Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....DON-T U WORY BOUT Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Don-t U WORRY bout Dave Delacroix.




DON-T U WORRY about Dave Delacroix
if U DIDN-T pass it ON..
for Green Kryptonite,
the Man can STILL be Superman.
U DID, don-t pass it on. U DID.

Don-t U worry if U HAD a message from GOD.
Elucidated, a VISION, a homespun intuition
whilst polishing your Dildo, battery-expired,
no cape-crusader in the sky.

Don-t U worry about Dave Delacroix,
here and gone, a devil
in the fog,
squawking expletives,

a broken,
walking wounded, breast-proud less
of all your Guerra-bitch-medals, bleeding
Self-Indulgence. And a Romance!

NARCISSUS reigns in Poetry, BIG GUNS
silence the monotony of Indecision.
LOVE, like a fool
advances to the trenches.

Don-t U worry about Dave Delacroix, my sweet,
no-longer YOUR succour love-s venom
or that walk-between
where-in all human thought and feeling
feeds.

And when U arrive, don-t be embarrassed.
Your Credit Cards!
Perhaps, YET,
we will dance into the night!



c2018,dave  Delacroix, Sciacca-sicily.