOUSE, now gone. Under EROS statue, he lubricated long since closed passage ways with his vomit.
Funny how that works. Old friends. Dick friends. Cain, Abel, Romulus, Remus. All eNGLISH Schoolboys endeavour NOT to break the Tradition.

Yet NEW folks, new jokes. new clothes, new spokes CRASHING YOU into new RAZZ, stuff U never ever really, ever want to hear…OR, Suzie...Existed!

I think of the 1976, Chelsea, Kings Road, highly educated, TITS and CUNT, Porn PUNK Lingerie, wicked, twisted Sister, outside of the Pub, begging, stretched, torn, fishnet stockings for less than the dye for her Purple hair. fUCK ME dAVE!...Always, when I had it, a 50 pence piece, I gave, and for my grace….Must'a bin crazy….always walked away.

I havent seen RUTH in 30 plus years. She gotta coupl'a Kids running round, someplace in England. Its NO Shakespeare. Probably THOMAS HARDY, might even be William Blake. A future to an Understanding.
Forgive me if a chew on a blade of straw, lying in a meadow, not unconcerned..but pre-occupied.


c2018/davedelacroix/sciacca,sicily.