Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Wokin for Da Yanqui Dolhar!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Woking for da Yanqui Dolhar!

dedicato. …………………..fill in da blank.


WORKING FOR THE Yanqui Dolhar
Vex Me, Vex Me!
Woking for Da Yanqui Boogie
SOUTH SEA BALLOON

Woking for the Yanqui Dolhar
I never give OUT my Private number
Woking for dat Hearst Saloon,
don-t Vex Me!

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar
Lookin for a GIG
Wokin for that SERENE Gal,
She Vex me, LOW

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar
When SHE comes back
she always wanna GO
but REAL SLO, real slow

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar
I got mah Number
SHE got mah Number
don-t Vex me Babee...

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar,
DANG-Vixen-!
Woking for da Yanqui Dolhar!
Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar,
She got Me...all alone.


c2019. Tregolls Hse. Truro. U.K. Happy-New-God damn 2020!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... IL CIRCOLO!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Il Circolo....


IT-S ALWAYS TOUGH TO be happy when the skies R Blue, GALS on your Case driving A Maserati-U. It-s always tough to BE happy when U find your Guitar IN-tune and the House-wife, next door, sounds like Roberta Flack. Black Chick!...and U R lost in some Race-criterior... It-s ALWAYS, bummer! -tough to be HAPPY when it-s a New Year-s GIG, Love-Death-Bitch-Talk, People ALWAYS saying SORRY! -they forgot the AMP!! The Godamn VOX!!!...life on Tour...It-s always tough to BE Happy-happy when SHE says, I love U, YOU, the duderoni, dont believe HER but why should U...No! Fricking whossit-sorry!...a NATION goes into paroxysms!...It-s ALWAYS tough when a good friend passes away. S-Why there-s Happy Trails! And it-s always TOUGH to be Happy, my friend, dressed like a Clown in the CIRCOLO where U EXHIBIT...once UN-found...


c2019, davedelacroix. Still got a Pulse!!! 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BREXIT-WATERLOO 1 to 4.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Brexit-Waterloo 1 to 4.


1....

TEST-TACKLES!!! Who-s winning!
The 11th Hussars.
Where R they...
Left flank.
Where R WE.
Somewhere in da middle.
Have U SEEN Frenchie!
He joined the Other side...
With his LANCE!
Swapped it for a Sabre.
Horse...
Nope.
Just ridin his Dick.

...Later, in the Battle...

I just KILLED Frenchie. Came at me
with a Chicken-Drum-stick!
...With Garlic...
Fresh out! His dying words.
Steal his BOOTS!
...On my feet.


2.......


HE LOOKED LIKE a BAR BOUNCER
who-d just COME into Money. Everybody, including MIO wanted to KILL him ...mainly for his Gambling-Credit-Cards, go Carnival Seas Cruise, meet mysterious Gal in Fred-Holyhocks-lingerie who Betty-Bacall-s ya....Sweet Maan, U know how to WHISPER, don-t U Steve, Rick or Nigel...Ya just cross your LEGS then Blow a High Wind till Jamaica!.... I wish these LAPTOPS came with a built-In Ashtray....O.K. I had it ALL figured OUT. U would too, if U were MIO. Later that night I failed to get a CRIB at the Homeless Shelter.


3.....ALL DEM GLASSES, UN-broken, Friendships-zone South, broken hearts, debts, theft or Inequity, sons, daughters banged UP or CHANGE missin off the Dresser, a Court Buffoon expecting  Nothing but his gizzard on a SPIKE or AT the Stake of Common-Consent like some Winston, IKE, riding atop a Sherman Tank, a Roman triumph GRINDING under foot the MAMMA in da BLITZ who washed your UNDIES, made U go to School. Got the Congressional Medal of Dementia!


4.....2019. Can of Chicken Soup.
Heinz Baked Beans.
Loaf of Wheat Bread.
Veg. Stock Cubes.
1 Pound each.

C-est la VIE Mon Brave!...The PRUSSIAN, BLUCHER arrives on the Battlefield. ALL IS LOST. Forget your Muskets. Grab the PIG. The ONIONS!!! To Paris. Madame Le Farge. A Cousin! She hosts a Pensione in the Latin Quartier! Allez! Allez!!!...


c2019,davedelacroix. Tregolls hse. Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... L.A. Story.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... L.A Story.

dedicato. Dana Forbes.


The Death comes too soon. The Kid falling off a cliff or drowning in a swimming pool. And the horror-shock resounds, like staccato-screams. The Maid, the Nurse, the Butler! They run around like THIEVES and hungry. Yet No-one is guilty.
The Death comes too soon. Lady Charlotta, DEAD, even AS we speak drank that fatal Martini. WHO mixed the drinks...Allessando! Allessando. HAD to be! Or maybe the OLIVIa DE oyl-DUDE who supplied the Olives and the Lemon...

c.davedelacroix. 2019.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Ill met by Moonlight.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Ill met by Moonlight.


ALL THE LOST Amigos... after a Tequila or 2... wind Up with an Attitude, ill met by moonlight. ALL the faraway Valley Gals, same dandruff, sprinkle latent snowflakes in lieu of diamonds, a dress rehearsal to ENJOIN the lost Amigos-amazing, emotive-abra-sonambulistica!... Anyone spreads their LEGS or en-acts pornographic Love in the twilight of Moonlight! And why not! GOD-ordained! Parents be-damned!!!
Just WHO blows the first WAZOO! Who shatters the Socio-culturale MOULD! Like 2 preserved Porcelain dolls upon some musty hoarders collective shelves, coated with dust, dank, aging-slime, forgotten, inwardly, reptile-screaming...for LA LUNA, the Moonlight, or a warm kiss, dependant on the Gulf Stream that rivers into your heart.
ALL the lost Amigos strum a Spannish guitar. And all the faraway Gals sway in the Moonlight.


c2019. davedelacroix. old grammar school pub. truro. u.k.

Our Man in Euope, dave delacroix... Night Train to Samarakand.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Night train to Samarakand.




Night train to Samarakand...I was wearing WHISPER, U were wearing SHOUT, some kind of PARIGI, U bubbled in Italiano. I brokered Lingua-Englese, didn-t get me a MILE, the Passport IDIOT, fell at your feet with your SMILE. I said, BOOGLI-BOOGLIU, sais, Babee U! Passport Guy thought he was getting laid!


smileYour Mink BOA
constricted my Style.
Next thing I know
like an Immigrant ESKI-WHOA
I-m in Lago Whatsit
Lake COMO Gondolier,
meet another  CHERI.


And it DID confuse Me as a sad Journalist how COULD I be fooledby a King-s er, Mistress.
yet she took me ONCE,
stripped me off mah Pants
....serious London Tailoring...


on that Night Train....
U got it...In THOSE DAYS
Condoms were pretty, er primitive.
I threw the thin SOCK
out da window before we hit MILANO CENTRALO.


Hi Honey. I know. Look a bit
dishevelled....TONIGHT!
La Scala!








c.2019.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... White Horses.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... White Horses.


dedicato. Inga. Munchen-Gladbach.


I was leaking a CRY for U. That DANG, that Song, that Curse, that THINGY, UN-to-U. I was leaking a Cry for U, U gone, dead, buried, long since in the Mine-field of Life, like what WE said, that forever dynamic, that SPRING a-la-VIVALDI that we hummed, a-SEA-s cresting white horses, yet still making it to the shore.
Don-t forget to say HI! to da neighbours... Something. With Love! Less, like War, We forget.


I was LEAKING a CRY for U, faraway, on some England-s green and pleasant fiscal tyranny. Like U, the land of my Birth, white horses, now gone.


c.2019. davedelacroix.

Our Man n Europe, dave delacroix... The Candle.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Candle.




DON-T LOSE YA CANDLE, don-t lose your Candle, just U and Me, DON-T LOSE this side of History! What WILL they say, what will they Write, their IN-sight OR Belief... U and MIO hiding-out in a CAVE, the Hunter ed -hunter ed down...for ROMANCE!!!
Wax and wane, WANE, in Intellectual despair. Do I reach for the VINO or go straight for your HEART....shuffling adjectives, couple nouns....we buy tickets on the ferry, bound for PAROS!




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Le Grande Armee.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Le Grande Armee.


dedicato. Collette. French Writer.


At the Cafe de la Paix we had to DIVVY up some change. PARIS. It was expensive, both thinking, JEEZE we gotta DO this crap again! U gave your Gold ring. I gave my fake Rolex watch. We bartered with the WAIT-staff. They didn't insist on our Under-wear, but we got OUT, free and clear, the price of dining above our means. And one credit card left, we took it to the Hippodrome, or MAZETS, cant recall. Johnny Depp was there. We glad-stared like Hollywood People do. Sodden in Pastiche. No thoughts what, why or when, another comma,Tomorrow, some Maigret-Paris, far from Les Halles-madding Crowd, just Tuxedo ed and Satin skirt, a throw-a-war smile. Then somebody got hit by a Citroen. Somebody puked on the boulevard, and Holly-go-lightly,  U stepped over it all. Another comma, nothing in your HEAD.... 3 hours later, when U bailed me out of the Police Closseur-Cell we hit the Faubourg St-Whatsit, eat fresh baguettes. I said, U look like a million dollars. YOU said, I look like hell. There was a Casino down the Rue des Grand Armee. So we went IN.




c2019. davedelacroix, a la recherche du temps perdu.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Let-s eat some Soup.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Lets eat some Soup.




Did U peal the Potatoes,,,
Let-s eat some SOUP.
Garlic, a Bay Leaf...
Let-s eat some Soup.
Did U remember to Conquer
the World
and bring it home to me.
Let-s eat some Soup.
And I see our Babee, Gregorie
is teething.
Let-s eat some Soup.


Gregoriev and his Cossacks ride by here every night and day. Do U know your Mama is dead, even the Dead Souls stay away. So take the last horses!!!


Did U find me a Satin scarf in Kiev or Moscow. ...


Did U peal the Potatoes...
Let-s eat some Soup.
Cabbage grinds or what we can  find,
Let-s eat some Soup. Let-s eat some Soup....




c.2019. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... East of Hollywood.

East of Hollywood.




East of Hollywood, Southbound, Milano, Paris, the slime of GREED permeates like a dank perfume. U can blame it on the Couch, the JEWS or the MUSLIMS....I-m awaiting the Allah MGM, where Saladin wins the Charriot race and CEASAR expounds...Ya God Damn ARAB, ya beat the frickin JEW.... It probably happened. Not in the Bible. Maybe in the Apocrapha or read a Rabbi-s Talmud,the foundation of \\\\\\\\\legal-\\\\\speak or in  Joshua, between the lines. There-s nuttin sacred here folks. People have their traditions. It-s Monkey-town. I like my Eggs sunny-side UP. If this gets me in a jam I will PISS on your Nightgown.  So...






c2019,dave delacroix....

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... ZIPPO LIGHTER!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... ZIPPO Lighter!




....NO SPAM at My On-line Funeral, no virtual Roses, wreaths, Gals with faces under Veils. And no sodomized boy-girl CHOIR, better Basso. Faure-s requiem. Let Mick Jagger wail!...metaphorically. ...and NO Limousines, minimal Carbon footprint and no Joking, but I hope SMOKING O.K. doobie-do! And when they BURY=burn my sorry Ol Ass-Zippo lighter and sprinkle=clinker on the river Seine, I leave U Lovers with one last thought, the Bar is OPEN...Let-s DO IT all again.




c2019, david

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Thinking bout a Friend.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Thinking bout a friend.


dedicato. Roger Armstrong. R.I.P.


I-m- just thinkng bout a Friend. Long since, it seems, I m THINKING bout amends, I-m just thinking-drinking DAYS that We....I-m just talking-yakking Blue. Not in my nature to just DO. I-m guilty as a Clown, like U, I can-t just quit DOWNTOWN, an-Yup! I-m just drinking to be drinking.


I-m just drinking for a Friend. Nobody in particular, somehow it could be U. And when the Almighty hauls me UP and whispers....BOOG-A-LOO, I-ll confess U meant a lot to me. I-m just thinking about a Friend. I-m just thinking about a Friend...




c.2019. dave delacroix, awash in Cornwall, U.K.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix... Where the Pussy Roams.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Where the Pussy Roams.




SURF-s UP BABEE, U in STYLE, long, long legs, yakkin AT MEH. I got NO worries, got some money and it-s YO!!! -a Saturday night, said the dog to the pony, hello Miss-Lonely...out on the prairie.
KISS ME AGNES. I ain-t got NO St.Ives. Last I heard they never took me alive! I-ll be your JESUS, Mary-Mamma-WILD. And if we kiss, a boog-a-loo Me! Such a shame we never got to drink a Tanqueray.
HOOPLA-BOOGIE, cat on da roof, that BIG Meow, a love...gone South. And as it-s YOUR testament I kissed and danced. But only U came OUT for a Chance, that Love-bite! That In-sight! S-where the Pussy roams.


And SO it goes. I was Sentinel. My Rockmount shirt, Lamas Cowboy boots, cheap-ass Stetson Sombrero. U walked out of that Music-Roadhouse-Hony-Tonk looking like a dishevilled CHICKEN...but I still took U in my arms and drove U home on a dark-velvet highway....Later, I would write OUR Song.




c.2019. davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Tomorrow-s Losers.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Tomorrow-s Losers.








....TOMORROWS LOSERS DRESS
rehearsing for their Cameo life.
Dripping-mascara, boys and girls alike,
SO COOL, the Cool
but when its spent, some numb nuts-
LIFE, shows up asking for the Rent!




TOMORROW-S Losers, everyone
but U and Me, DANCE=Jive da nite,
only the best Fashionista=flight...don-t
dance with me, I-ll dance \\\\\\\WIV U,
if ONLY....I could wear your shoes...




Tomorrow-s losers, existential SOUND,
a finite circle, a round and round.








c.2019. dave delacroix. truro, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Street of Fame.

Or Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Street of Fame.




OH BABEE don-t WRITE tonight. LET IT BE. Oh Babee, I-mah ON my knees, no PLACE to be... going for Tomorrow-s denizens who will take your WORDS and make them SNEEZE. Oh, my Lovely, let your Pen rest.
OH my Dear, make no VOW, better kiss the pillow of Love in this early darkness, the shattered mirror of Day that can come to Usurp your Dreams. I beg U, Unfound!!!
Oh my darling do not CONFINE-this, our love, a falling star. Let-s HIT the road, drive through the night on Ventura Boulevard till Hollywood where, there, U can walk upon the dead Stars of Fame
and possibly weep.




c2019, davedelacroix. Sunset and Vine. New years Eve. No Traffic. With Actor Steve Lee, R.I.P., a dedication.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... HAFIZ

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... HAFIZ




It-s A COLD TOMORROW, Kids. Always was. Like the Good Old DAYS that never were....There-s NO Cosmic diatribe, NO Prophets, no ABRACADABRA, no dude or babe wearing a Veil or a Hoodie. The PERSIAN Poet Hafiz...before the MULLAH Zealots censored his Writings....


Do NOT play with the Tigers cubs nor shatter a woman of her illusions.


It IS indeed  a COLD Tomorrow. As for MEN, Shakespeare, like Hafiz, has something to say.


The Night is LONG that never finds the Day.




c2019.davedelacroix. Milk. 2 bucks. Bread, 2 bucks....Maybe I can by some Brussel whassit!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BURRITO MAN.

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




BURRITO-MAN
all dem GALS
complaining, TACO-MAN, too short,Quesadia Twins
like dat Enchilada Gang,
and Cerveza got NO Biz on a Sabatta Notte,
BURRITO-MAN
keeps it all SO tight, El Brazzos!


Burrito-man
wishes away his Sombrero
enjoying the Fiesta,
musica-ranchero, and kisses for Juanita.


And there-s NOTHING wrong, nothing strong, nothing, a
strum on A Guitar.
U Fools that WIN, no Paradise,
Burrito-Man ever-more.


And ALL them Gals, Tourist-Senoritas too
will never know why Burrito-Man
is so Cool.




c.2019, dec. davedelacroix. Cinco da Mayo!!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... NO Dominion!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NO Dominion!




NO DOMINION, NO Katsoo, no Cognoscenti, no Lavoro. No Boog-a-loo, just ME, YOU and the CLOWN U walked In with!
No WAZEE, no Being, nor Being Free...I lost the Coupon!
Gone with wind like SO many Friends.
No JAZZ-a-ratazz, no Blues I can think of, just twilight, Insight and the spectre of a lonesome Tomorrow.


MILK, BREAD, BUTTER, EGGS, SUGAR, COFFEE. -Grocery list. The Market closes at 5.30p.m.




c2019, Dec. Ourmanineurope, davedelacroix.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix.... DANZIGERMANN

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Danziger-man.



HE WOZ DA Danziger-Man
The D.Z.
He was HER Man! He was her Man!
The DANZIGGERMANN!

Nothing I could DO. Absolutely NUTS!  Nuttin-about it... even though I cared.

My GUITAR, my LUTE, my Balalaika,
electronic foot-pedals, light-lazer shows,
NO BOOGIE. Tried Marcel-MIME. A WINK!...Not a chance.

HE was the Danzig Man. The Male IRON. Prussian. Polish. CHESH! -some kind of Gig!

Took her for every penny she had!


c2019, davedelacroix. Seaguls cryin in a dawn sky!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Greensbro, North Carolina...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Greensbro, North Carolina. Black Boy...1945.

…..Still awaiting for mah  MA, my Mama, with my eyes wide open. A song of Victory, accordin to the Neighbors. On the Porch, sittin, MAMMA-s missin, White Boys ragin, runnin round with TORCHES in this Bottom land.
The Time-s A-changing, I-m sittin, thinking of JEESE, who I sit next TO in SCHOOL.


c2019, dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe,dave delacroix... Hollywood Massus!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Hollywood Masseur!


A PAY CHECK FOR Jesus
and GOD on the other side.
Do We kiss, do WE write a song
some time
in L.A.

A KANGAROO just danced across the Designer Lawn in
Laurel Canyon, by Hollywood.

SHE-s UN-cupped
Bikini at the Pool,
YO! I KNOW.


The Tourist Bus arrives.
This is where-WHASSIT,
Mae-Blessed-lived...Clark
Gable, apposing kitchen window.

We rent this place. The
tall Palms are Imported...

Would U like a SHOULDER
Pay-check from Jesus
or can U afford
a rub on the other side...

OK Girls. Disappear.
I-m getting MISTY. Welcome to the Hollywood Clinic.

A Pay Check for Jesus
and God
on the Other side.
Do we Kiss or write a Song
sometime, in L.A.



c.2019. davedelacroix, L.A. boogaloo.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Bacon and Beans.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Bacon and Beans.\\




Up-temp C-W Rawhide Song!




Bacon and Beans.






…..We-ll I went DOWN to Tiny-Town
needed a Sheriff, the DALTONS GANG,
legs akimbo, lined Up on Wabash  and Main,
Silence...……….HISSSSSS!
DEAD!!!
Them Bacon and Beans!


…..Pretty SOON in History
word got around, Mister KIM
on the Korean Peninsular,
Silence.....HISSSSSS! He went,
INSANE
them Bacon and Beans!


And NOW I-m BIG
and In-Demand, my Resume,
the Berlin Wall,
the Iron Curtain
the Hatfield's and McCoys
…..competitive Supermarket chains.....
CREDITS UP the WHASSEE,
Silencio!!!! The Devil-s kiss
…...HIZZZZZZZ!
Them Bacon and Beans!


HA-WOOO! HA WOOO!


And IF the ALIENS
ever Invade
to screw up the CHAOS
that we-ve made,
NO WORRIES
Just send for Dave,
SILENCE!!!...…...HISSSSSSS!!!!!
Them Bacon and Beans....




c.2019, davedelacroix, Truro, Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Manhattan, Kansas, USA.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Manhattan, Kansas, USA.




.....I copied THIS Epsitle of Love from some Kid-s Kansas Refrigertor Door. PRE-Internet. When Folks knew how to Write, I guess.


Manhattan, Kansas, USA.




....THERE WILL BE NO beer
this Xmas!
LOOK in da Fridge and YULE find
there will be NO, etc.,
this time.


There-ll BE no MISSOURI
momentoes
on da refrigerator door
Cos mah Babee
tore me off her LIST!...






c2019, dave delacroix, in england, I feel your pain,,,,

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Venetian Blinds!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Venetian Blinds.








VITALBA-s Birthday. Number ONE, numero Uno the whole day through. Vitalba-s Festa di Compleanna. A Child, a Kid, a Rockstar, a friend of U. And as the SUN shines through Venetian blinds and yet, as love UN-entwines, a Carazone, a song perhaps for 2, and for ALL, missed OR missing, our PEOPLE, for U.and THIS Dude. Senorita. Yup! I-m Blue.






c.2018. dave delacroix....in England.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MY GROOVY VALENTINE

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MY GROOVY Valentine..


dedicato. USA Jazz Legend, ED BATTLE




MY Groovy Valentine
Kind hearts and Coronets,
Will I SEE U
Same time, next year...


My groovy Valentine,
Rose petals on a Bar,
No-wonder WE
Can grasp it ALL!


....I want to wish U
A certain kiss,
that only Lover-s can DO!


My groovy Valentine,
In the Autumn of our love,
My groovy Valentine
U.
My groovy Valentine,
U....






c. davedelacroix, truro, cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... CONTAINER TRUCK

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Container Truck




dedicato. victims. human-trafficking.




YO BABEE I don-t know
things lately, so SLOW,
R U my Groovey Man.
In Singapore or Katmandu
inside a Russian Transport
to Istanbul,
YO BABEE, a coin
for the ferryman,
we may sink or swim,
yo my love, I don-t know
and WHERE we going TO
somehow we gotta PROVE
to see the Light again.


It-s a kind-a Love
in this Container-truck
but I-m saving my life,
saving ALLmy life.
Am saving my Life for U.




c2019, dave delacroix.

Our Man n Europe, dave delacroix.... TUNE a Guitar!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... TUNE a Guitar!




dedicato.  Laura and Shelley, Old Grammar School...




Just when I thought the HYEENAS had gone away. The KILL was Cool, blood lips, SATIATION. Ask my Gal du Jour!
Just when I Poisoned-blackmailed my Hollywood-Competitors to suck their OWN Dicks, like a DIVA, one more GIG, move House, go BROKE or, Davey-s on the Road again, sometime.
NO CRIMINAL COFFESSION,just when my heart was broken, GOD-S messenger! Summertime! And the cotton was high, AND SINGING!
Just when I figured ONLY Epostle Blackmail would DO,  I figured out another Gig, poured me another drink... and tuned my Guitar!




c2019, davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MEEE KILARney Daughter.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MEEE Kilarney Daughter.




WHISKEY for theFerryman, Food for the Barber. Pass the Toilet paper to the Kids! Hide the Gold and Silver, that old Rembrandt from the Spanish conquorers and DO NOT declare...your Gaelic Quids! ME marry my Kid to a local boy, alas, , kissin goodbye for the Tax Man-s son or give his daddy a shot or a pellet in the spine. Remember! What-s mine is mine.
Whiskey for the Ferryman an I-ll see YOU all in the Spring. A Tax Man-s Son to marry my dahlin daughter, arriving with a polished ring. Arriving with a polished ring.




c.2019, dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Inspecteur MAIGRET

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Inspecteur Maigret.




GALS GOT MORE prick than the Boys, these days. SODOM is sanctioned as long as SHE has TITS, wears a Japanese bandana-glued to a Smart phone!
...some grumbling going on...
FRICKS sweeping Paris Streets, ANY where, in ENGLAND for that matter, they used to have a Degree in Philosophy, discussions in the park whilst sweeping the Gardins de Luxembourg, the Tuillieres forecourt, of  P.D. Ouspensky, Guardieff, that bugger Karl Popper, alas, no more, just trivia, football scores!
Inspecteur Maiget, retired, no longer on the beat. Lapointe, Lukas at the Brasserie Dauphin. Perhaps, wishing for the old Criminals they again could meet.




c.2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dae delacroix... St. James Infirmary.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... St. James Infirmary.




I WENT DOWN to St. James Infirmary. I went DOWN to see my babee die. I gotta lonesome GIG, nobody wanna hold my hand and it-s cold and windy, maybe, like death should be for the one U love.
Nobody can PICK HER UP, nobody can pick up Me. Everyone-s sombre, dressed in black. Nobody, nobody, but SHE.
I went down to S.J.I. All the kids R on Cell=phones. She used to ROAR, sing in them St. Louis nightclubs, not that THESE little rascals were old enough to be around. Her peers tremble and scatter. Cakes and Ale at Aunt Jossee on Grant, after the last breath.
I went down...to SAY GOODBYE, hold her hand, her lips a-tremble, no-one to tell or see. And all her past Lovers, bartenders, promoters, fans, her concert life of Make-believe passes into another dream. Sweet dream my Love. Sweet dream Louise!
In my hand she expired.
I went down to St. James Infirmary. I went down to see my babee die.




c2019. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Saint James and Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Saint James and Delacroix.


dedicato. Steven St. James




Dave and Steve IN TUXEDOS, this side of CADILLAC, better still, Hollywood Paradise....IN CONCERT. ON Tour M-dears! OPEN SESAME!. Lights ON!....I was busy scratching my CROTCH. Steve was combing his Locks! It was gonna BE a tough crowd, opening for Just Another-s Brother Band from Tennessee. THEn, whoa! The Spotlight. Our 3rd Song was, There-ll always BE an ENGLAND. Didn't go down well with the Oklahoma-City Rustics. The Stage-Chicken-Wire-Fencing took most of the blast, still, we got BUDDY-WEISER sprayed. Steve-s jet black hair-dye drooled, dribbled down his forehead and AT the time - before my Costa Rica Dental implants - I only had ONE front tooth so BETWEEN US, Steve and Dave, we did a DRACULA-thingy and got a REDNECK standing Ovation!
Later, in the dressing room, the Management-s Toilet, we doused our BRAINS with J.D. and said, YUP. Success! Just around the RORNER!....with an R.




c2019, dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... WHEN I fell in Love.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... WHEN I fell in Love.




SHE BROKE MAH heart in Westchester, lost my Virginity in Ploughskipsee...Then She took me to NEW YORK....I fell in Love.
I was a sweet Choir Boy out of Cowboy-Modesto... then She took me TO Montecito, CAL., where, once again, I fell in Love..
I was the ONLY Wazoo in KALLAMAZOO, some place, Michigan, Illinois, NOT TRUE! But might as WELL have been...when I fell in love. WOTCHAGONNA-Do!
She was Handy, a DANDY, she spoke Poetry like W.C.Fields-Mae West-combined!!! A-mah trying-desperately to recall her name,  the Sunrise! Yo! Keep moving!
GROANS! MOANING! EJACULATED SOUNDS! I JUST WON THE LOTTERY!!!
Sangin da Blues!
She Broke my Heart in LONDON....rhyming, etc. Keep it UP!.... THAT-s Up to U. When I fell in Love. When I fell in Love with U.




c.2019. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... UNDER the Volcano.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Under the Volcano.




Dedicato. L.S. Lowry




OH BABE, NUTTIN aint wrong and I dont wanna worry U. Things come and go, fast and slow, HOT and blow COLD, but I-m fine, just down in MEXICO.


OH BABEE, I gotta FANDANGO, a Marimba, a TANGO, an ARGENTINA where things GO fast N SLOE, hot N Blow cold...but not TOO hot in Oaxacana, down under the volcano.


OH BABEE. U got some Money!!! Gomez, the local Sherrif-Federales says I get OUT of this PEUBLO real soon if I just PAY 5,000 bucks to the local Majiore. Local big-shot. Meantime, Tacoes, Tequilla...and Burritos!


Finally, the WEATHER is fine and I-m getting a nice Tan!




c.2019. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...My Gal.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... My Gal.




Mah Gal
she dont DO me NO wrong-My Gal.
She IS the Song-My Gal, sweetest lullaby, my Gal N Me.


Mah Gal
makes the Sun do shine-My Gal. An I-m feelin fine!


Mah Gal
It-s heaven to Me, MAH GAL, babee U N Me!


Mah Gal
Compresses mah thrombosis with her BOA
but I-m SO in clover. Wotcha-gonna-do!!!


Mah Gal
she don-t, no worries. She is my Song. My Gal, sweetest
lullaby. My Gal N Me. My Gal N Me.




c.2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Theophile Gautier Blues.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Theophile Gautier Blues.


dedicato. Ling-Po-W0 in Shanghai.




THIS SIDE OF Summertime, DIZ side of Paradise, a SONG, I have found. DIZ SIDE of Beaujolais, this side of Billie Holliday, a SONG that I have found. DIZ side of BOO=GA-LOO, this side of U, a SONG that makes it Cool. DIZ side of Traufaut, this side of Fellini, a SONG, Calvados on the Move! Diz side, move on OVER! Diz side of Summertime, this side of Paradise, a Song-Sweetie!...that WE can find!




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... RAW by dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....RAW.... by Dave Delacroix.


Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... RAW!




editors note, Confuscious, Mandarin translation of Confucius after drinking Rice Wine




As Confucious Says, as Confuscious says...ALWAYS be wary of a MAN or GAL with a name of TEN Letters....Like Confuscious.


Are U Russian, are U Greeks-bearing Gifts, are U French, maybe U R AMERICAN or English. ARE the Chinese taking over the World and IF SO do we have to eat their god-damn food every Saturday night.
 I cant IMAGINE who paid attention. This was my briefing, delivered by retro 60s suit, black skinny tie, Adams apple on the half-shell, nasal-OXON....where do they GET these people! Yo. Relax. U R probably...never mind.
This was M.I.6.5 London boogaloo, Secret Meeting. My NAME is Classified.UN-classified, I=m, gimmie a cigarette, J.P Swindon. Seconded. Maybe like Confuscious. The 10 letter Guy.  from Royal Protection Unit-British Army, now docile in INTELLIGENCE, exposed to Ministerial drivel.... But they want ME to WHACK some ARAB.
Gun, knife, Poison Needle, kill him with a bad joke, either way...So I tried to be funny.
Easy Mojo. The WOG could ALMOST be wearing a FEZ. No disguise.
I, didn-t.
Sad sap, at the airport, fell down the stairs..
There-s NOT much U gotta bother about in MY line of work. It-s INSIDIOUS. Welcome too. The NEXT 300 pages of this STORY is your Mental GLUE....


 .2019, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... D n D Detective, MENU for Murder.....No Samoozas for Linguini.

Dave delacroix, Our Man in Europe.... D n D DETECTIVE, Menu for Murder....NO SAMOOSAS for LINGUINI.




CROPED from L.A. TIMES...


DnD, half baked SHAMUS, Pivi-Detective, half Italiano, his 3rd Mothers-side...from Sicily...


DnD hated busting fellow USA Immigrante, he-d rather go to Church. Ya know. Piss N Vinegar. Olive Oil. Stuff and FAMIGLIA..The deal came down, NO SAMOOSA.
The boy and girl, 8 or 10, swaddled.
Sgt. Nalty asked...
DnD steely pointed. First to discover.
Manuel, KID-assault. RABID-Molesta!
NO get out! No Palermo! Progresso, no futuro! screams Sgt N.


It was a STELLA moment, Like inocents, both Sgt. Nalty and DnD silently-unstabled,  taking the kids out in red ambulance blankets, glared wildly in their eyes, disjointed,  at just  how SOME People spin!
Who MAKES these MONSTERS!


The rest rest is flashing lights. Just like in the Movies.




c.2019, davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Mae West.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MAE WEST.




dedicato. Heather Dalton.




She woz a sweet senorita, sha should=a meet her ...she WOZ my babee, slick-decline, I walked down the Vodoo, she said I-mah HOODO, sweet Gal of Mine... cant make her SHINE.
I-m a NEGRO Journalist.
Then we danced ALL nite, and flapped our wings, so groovin, SO Divine, and a  100 years later the boys are winging.... their joys behind. I DID the Mussolunioni, I did the one trick Pony, back in -29, she said, and yet 100 years-a later those KIDS can-t compare Her SHINE.
She started out in Vaudeville. She  started out ON the New York Stage. She was some Punk kid, piss and Vinegar, she made her presence MADE. Then they put her in THE MOVIES, Cocaine and Cameras, to be sure. Everybody wanted her  BODY, alas but not today.
SLANG! SLANG! SLANG!
She-s living in a Hollywood Condo, rich as she can BE. She OWNS the building!  Buddy-s S-posed to swing by with a Line or a B-movie Contract. She ruffles her old BOA, sprays stuff across the room. Traffic resounds through the Sunset Boulevard window.
MY BABEE I am YOURS..that rasp whisper... Come UP....Come Up.and see me sometime!


WOTCHAGONNADO!!!!




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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... No Caviar for the Gendarme.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... No Caviar for the Gendarme.




I told the KIDS, no Caviar, leave the Champas at the Bar, the Cafe Noir, for later. I said to Maitre Defarge, my dislocated Soul, no worries, We would talk later. I whispered Blue to Mademosoiselle, the only words that would wrap around her Soul. I cursed and spat a sweet Pont Neuf memory which is when I knew I was in Love.
I walked a 1,000 boulevards and I smoke TOO many cigarettes, drinking Calvodos like a Gendarme in the rain. The rain, the storm, my uniform, withering at my sleeve, my gloves,
I blew my whistle, I caught the bad Guys, got a shoulder-wound, I cannot disguise, and wounded, I raised my hat when the President passed by in the fog.
I-m black and white, an old film-noir, younger Cops taking my place, I hear the Accordian-Maigret but I stay. Je Suis Gendarme.




c2019, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Hey Leroy!

Our Ma in Europe, dave delacroix... Hey Leroy!




HEY LEROY!
20 years later, U, NO nose, ME, NO liver.
Hey Leroy
U thrive just like Me.
Hey Leroy,
Ghetto,
I-m in a Villa
just as desolate
My BRO,
wotchagonna DO!


Hey LEROY!!!




c2019,davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Refugee.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Refugee.




AH-mah Movin to Bordeaux, South west of France, A-mah moving to a place where I cant get barred from a Bar-Cafe more than Once. AH-mah movin to make my kin, PRE-REVOLUTION where the Guillotine of Whiskey cuts like Calvados.
AH-mah moving to some FREEDOM, what little-left is OURS, or some BLUES U forgotten, in Happy-Hour hours, just a token, token, token in the SPIRIT of ME. I-m moving to Bordeaux...to be Free.


THIS OLD MAN. He Play One! He played Knick-Knack on mah Drum!!!


I-m moving, furniture-removals, cos I am OLD. Collect these damn Souvenirs, stories to be told, and MOVING, East or West, Taxes and Citizens, I am VOTING with my feet, History knows the best.
YO I-m moving, with 5,000 bucks, and a guitar, moving like a REFUGEE...whilst thousands MORE have SO much less than Me.




c2019, dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...U keep A Knockin..!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... U keep-a Knockin...!!!...but cant come in.


dedicato. ragtime, 1920s


U KEEP-A KNOCKIN but U Cant com him, Hmm, hmm, hmm.


There-s MONET missin off the dresser-drawer and all our DAUGHTERS r knocked Up!


U keep-a knockin


I ONLY robbed 5 Cty Banks....had Holdings in Aparteid S. Sfrica...


U keep a Knockin


SI I DID a stint of Piracy on the High Seas, Spannish-main-thingy!


U keep a knockin


I MARRIED 5 GALS all on the same day...in Las Vegas...The Chapel of ELVIS, Love and Cadillac!
Dont dat count!


U keep a knockin


I WROTE a POEM bout love when I was 16.


OK. Let me check with the MAN upstairs!




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Junkies Lullaby.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Junkies Lullaby.






I crossed the Ocean just to see your face
Love, love, my only space
All my belongings
left on the shore, for U, for U
lies my embrace


I dont got nothing,
riches or poor,
my independance
is yours evermore
and IF I should cry,
my tears for U, for U.


I walk in splendour, a mighty Sun,
a Roman Triumph
for Love-s thats won
and as a lowly shepherd,
nothing to give, come LIVE with me,
my eternity, and BE my love.


I dont got nothing
twix this day or next,
I-ll find a JOB,
I-ll get U your FIX,
we-ll play a Song
on a Spanish Guitar,
Love, love, we-ll see the Stars!






c2019, dave delacroix.

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

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








TRURO, Cornwall, U.k.




How many Miles to Babylon
10-4-and 10
Can I get there by candlelight
Yes. And back again




TRURO.


U can find, hard to miss  unless U jump off the GWR from London Paddington Station, WESTBOUND to Penzance, Cornwall, that musical-Pirate place, TRURO, a non-pirate place. It-s County business here! Town full of LAWYERS all looking for a Squeeze. Sometime Pin stripes. Dinners on Clients money at the J. DANIEILS, masturbation-optional. Don't worry, the serving staff are 6 weeks behind their Flagon wages. THEY need a Lawyer! Smart ones already left. Or OVER at the hotel Alverton, staffed by teenagers who wouldn't know, poor bastards, a Martini-UP from a Gimlet-afternoon The COURT HOUSE...up on the Hill-by the PARK, under the Railway Viaduct keeps it all kosher. Many a worthy Criminal, dragged off in Methadone subduction, I guess, as OFT looked back on that...Court Hse... symbol of his restitution and said, ERE, I FIRST SAW ELBA, but unlike Napoleon, swept away in Egg n Chips, swore to turn his Empire around.
 ROAD WORKS. Boscowan. Main street.. And LEMON QUAY, covering UP Truro-s CLO-AQUA MAXIMA, the City Sewer and-or the BLOODY EMPTY CATHEDRAL....Just WHEN are the Catholic Interior decorators gonna move in!
And Friday-Sat, amateur nights, KIDS pour in from smaller haystacks all around. Some Cool. Some not. Mostly a GOOD mix, at Bunters, M.I., Vertigo, the Barley-sheaf  tra-la-la. A County fair for the Cornwallis to let off steam, RAIN, rain and thunderstorms, they take it in their stride. The Writers, the Artistes, poke out  of their TRURO windows, sometimes, and maybe U get to meet them. Meantime, THE RUNNERS, Charity Whiz Kids, the ALL MALE SINGING CHOIRS, The October Fest-LEDER-HOSEN Crew will bring cheer, Cornish Pasties. The Beer Fest! The Beajolais Nouveau!  There-s a LOTof COOL people serving at TEA SHOPS, Rosemary's Antique BOOK shop, Incense at Marcus-s Quintessential, Incense and Candles and a labyrinth of Cornish and Chinese, Asian, Curry outlets. JEEZE! I-m trying not to leave!!! Alas
my friends... Mortality awaits!




How many miles to Babylon
!0-4 and 10.
Can I get there by candlight.
In Sha-allah,
yes. and back again.






c2019, dave delacroix, truro. u.k.




















we-d cut their heads off, but in englands persistant rain we know, meet the knew boss, same as...

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Guilders and Kangaroos.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Guilders and Kangaroos.




dedicatio... Member of Parliament for Maidenhead, U.K.




Guilders and Kangaroos!


WHO WOULD KNOW U would become Prime Minister of England, whoa! Some Brexit Joan D-Arc. Some gal, some symbol who tried to make LIGHT out of DARK...We BRITISH who  are never meant to die, we Guilders and whossits, we skippy kangaroos or Dippy the Dolphin in Hollywood, subjective= kisses symbolism, an infantile remembrance of the Sword of Youth. CYNICS ABOUND. Who can slice through the future of SALLY-ANNE. This ENGLAND.
There-s a Lady in the picture. Guess who!...




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Scales of Justice.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Scales of Justice.














Did U call me
YO!
Well. I didnt get yr call
Must-a been a HOOBIE-DO. Whatever.  They HAULED your Roman-pink TITS, Count Ramanici, the POLEzIA, Napoleon hats!...nice color..... Out of the Villa. Ragazzi-in mysterio! Must-a been a MUSTAPHA!


I got on the phone. I called Leonardo. *Count Ramanici.
telefono.
No. Italiano. The OTHER one...He from Paris
connected...
Councillieri.
No worries.
Finger prints.
Good. None.
Was SHE wearing the blood-stained dress.
YOU were.
No worries.
At which point did U kiss your Ass goodbye.
Ok. I-m making a note.
No. No. I only knew her briefly.
At the Hotel Angliterra.
Yo. Sure.
Your appointment.
17.00.
MY appointment!
Sure. Insignificant.
Did U ditch your Robe.
Yes. The red one.
How do I know.
I-m your lawyer.
Look. It doesn't look good.
I know.
Don't worry.
What!
See U in the morning.


Count Ramancini, Bippi, was one of my best friends, SOCIALLY, but his fiscality was worse than Frederico Fellini on a good day. He was found in the victims Palazzino hugging the victim. I had already, anonymous alerted the authorities yet I STOOD by him as his Attorney throughout the extensive / Italian.-Legalities. Got him off with 15 years of Counselling. He committed suicide in Prison after only 6 months. I married his Sister, the incumbant Countessa and assumed his Rank.








2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Where the Buffalo roam

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Where the Buffalo roam.




ALL THE WORLDS a Strange, this GAL, dat Gal, that bitch out of ROUGE. And the one, that PENIS Song U whistled, the one that got away. All the WORLD, your dynamic, that SUCKER, buss-s your Creation. How do U fold at the knees. How, like a sack of HAMMERS, do U winch as U please, morons, left or right in your path, OXON, Rock star or MATH. I too am a disbeliever.


ALL the GIANTS R within that Continent from which we USURP our beginning. Magnanimous, educated, devout. It-s always tough to come from Ireland, Rhode Island, the Isle of Skye. My Pedigree is worthless. I don-t even drive a Car. A Guy I know in Glasgow wants a BAR with only Beethoven-Mahler on the Juke box..It-s a good idea.


All the GROOVE, a wicked, WHIPLASH-U. Maybe that Country air, that Weekend, that Fair. U were taking turns on the Merry-go-carousels, I was drunk in the beer tent whilst my daughter, future Capitalist, was looking for lost money, scattered on the turf. YOU, shooting Coconut Shy-S! Laughs and Giggles, till the English-Cows came home...HERDS... talking of Dr Hunter S. Thompson down at the local PUB...everyone I ever MET... and where the Buffalo roam.




c2019.davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix... Last Exit to Tesco.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Last Exit to Tesco.




dedicato. Jason Eklund.






The Last Exit to Tesco. There was NO WAY to turn around. She protruded her discount coupons, I should have fell at her knees...But then, creative mind, she told me she was a HIT-MAN from Detroit, Michigan. A resident in CHICAGO, Illinois. She had ALL the post codes off pat. For a NANO-second I believed ...which is when she shot me in the groin. Relationships, somehow, are born like that. Blood, death, GROIN. There-s NO swirling lights, no Ambulance, no SOCO, no people just looking for Clues. Just 2 people outside,  a sad Highway, a Motel. Generic hotel room. A T.V. with Cable. The sound of  a 16=Wheelers grinding by. A Bag of IMMEDIATE, in the room...the Milk, Pot-stickers, Salsa, maybe a Salad-Tortiers on the side by the dresser, or a GUN SHOT WOUND that never found it-s mark. Non casualty. Like a Sombrero in the morning air. And that piss-ass Mustang Auto, busted tail pipe. on its way to Tuscon, Arizona with my ONLY electric Guitar.




c2019, dave delacroix.

U all So groovey, U got da Moves
da Cogniscenti.
I masturbated ALL nite long
In Paris
but I could not join
the Cogniscento.
E-mail SEZ I-m
IN the IN crowd,
Roma Paris-Berlin,
WHO CARES!!!
A bunch of Weisentrops
goose=stepping their Boog-a loo.


U ALL SO GROOVEY
Mista Europa, gotta Credit Card.
Wax your Foreskin
sneak up your Brother-s YARD,
off to Auswhitz, off to Heaven
U little Austrian-bastards
skippied out of WW2
destruction., enjoy
your SMIRK.


It-s also FUNKY
when U R dealing with FUNKY
but at SOME time
U get what-s due.
It-s always Funky
when U think its ZZZ
the Devil in your Room.....
.....your children R eating your mattress.






c.2019. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Wild Rover.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Wild Rover.




O-Me-Dahlin, I SING
this time every Year
an memories linger,
U All of my dreams.


 I left U, U LEFT ME
it-s hard to PER-cieve
who GOT the last word
in the final-ACT-scene.


An it-s No nay WHATEVER,
No nay never, no more!
GERALDINE!....
An I-ll play the Wild Rover,
NOR Whiskey-galore,


A BACH=AN-A-LIA,
a feast of All feats
throughout my YOUTH
the World and It-s Need


But later, BEGORRAH
confronting my SELF
the Time has arrived
to SIT on the Shelf.




U MAY seem suprised
no-MORE than MIO,
my wandering Life
as come to it-s LEE


And it NO-Nay County-Sligo,
No Nay Never U BIITCH,
and I-ll sing a Misty-Morgan
No never, for Martyrs.


....where STERILITY-FESTERS|
I try |OUT a Seat
and think of U All
never gainsay to meet.


Oh ME and Mee dahlin
from many a Year,
BOBBY SANDS
and the LADS
I hold Em So dear.


And it-s NO/ya Pinkoes, NEVER,
NO nay never NO more,
Cavern Town, Ol Kilarney
my heart to be found,,,






c2019. davedelacroix. truro, cornwall, almost, this side of kilarney, Seattle=WA, or the Irish Sea.

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

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




Do U know the wind outside your window, do U know the tremor in your bones. Do U know the curdle that washes, rampant in you Soul Do U know the Grift of your energy, a striking swipe and lash on blow or the Devil U feel inside your belly where nothing can grow. Do U feel the spray of the sea that screams, birds-wail, proclaiming all U be....


SO! There I was...with JAYLENE, Professional Hitch-hiker, Trucker Drug Dealer. West Memphis TRUCK STOP. Huge place. Enough NOISE for a Lemmy-MOTORHEAD Arena Concert. Within 15 nano-seconds she-s told me her life story. It was ALL bout Montana. Lassoing Horses, feeding Horses, WRANGLING.. Ranch stuff and apparently, like England, the weather wasn-t TUTTE-MONDO....She spoke some Italian. Figured me out. Had the game on ME. She was dealing Cocoa cola-whatsit to the Truck Drivers as OPPOSED to selling her nubile BUTT. . A CIRCE in need of a Ulysses. Broke and lonesome I fell in behind. It didn't last more than 48 hours. High as a kite I chaperoned her DRUG-DEALING dynamic. She paid for everything. Beer, Cheese-burgers, endless coffees, etc. We never washed or changed our clothes. Lots of SMILES. Go figure!
Exhausting. Anyhow, some Trucker bought an 8-ball. He was on his way to Los Angeles.... JAYLENE on bathroom break.... WE cranked 18-wheeler gears, got outta there. Stayed  HIGH till Barstow, California. CIRCE...Jaylene...never got a farewll note!


So there I was. There I WENT.....DO U KNOW the wind outside your window..








c.2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The Grit!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The Grit!


MIND-s GONE. Used to have a good one. But MIND-s gone. Not much JOY, no adventures, no Guitar-back-pack, no road to Shanghai.
USED to feel SO free, hitch-hiking outta Louisville-Kentucky or the HOT IRON, Tuscon-Arizona. Gigs and Kids, all gone now. Festivals in the Sky. Mile High!
Has anyone seen Freedie...VW Bus. |||||||||Last heard went to Eureka, North California. Bill and Carmine, last heard, getting ready to PACK HORSES, go RIDE the  old USA-Western trail over the Sierras down to Santa Fe. I wonder if they made it.
MIND-s gone. Too many Names. Jazz, Blues, Fame. Too  Many Highways. My America. Yet still
the GRIT.




c.davedelacroix., frickin u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... RAIN in your EYE.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... RAIN in Your Eye.




MAHLERS Leider, Life, FAHRENDEN-get me to to BEER-Stube On time...It-s enough to piss off the POPE. GREENY from from Fleetwood Mac, Jewish Band, with Albatross OR Fragalistic-whatever. Brothers with po-Marcel Proust. Stuff from Last weekend, or David Silhitoe, The Loneliest of the long distance Slaves. Non Jewish.  It-s always tough, grim, to walk with the RAIN in your EYE, banged up pregnant, boy gone to sea, or that bastard who cooked your goose on some English business deal, the dimes U lost in anticipation, at McCaron, Las Vegas.. I heard it said from, actually, a ROCKEFELLA, an O-Neil. Hep ya shirts up HIGH. Never mind your SKIRTS! And ME, in my 1920-s knickerbockers, looking for a game of ....some kind of handicap. I left OR found my Million-dollar Babbee at the Five N-Dime!
Meantime, O-Neil, in addition to having a Situ... landing his Steinway thru his 86th. 2nd St. Apptmt. Skylight, on my advice-by helicopter, his crazy sister had just been rejected for some groovy Credit Card.






c.2019, davedelacroix

Last Harikari for Yamamato..


dedicato. Roger Armstrong. R.I.P.


I don-t got nuttin. Guess I played some guitar/ boiled some Jazmino-tea, not that U would mention. Blues. Jazz. Sing-song, Westerners wouldn't understand. Recite Hafiz before the Fascist-Muslims arrived.  I drank the water in God-s places. The Police came later. U can FALL at your, yes YOURS.. feet, bow, GIG-OUT, something Culturally recognized. Boog-a-loo! Your privilege!!!
And as for the INFIDELS, God, Money, POWER...what U WANT....U do NOT get DAVE. U get YOU. Be good. Roger to Dave.
Meantime....Music by Jelly Roll Morton and BIX Beiderbeck, almost 100 YEARS ago. AND IT-S FREE!!!
I got nothin, Kids. Just ME an YOU.....Yowsa, my Dear!...in Memoriam.




c. 2019, davedelacroix, our man in europe, tregoll hse, cornwall, U.K.....For Roger Armstrong. R.I.P.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Carravagio!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... CARRAVAGIO!




dedicato. Nickola Pacy.




DAMNED if I-m gonn a WEAR. Some Treatise! Some Funereal. BOUCAY_FUCKERS in Lily Whites-wotchyagonna-Ski-Ass-DO! Pigment of Pink. Pink of your Es per....FAN--wafting Madonnas,
post-Happy-hour, ESPERANTO MI AMORE...WHAD AM I JEWISH on a Saturday-Sabatto!!!


The GAL who refused a Cocktail...SHE broke MAH heart. NOTHING Intuitive, NOTHING in JAPAN, gave a start. And don-t it SEEMS just like some old kiss, some DE DEJA VU with your every THROW AWAYS, all your, all your, all your Old Shoes.


DAT GAL who SAID, Keep-walkin, who left with Fast-Foot-Amias, got strung OUT on Heroine in her Tartan-tights. I saw her, years later, a skeletal-madonna, Southside of Trestervere, Roma, a Caravaggio


ok.relax. i am jest a witness....The POET DIED. I just a  copy. I get 60 Ducats from the Priest.... This is what he wrote. His name was David.


...And NOW today the DARKING=bow to the infinity of CHRISTIAN FAITH, the Madonna and her CRACK-Baby for One and All to see in your Art-gallery, painted, for GOD in despair. WHO cries OUT, that twist in COILED, Maestro Carravagio...




c2019, davedelacroix, truro, uk.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BREXIT, Fire Exit....DOH!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Brexit.....Fire Exit, DOH!!!




NOBODY GONE DOWN, down down Like a Mitsubishi! Nobody gone DOWN, frickin down, thinking I-ll get a GIG in Parliament.... Fix your BREXIT, fix your WIFE. Nobody KNOWS the meaning of Heartbreak. THinking I-ll GO down, get a Job on the Street. A Panhandler!
Gotta Guitar, Guitar, Guitar, strumming fool. Sing a SONG, song, song and SAY where We R... My wardrobe is wanting, can U lend me 20 bucks, I know a Dude in Tennessee, If I die, he-ll pay U back and as this English weather looks like NOBODY gone down, cos ALL they SAY is SORRY, just wotchagonna DO...Nobody, not yet, gone down, down, down. Call 1-800 BLIND BILL. No worries! We-ve been here before.




c2019, davedelacroix, Tregoll House, Truro, Cornwall, U.K.

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

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




dedicato. Georgia n Jake..




RELAX KIDS, We know each-other. Faces on the Milk Carton. People Lost n Found....I ALWAYS wanted to thank those URBAN Missionaries for RE-Uniting US......but, like YOU, I forgot. We were Street    KIDs. Stick Ball and Nietzsche.
Still, we could go YAZOO and dream! The Possibility...
U AWAKE! Tits abundant. The LAST Pussy-Gallore. Pour, FOR a Shot!.-S-where generic fibre-hoar's, knickerbockers, where boy-Angels fear to tread or intellects, to guess the eyebrow of a Sunrise.
A longs way from the 49th, 9th Ave, place from whence we lived  n  died in Short pants!
 I-ve heard poets Shelley, Keats say.
Sell me a Legend.
I get the Picture. N.Y.C. Manhattan SIRENS....Count the seconds! Every 20 or so. Across the river in Brooklyn, maybe tighter. In QUEENS, wear Short pants.    Sweetie-Thangs. Lipstick Blood. Lanvin No 8 looking ALSO yowsa!... Working on Jerusalem, punctured.


Sometimes, some place, it sucks, U get to BE.   Where U AT. Jerusalem.




c2019, dave delacroix. Woke up on the kitchen floor. Guess I had another stroke. Do U think I should get Life Insurance or just buy a Canoe....

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Pont Neuf.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Pont Neuf.




dedicato.Isabele Pessoa.




IZ yr COOL the same as my Cool, color, shades, hue, IZ yr cool just like HOW I thought MY Cool should BE, a mirror for 2.


 IZ ya COOL just like my Cool, tap feet to Django R., same Bix Beiderbeck, a silhouette of a manufacted dreaM, ploughed in to our mood.


 IZ U Cool under the groove, zig-zamma, ME, U, dancing till twilight, absolutulely NO money, just .... under the  Pont Neuf, Paris, river-Seine, the Cool, BIX-B, U, et tu.
as if it never began.




2019..davedelacroix. THIS Script should have a BACKDROP of a Isabel Pessoa Painting!!!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, TUCCUMCARI

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, TUCUMCARI




dedicato. matt o niel...remote painter-amigo.


TUCUMCARI, long distance, 18-wheeler, long-haul TRUCKER, road-stop, INTERSTATE...Some folks know da Gig, NIGHT n DAY. East OR West. It-s still a long way to Tuscon.
New bella-hippies-intellcts, worrying bout..gals...people concerned with the supply of Coffee AND Cigarettes...1969..Woodstock. Was THAT on Any Woodstock/Sleeping-Bag-PRE-Menstrual mind, pre ALICE-s Restaurant....before ...swish-swish... da Movie. Here now. The PERTERBILT- TRUCK-ROAR, 18-Wheelers.  and folks...PEOPLE WORKING!  Like in TUCUMCARI. Just Axele grease, exhaust fumes, buggy guys in sweaty clothes and NO GUTHRIE wind or New York-Jewish sinew to cut THRU the Arizona-New Mexico Wind. Coffee like benzine. Chilli served with a Cold heart. Upstate NYC.....Lookin like I get a day off and Spring, just maybe, might be commin again. Tuccuncari. A USA-InterState, famous Truck Stop, ! 15., WE NEVER .....almost 100....out here in the God Damn USA DESERT...frickin YEARS!!!...How-s U I-15 Coffee....TUCCUMCARI,, We MIGHT be on Facebook. It-s the NAME of the Crematoria=People.. Bury OUR hearts in Canago Park, or by !-15, Fort Jackson, Texas, U.S.A.... OK.




meanwhile, dd, at the truro ranche, haning on to his virginity, 2019, and copywright.






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Our Man in Eurupe, dave delacroix, NO BOOGIE, when U R 64!...CAROLE STRIKER.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, CAROLE STRIKER.


Our Man Only,  your PEOPLE, only your ENGLISH SORRY. Only your ROYAL FORESKIN, Eton College, your DOWN from WOXFORD, blow-jobs, every One. HOW TO JA GET to be JEWISH, A STRIKER, a sense of MEMORY, or rock n roll, sometimes u get to Shakespeare yr need,
NO BOOGIE, only with yr OWN people. Gentiles, Jews and Johns. The Ones who loved. The ones who cared. the Ones who came along. Yr Sister, Diane, my Gal. Me. That Matrix...that U found out it to Be.
Relax! I-m on Face book.




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... TRURO, U.K. and Bix Beiderbeck.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... TRURO, U.K. and-Bix Beiderbeck






Ere I first saw Truro...


Chill out NASHVILLE, chill out MEMPHIS, take it sloe, LOS ANGELES. I found the Social Hate Capital on the Planet sans  the WILLIAM-MORRIS Agency. Boodettes AND Bodeskies R doin their best to BE the ROYAL of DIX. In TRURO, U.K.
...Am cookin UK Porky Sausages with spuds, onion and mushy Peas. Never mind the BOLLOCKS, just think MUSHY PEAS.....I LOVE U, I LOVE U., jingle-jangle, u-l come back to me...Marinda, I-m SO tired...sans bacon...rubbing a-round. Miranda, I love U.
Chill out MINNIE-St. Paul, San Fran-Deigo. Am waxing mah Surf-board. ALL is forgiven! I-m coming, outta Cornwall-U.K., back home to U.
Bartender HATES the Punter. Punter HATES the Teenager behind the BAR. Book-borrower wants to KILL the LIBRARIAN, Coffee-shop HATE. Easy on the Sugar-babee, LOVELY!!!


I-d HATE to be without MONEY in this Hell=hole. Besides! Who could U ask to wash your SOCKS! Who could U find that would consider your despair...


MIRANDA, I love U U. BEEZA-while my Cat-lick away!!!




c2019, dave delacroix, Stalag - Tregoll Hse, Truro, Cornwall, U.K. BEAM ME UP SCOTTY. Send Socks!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I Catch Your Heart!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I catch your Heart.


...I CATCH your Heart
gently, like I would
No-other. No need for kisses
with my vow.


I WORRY constantly,
I thrift and save, and swear
under my breath
Everything, boo-ga-loo!


I catch my Babee, gently,
in dark or light
like I would, No-one Other
and no kisses...with My vow.




c2019, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Mike-Machine-Gun.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Mike-Machine-Gun!




dedicato. Dan Cass.


I was pretty much gettin burried. Mike-Machine-Gun, reluctantly, Wild-Mamma-Heather Dalton, after shootin UP 20 Banks threw a Rosary on my Brass plate whassit. A bunch of DENVER wannabee Punk Rock stars thru dirt on my Coffin, didnt break a sweat, wiped their hands, smiled, only because Heather was wearing Fred-Hollywood. Blood on Sand.
I was Pretty much dead and buried
YO! Da BiFF Kahuna. Everybody gets to SHOOT themselves in the Footsie. Wild Mammie Heather-D forgot to order the Stretch Limo from Channel-whassit, THE MACHINE-GUN spent too much time tuning his TELESCASTER....I walked out into the Parking Lot, bullets SPRAYED, cheap-ass Toyota economy six's cars danced the fandango!
In Heaven...
I was gettin interviewed by some Oriental on a Stairwell. Before the bullets flew I-d just stated Brit P.M. Boris Johnson was KGB but could ANYONE lend me 20 bucks...




c2019,davedelacroix, U.KAYish

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Echo.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... THE ECHO.




dedicato. Suzette. Antique Bella from Newquay!




Babbee, I DON-T remember TOMORROW. Catch Me in B-W, catch me in Mosaic, a painted face, a Gauche on the walls of your blood red heart.
FACE.
HALLOWED.
Pouting.
Our kiss. Stuff like that. Between Le Marchais and Sainsburys. Selective discount Coupons.


Babee, I don-t remember, if U R Me to U, stunned, kneeling, a DEJA VU, now looking for the Sea shore ...and a VISTA of a god damn Yacht, lost in a misty sky and sea..... like an Ornamental, hovering, soundless. Sometimes, U, Me. Go figure.


Babee. U too don't remember Tomorrow, I NEVER do but its O.K..  We found our RE-bound. An echo that might still get to stay.


I-ll be staying at the Metropole, Monte-Carlo. Room 516. Relax. Johnny Depp is next door.




c2019, Nov, Guy Fawkes Night. The 5th.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BAaDER-Meinhof Gang, 1970s.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BAaDER-Meinhof Gang, 1970s.






dedicato. Dr Claudia Loens.




After the TABASCO was gone I don-t remember much outside of gettin shot out of COMMIE VEE-GEES, Frankfurt Communes, picking up my bag-guitar...I pretty much carried my Guitar, or IT carried me to Switzerland. Basel. Berne. Whatever. They gotta lotta big HILLS there, snooty-ness and BANKS and with, like Me, dark Secrets.


After the Tabasco had gone, yet in the present.... Can we go back to the Weinstube. I-m s-pposed to meet Helmut. He just sold some GUNS / non descript /to AHMED who runs the Kebab place on Karl-Heinz Strasse. I-m SURE it-s just a Cabaret. Non of these Guys, Gals want to get on ZDF, your Deutche BBC. Helmut said he-d DO a deal. I wanted 200 Deutchmarks. Need to see a Gal in Lyon....Maybe a snippet. Guten-morgan San Diego-Matina! No No. Not. But U never KNOW. And has we have NO money, running out of Tobacco, YO!!! Is THAT MARTINA just walked in!! DENMARK! Babee! Love that Japanese Bandana. Say "Hi!" to BAMBULE, Andreas, the CREW. They-re pretty stoned right now. They just robbed the Volksbank on Bismarck Strasse whilst handing out free COOKIES to the Customers. COPS R beehives! Sit down. Smoke a Doobie! OH!!! Over THERE by the Piano. Teufal-koft. He-s still trying to master the Spanish Guitar! Please! Sit!...




After the Tabasco was gone, INSANITY ruled. Everybody GOT GERMAN, no goose-stepping, but intellectually, pretty dynamic, close or just, general disdain. KFC never made it as a chain food outlet, unlike McDonald's, or Taco Bell.




c2019, dave delacroix.




c2019, davedelacroix. pictures of who WE R. or were.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Morning Bloody Marys...and Gimlet Afternoons.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Bloody Mary Mornings and Gimlet Afternoons.




Isabelle Pessoa, Vando Figuerida, I Bought some SamOOZAS, dabbed, carefully, with Tabasco and remembered WHO we R. Didn-t put on a COSTUME, didnt even SING a Song, but both U and my fave  RASCALS were in my mind. Carla Piazza Art. Matt O-Neill. .... In a fog, last 6 months, decided to Somanbulist-in character, Bananas in my Shorts! Bugger the Critics! Mamma-mia. gotta feeling, not only I-m commng home, need to write a Classic Song...but need to sit for a  devine Portrait.
Leastways get in a drunken fist-fight where YO, I get knocked OUT....Lose the Papparazzi. I-ll buy the bloody Paints. Both U all guys SIT STILL whilst I make the Morning Bloody-Marys and the Afternoon-Gimlets....So saeth I, David...in my reverent Salute.




c2019, dave delacroix, bandaged, lol, but not broken.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Arriverderci Sicilia...

Our Man in Europe, dave deacroix, Arriverderci-Sicilia.




No Samoosas for Judas, DIZ saturday night. No Sammies-babbies, gonna get U laid tonight. NO BOOG-A-LOO, no blue Suede shoes, No wotcha skip N jump-bufffy, no Vampyres here!
No SAMOOSAS, no ICEBERG lettuce, swimmin in da SEA. No Oyster on the half shell, in an Italian leather shoe...outta MILANO... same thing, from Torino, dont think bout Napoli. And the kiss U give is the One U die with.


No Arriverderci, no Canolli bella-vista. No Rigatolle, less U piss me off and, well, there-s always the INTEREST. Talk to GOD-s Banker!!!...There-s no NON Belavista, no, not BELEVEDERE, a ROMA, some times we Love.


Tra ra la, tra la la, my love.




c2019,dave delacroix. going into a hospital Cheers guys!

Our Man in Europe...dave delacroix...Capitanno Tabasco!

The Portuguese Capitano....Tabasco!




DAMNED-dang Damned TABASCO, Hang Me High! Dammed dang, the fellows and my latent WHORES, Oriana, Peccadillo, full THROB-PENIS swines. Dammed DANG the TABASCO, make it HURT, bastards, whilst we SWING make it SHINE!


defendants statement, Un-co-erzed. It continues...


At the AZZIZES.....-Onest tu gawd I was a Lisbon Shoe-maker. Maybe a Weaver. Knew a Gal called Sheffield. She can vouched for me. I got IN with BAD English Company. On the the night of the burning of Captains Fleet in Jamaica I was in Plymouth shooting Dry-Ceiling on Mistress-s boudoir, right here, at the YARDARM, the Inn upon the key.




*defendant-s witness...had
to be bailed from Debtor-s Gaol.(


My name is IZZI. Israel Hands. Nite U yakking I was fixing DOUBLING GLAZING at Squire Whatsit place. HE come down in the World. His daughter, she selling her favours. SON, god bless him, gone to seek his fortune in the Sea.


DAMMED=DANG WHORE, ACCORDION till the break of dawn. A Cornwall family in CRISIS, not NUTTIN yet not seen before!


Ans SIR!! -sworth the Cornish Lady of the House


MADAM, I am a Portuguese Capitano, neither Spanish nor English and, hereby, I do beg your troth...




For the DIGNITY of the COURT...and of windy Cornwall, the Court was Adjourned...Sir Henry Fielding, the great TOURIST Giacomo di Casanova, and Hugh Walpole were known to be IN-cogniscenti. PRE-Tabasco, one has to wonder!!!




c2019,davedelacroix








c2019, dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... THE MARSUPIAL

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Marsupial.




dedicato. Sir John Waller.






I HAD A STROKE, now I-m HOPPIN-backward logic, lookin like I gotta VISA bankcard to New South Wales.
...Don-t BOTHER me much except GALS at tables-adjoining, blowin kisses-whinning bout their jobs. And I don-t...MUCH...have a Song to sing worse than... that EVERMORE, that wedding Ring...not yet pawned. 1000 Shekels await!!!


I HAD a Pokey-wokey. Now, I-m back-UP-wards, limping on MAIN ST. lookin like a DUDE. In good Voice. 3 Canaries and a Steel Guitar, no worries. As for the pink ribboned Pork Pie Hat, get OVER ya blues. Little girl twirls on the Ventura boulevard side walk, 24 times. NO CAPACITY crowd. A fast 20 bucks. Camerroes, blonde-flowing hair, honking-accelerating, NO-bododies there!


I had a STROKE.On Ventura Boulevard. Ventura Boulevard, so far, are....O.K. Hoppin long.




c2019, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... My Old Friend-s Shoes

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... My Old Friend-s Shoes.






SUMPKIN ain-t right! ...to be known, SOMETIMES, even on a Saturday, amateur night.




Sumpkins ain-t NO. Royalty. When U-ll shake at the KNEES, like U DO, an everyone, pissing it down with rain, becomes U. Wobbly at da knees!


Sumptin, whatever, gotta boog-a-loo, CROSS-EYED, something COUGAR or a VIRGIN in heat, either-way, which, the cornel of your UN-foluting heart=s lapel, a CROWDED cheer... somewhere in Bolshevik litany. HUZZAH!!!


Something aint right. Met my gal at some piss ass Odeon U.K., Northern English Cinema. It may as well as been a CEMATARY. Her dress was borrowed. I-d worned my Dad-s old white raincoat. My old friend-s leather shoes.  We hesitantly kissed. Sex was out of the Question. It was 1959. The Movie was in Black and White.
10 years later after 3 failed Bank robberies and 1 failed Kidnapping situ in Switzerland, I knew I-d gone bad. In the Swiss Prison cell block the Chaplain advised me to have a shot at Blackmail in Shanghai-China. I asked him for an Airline ticket.


c2019,davedelacroix






c.2019, davedelacroix. FUCK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

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

Our Man in Europe, dave delicroix.... shinney.


dedicato to Louise...in Belize.




AMAH SHINING BABEE...as a 2 DOLLAR BILL. AMah shinney Babee, Sweetie-pie, I got DAT thrill.  AMAH gonna POLISH mah Shoes and PARK dem Suede Hues, no dark clouds in sight, YO AMAH SHINNEY babee tonite. Wiv U.
I-m a WINNER, babee, got nothing to lose, JESUS CHRIST, that Fucker!..I-ll DON your RED DRESS if that-s what it takes to BE COOL. Get rid O dat bad Cat, Spike his Whisky too.
AMAH Shinney! I-mSHINNEY!! Morning-Night! Got U in Mah SIGHT.....DIZ Boy is Shinning, Babbee, for U....U can call me Dave..Am waxing mah Surfboard!!!


c2019, davedeacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Sundowners.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Sundowners...


Some SUNDOWNERS GIG WHERE we belong, next night, not knowing where we BELONG. Dat SONG that U know. It whistles in your SINEW. Takes 8 Surgical Operations to explain TESTICLES to a blind Lizard, trust Me. Dang Reptiles need therapeutics for 6 months, then RE-learn just how to swim and fornicate. U don-t know the meaning of Heartbreak!.... Like I say, SUNDOWNERS, keep your Farm Crops PICKED, your Market Shelves-stored, that COTTON on your DRESSER, that Whale Oil in your LAMP ...that gives U light... without, YOUR NEED.
Who sings our Song!
Who can SAY they Belong!
Who can hike down that Highway....like a Sundowner. A guy who hitch-hiked 3 times across the U.S.A. and picked the roadside Sage, breathing some Soul.
Meanwhile, BACK in EUROPE...
I-m REALLY worried bout BREXIT. And the Muslim-Enemies of Christendom. Catch the Terrorists, just recite FRANZ KAFKA and play, over and OVER, Leonard Cohen-s early L.P.s, trust me. They-ll CRACK and give up all their Secrets. How many Camels they own. Sticks of TNT, buried in some shitty Parisian BnB.
Some SUNDOWNERS don-t KNOW how to SUN-down or look for a LOVE, that chance they have in life-s short life-span. That Gig God gave U. And the joy of Travel. Some place. Some Heart. That kiss of Tomorrow. The Sundowners, for Me ever more!


c2019. davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Mint Sauce.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Mint Sauce.

dedicato  Nando Grujic.


Where-s da god damn MINT SAUCE...A-mah cookin Lamb cutlets! Where-s the god damn Mint Boogiw-woogie. U SWINES. U promised ME Eternity. Where-s the god dam DIJON, the HIYACARRABBA. GODS!!! U LIED. U bastards in the Sky.
Where-s da Cherry-Blossoms, the Samurai! The Yin and Yang, that ROLL of Tobacco! Where-s those Ducats of GOLD, Pieces of 8, maybe 12, in a treasure chest. And WHERE-S that GAL who owns mah Heart...and gets to rule the World.

OK. I-m still workin on it. Just found a sea shell in the sand. I-m calling it Stephan!


c2019, nov, truro. U.K.

Our MAN IN EUROPE, dave delacroix... MAIGRET.

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

dedicato. Isabelle by Toulouse.

NO-ONE KNEW WHAT to do. BELLA WOZ MORTE. Send the Cadava to Samoosa, the City Morgue. Cover it OVER, a Yorkshire Pudding, ALL dat Jewish stuff, Candle-wicks, a HEARST with THORNS on the whassit-bonnet. I suggested NO Flowers. Just lucky horse shoes. Then HOLLYWOOD got involved. gO FIGURE. cAMERAS A-READY! A burning EFFIGY of Louis Thalbergs greatest Movie, reel on Reel. Silent B-W  movie-people communicating NOTHING. The Hero, the Heroine...AFTER she-d, Gloria Swanson, sucked your Hollywood Crème. A Compact of your ID, apparently. Somebody-s MINESTRONE, guiltless, lookin for a knife or a shot of CaLAVADOS. And Paris, like  in the old days... somehow always gets in there...some days. WotchagoonnaDO!!! And, YUP. Like Me and U. Somehow. And a Killer on the run...People stand and stare! Lookin for a MAIGRET.


c2019, Tregoll Hse. U.K.

Our Man in Europoe, dave delacroix.... Hollywood Friend.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Hollywood Friend.


Yo Babee. Nuttin lasts. Them Friends, DEM Friends, them Friends. A 2 year Gig, a place U live, dem Friends, your sweetest friends. At School, at College or IN THE OFFICE, running for Political Office. Camaraderie, a collective GLEE for your 2 year old-old friends. The Tennis-Pro, apparently, flees in despair...Your Heart is BROKEN, to whom do U turn, your 2 year friends. One is banging up your Flame, another scamming your Game. And your burial PLOT, some REAL Estate. Relax. A 2 year old friend got it marked out for his Kid-s Cadillac. Flowers included.
Yo Babbee. That Taffeta dress going to SOME good old Home. They got it figured, East side of West Hollywood whilst U were out shopping on RODEO Drive. The PILLS U got in your second bedroom. Watered down, the Pool Guys selling them to his Mules. Yo Babbee, nuttin Lasts until U. And 2 years later...What was your Name! Here lies U. A  Hollywood Friend.

Singing. Horses R cheap today. Cheaper than Yesterday!


c.2019. davedelacroix.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Princess Habinero!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Princess Habinero!


Mah Babbee-s NAME was Habinero. Her kisses were hot, her SEX was like a furnace. I never ever met another Gal like my Sweet Habinero.
She came from Mexico, Peru, Yucatan, BRASIL where they make the Samba RUNG. Her name, por favour, Senorita Habinero.
She danced the Fandango, spoke Portuguese, DISCOVERED AMERICA, the Natives on their knees. She was THEE Belladonna! She was an Iconic Mystery. The INCAS said Babee, what ever U Please!
Coffee, coffee, Potato-potato, TOMATO-tomato, Green Peppers, RED too! COCOA LEAVES. Make U feel like Me and U. Her name was Habernero, her cloak her mystery.
CONQUISTADORS vanquished!!! Vasco da Gama!!! Nobody got OUT alive excepting Bella Habinero to curse the palates of the UN-wise.


c2019, davedelacroix, truro, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Dont dime my Boogie!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.. Don't Dime my Boogie!

Don't DIME dat Boogie-woogie. U betta dan dat, I SAW on Main and 7th, Fort Smith, Arkansas ..U were jazzin. Turquoise. A thing dat said, catch my SWIRL, every boy in town responded, a County Fair. Wotchagonna DO when everybody loves, White Gal, Black Gal, now 2019. No chains on Miss Missippi.

Don't DIME dat Bene Franklin on ME Boy. Ya Grand-pappy hiding in the Shade, tells ME I-m his God Child from Garrison Avenue. I dunno.  Dat Dime a boogie-woogie come a long way... My Brothers got REAL handy on 6 String Guitars. Played down at the OHIO CLUB on Central Avenue. I heard some of them even went up to Chic ago. Made a record or 2.... Got me a REAL job washing dishes at dat big Hotel in Hot Springs. Bin there ever since. Don-t Dime my Boogie-Woogie less I tell U how it IZ.


c2019, dave Delacroix, hot springs, Arkansas, U.S.A.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Mark Twain for U.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Mark Twain for U.


dedicato. Sarah B. Landscombe.


Ain't misbehaving, ain't working-saving, I ain't gotta Contract on U. Shoot me in Memphis, STEEL GUITAR a Nashville Star, driving a HEARST for mah Blues. Got NO dispatches from a General, Appomattox Battlefield GOO. No Rebs and Yankees, no parades no hankies, ain't misbehaving, like U should too.
I saw ya fella. He-s a Bella. I guess AMAH Yesterdays Man. Put Up and parcel. At the Depot. They say GO WEST young Man. And whilst I wail on my Ol-Banjo and sing a song soooo Mississippi-hollow, ain't misbehaving, just doing a Mark Twain for U. Yes. Just for U.

c2019, November, truro, U.K., strumming guitar.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Since U bin gone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Since U been gone.

dedicato. Sylvia in Freiburg.


WAAAHHH....Since U bin gone, I shot the Fiddle Player. Since U been gone, I re-decorated the Eiffel Tower. Since U bin gone, yowsa! I changed my Carousel  Shirt. And since U bin gone. I taught the Rocketeers how to Dance. Yo! Sumptin like dat. Since U been gone.

WAAAAHHH! ...echo!... Since U been GONE, I sold your Dresses, spangles too, that chest of Farewell Tresses. I made a bunch a MONEY in lieu of U but since U been gone, there-s STILL U.

By the Bois du Boulogne where all the Faggots cloy, I wander as lonely as a whassit-cloud. And that sweet melody that comes back to Me, as that Django Reinhardt dude take my love South!

AAAAAARG!!!...Since U been gone, thinking, U might STILL lend me Money. Since U been gone. U might still...almost...think it-s funny. I got nothing on U, U got nothing on MOI but love-s sweet memory, since U been gone.

Since U been GONE. Tra-la-la! Since U been gone. ….guitar strumming.


c2019,davedelacroix, truro, u.k. frickin monsoon.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...KSS me Dorothy, or Don-t!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... KISS ME Dorothy, or Don-t!

dedicato. SAM. Gal-bartender at the White Hart.


Kiss me Dorothy, or maybe DON-T! I got held up in Tuscon, Arizona. Dat kind-a town. Louise and Louise, swell gals, tied me to dat Desert Bungalow. U know. The one outside of Death Valley where all the Hipsters Go. I didn't have a thing to wear. 3 hours later, after the Poker game, an Ace of Spades covered up my Nobility. U HAD to be there. I signed off EVERYTHING in your name. My Credit looked almost good till Le BARON de CINCINNATI, who swore he was your ON LY lover challenged me to a DUEL...It was, FOR death valley, A NOVELTY. everybody tried to look serious. So we wasted away on Absinthe, squirted thru sugar cubes. People, especially da GALS yakked Mazet Bar, Paris, lotta squeakin. I was personally tense and nervous. My very own foreskin quivered in its Y front UNTER-groovy. I hate to be specific. As for THE Duel. As I write, there-in lies the outcome. Never trust a Pub-s toilet facilities on how many Condom machines are displayed. Sometimes U never get your money back!


c2019, davedelacroix, truro, cornwall, U.K. Keep ya Knickers Dry!!!

 

OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix.... The River Po.

Our Man in  Europe, dave Delacroix.. The River Po.


Por mi grande Amici, Andrea, Tallulah, Andrea, Paulo B. e Grande Ragazzi e Piacenza, Italia. Tuna-I-Miss-U!!!...


The River Po.


When we went  back to my apartment the fridge was a science project, the flowers over-looking the Italian river, il grande PO, looked like suicide. There was a stank whatsit in the air. I told Bella-donna...forgot her name...to relax, wear a Nurses uniform, maybe a French maid or a Schoolgirl, twice=divorced or looked  like she-d had Botocks. Act like her  ORGASM,  that was first and fore-most. Sometimes that-s how it works out. She applied herself like a Janitor. We-d swap  Uniforms. She was going to mount her Man and park it, her recollections, and record in her Blog.com. Boog-a-loo!  I hoped I-d get a good report, sans Selfie, this side of the river PO. Yet I don-t imagine I ever did...of  Me, Her, or YOU ...looking into YOUR enquiring eyes...Kids in Kits. Washing dirty feet as the river flowed.


c.2019, dave Delacroix, 89, via campagne,  Piacenza, to the ends of the Earth.
 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...U da babe.

Our Man in  Europe, dave Delacroix... U da babe...


dedicato. Anglelica-Babushka, mi Sorella in Vita.


u da babe
mah babe
u mah babe
tonite

u the thang
got dat ring
u crystal
the light

u da swing
make me ring
swinging
so, and to go

u da babe
mah babe
u my babe,
my heart
tonite...



2010, davedelacroix. All rights R righteous!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... Charles Bronson.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacrooicx…. Charles Bronson.


dedicato. Jim Boyd. ….I woz Best Man at da wedding. HURRAH!!!


Uk O.K. G.B. Euro. Howdy-doody! Waxing my Surf Board, New Quay....Did I ever TELL U bout my DELIVERANCE. I was in Marrakesh, surrounded by  Arab-frickers! We stayed UP all night. So, anyhow, moving along,  there I was in PENZANSE, Cornwall, U.K. , fishing place/ I sang M<URPHY...ya HAD to be there. Better still, the ONLY Woman I ever loved, her name was EDITH. She said  Wild thongs, Lupe-Louie....in CORNWALL...It-s in England.... So LATER she husband me down, plenty of noise, U know the cool Venues, her business card, CIRCE. And many decades later I would cry. PIRATES, Smugglers and their WIVES!!!
I ended Up in St. Ives. A town named after a CHARLES BRONSON movie. Go figure! Nuttin makes sense-AMIGO!


c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Just US in L.A.

Just US, just u Babee and ME in L.A.


dedicato. The Unwanted-Wanted!!!


...Crooning.... Just U and Mio, twistin round in Santa Mponica Tree-ose, when I confessed my Love, I shot U with .38. So the Papparazzi spiel!
Oh Babbee, it didn't have to be that way, I-d just robbed a BANK and got clean-away, we could-a made it  as far as BARSTOW then hired a Helicopter to the stars!
Oh DAVE, U LOSER, don't U know the Gun is registered to my old boyfriend Mendy Menedez. He owns NIGHTCLUBS, for chrissakes! Dat Buick 6, lime green, reminds me of the GIMLETS we USED to slug at Victors Bar on Sunset Blvd, but wotchagonnado! Your Laurel Canyon bungalow is TOAST, and out in the San fernando Valley they got a 8 x 11 b/w  OF YOU when U did that Orphans of Cops Xmas show from Sherman Oaks to Encino....assholes who write Songs bout Ventura Highway should ALWAYS be wacked!...and that Bartender on Van Nuys, NO BOOGALOO. He just went OUT of the sniffle business! They broke BOTH his Arms!... Can I make a suggestion...U look COLD my love on the backside of the Cadillac. Let me put a blanket around U to keep our Love warm...We-re OK. Driving to Santa Barbara, now passing the Ventura County line.
Gonna stop at Neptunes Net. Fish place. Buy mah dead Babee some fresh Clams.


c2019, davedelacroix. tregoll hse, truro, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, daVE DELACROIX, Since U been gone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Since U bin gone.

dedicato. Sylvia in Freibuorg, Germany.


Since U been gone, since U been gone, I thought of U, since U bin gone. SINCE U BEEN GONE I wished for U. U sliced my Heart-pastrami, I heard U joined the PEACE CORPS. Since U been gone, a Missionary. Somebody I could never figure.
Since U bin gon, VIOLETS BLOOM, Lucretia Borgia KISSES me.
Since U have gone, life is MURDER or a Golden Fleece, your Paris-boudoir, the latter.
SINCE, YO!... Since U being so, HUMA-HUMA-PHUMA, MY FOOT IS TAPPIN, BABEE, SINCE u BEEN gone, TAP-TAP-TAP AND...lol...where was I....Since U been gone! YUP. The Fool. Some Kid in your immoral train of Womanhood. Where have U gone my LOVE, my Beast, my Beloved, please Whisper...…………………………………………………...


c2019, dave Delacroix. No Heating at Tregoll Hse. Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Sil vous plait...IF U Please.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Sil vous plait...If U please.


dedicato. Isabelle.


BITCH LEFT ME STANDING, LIFE left Awaiting. Wearing mah TWO TONE ZOOT SUIT. Amah NOBODY to be with a FOOLIN. Gotta Smart phone, access to a PORSCH-erini, a RESERVATION at Luigis, je nais respondez dantan, BITCH!

Yet ONCE it was SO simple. We lived near a FOREST, wore basic-designer clothes, took Selfies, recited RAP songs till the Cows, in revolt, usually stampeded in another direction. We painted the Trees with Industrial laminate, then drove our Gas-Guzzlers to the nearest pastoral dynamic.

A pristine Café, Village square, where we-d discard our detritus, paper wrappers, beer cans, used tampons, piss in the street , and wail, flightingly, man-s IN-humanity. Tee shirts in WINTER were always my biggest GRIND. I was developing a Beer-gut. RAGE! Blow U WIND!!!...Frickin Shakespeare!

Someday, some time...it was OVER.

Bitch left me standing with a torn tee-shirt. Bob Marley, some fricking Cool band logo. I KNOW I am WORTHLESS. So now how I seek, looking for that solice in my SOUL. It-s a Wednesday.
Bitch left me STANDIN! Life left awaiting! Je nais pas recordez, et tu, dantan...Ou sans les neige...dantan. I don't remember yesterday...and I reach for the Wine, sil vous plait.


c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GUITAR on a TRAIN.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Guitar on a Train...


dedicato. For Sylvia in Freiburg.


DO NOT DO DAT Babee, U break my heart. DO NOT DO dat Honey, BEES can sting! Do not DO dat babe, this Saturday Night Train!

Do not DO dat, Sweet-child. I gave U Money, U still gotta return ticket from Palermo to Roma. THAT-S it! Kiss me at the stazione, dat Arriverderci!

Do not DO dat to ME-babe, Guitar on a train, entertaining all the homeward bound, penniless Student-kids who just want - Mamma e Pappa - to go A CASA.

Do not DO dat Babee, say HELLO-Auf-weidershen, a CIAO-CIAO yet U  leave my heart in shreds and like a FOOL loving U still, my Guitar with U on the train whilst back at the Stazione, my musical fingers in despair. Station Porters, Officials, Passengers, Tour Buses, Taxis...disappear.


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll hse. U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Prize!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Prize!

dedicato. Clay Cabe.


...I-d LIKE TO THANK anybody for this honour, this prize OF DEATH. I-m almost speechless, U can imagine the emotion. See the tear! And I know U-ved come from far and wide to BE here at my WHASSIT-memorial. I hope, getting here, this Desolation Row, the cabby's didn't rip U off too much... In HUMBLE RECOGNITION of Moms and Pops, alas, there-in my history is lacking. MA WITHERSPOON, my foster Lady deserves all credit for my grounded ETHOS. After THAT, a truism, a world of cheap whisky. U can buy it at the corner store. And HERE in DEATH, outside of heat or chill, far from the madding crowd, now pre-cluded from a life of travels...if  I EVER see another Highway sign - HELL must be full of them...to direct the beguiled - I-ll suck down a bottle of dark Rum, then regurgitate!
U IZ wot U IZ so the Poets say. Getting past the EYE, ya gotta get to the ZEE! YO! The Prize! U can now take your Selfies!
I-d really like to THANK dat dude in the crème-Le Baron convertible, 1992, whilst hitch-hiking outta Cincinnati, Ohio, Mason-Dix. He stopped. Handed me TWO Benjamin Franklin's then split! No Howdy, no Biz Card. I stayed drunk for the next 24 hours. Missed the J.F.K. connect to Europe. Missed EVERYTHING!...No fiscal sense-U had to be there....and IN retro, I guess he helped me along the way...TO the Prize.
I-d like to THANK a combination, the influences, of George Harrison and Margret Thatcher, BOTH Prime Ministers of England's life's Spirit.... Bare with me. Remember. I am Dead.
One, George, said LOVE. The other, GO FOR THE MARBLES!!! Combined, a double helix of pursuit, almost THORSTEN VEBLEN, the UN-answerable, that INNER-inert, confusion, WHA!..the path to the Prize.
And...to conclude...I-d like to THANK any one who I owed money to, anyone whose heart broken, the betrayed, the crucified, whatever GOOD I strived to achieve, the sinew of  OUR screaming existence, for YOU, I now accept this Prize.



c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll hse, cornwall, u.k.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SUZETTE

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Suzette


HOW DO SHE KISS on Wednesday or Monday, who can tell. She trolls the ANTIQUE shops looking for a Gold Mine on a Bohemian Dime!  She didn't recognize me. I was old and worn yet vivacious, out-landishly, with fluted, UN-disguised corners. The Joker! As opposed to King, Queen or Knave. In L.A. I would be a SURE bet, that Ace of Spades! In Cornwall, U.K., a drunk-rich American...with good taste. She complimented me on my...I-d bought several framed-signed sketches and paintings. Got em for 10 bucks!!! She sighed, and for her OWN Antique out-let, pondered its sexless possibilities. As for LOVE, the furniture-removal lads grunted, loading-carrying on, sweating by. A 15th Century Spanish Chest, going for a Song,  on it-s way to my humble Casa...


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll house, cornwall, u.k.