Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Violins of Autumn.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Violins of Autumn.


dedicato. U.




Yesterday, Tomorrow. TOMORROW, yesterday, SOMEHOW, some-way. UN-found! -Back in the days of Yore! It was nothing LESS than a Cry in the night, a wringing of a Soul, a TWILIGHT SCREAM...an Inigma, that brought U to a HISTORY-SEX need. A Traufaut, Les Mistons!...


THE WINDOW is OPEN, the AIR bears within....your POWER-poison, sounds, from faraway, a SPASM of Intellect, ICONIC. Your GODS!!!
I wander like a Cloud. I Sing like a Hurricane! Do I weep or sleep...in Montmartre. Is there power in your Yesterday-Tomorrow. Tomorrow-Yesterday. That FINAL PENIS that sticks it-s POWER into your breeze or that The Lamia-s feeding of Men, Argonauts, Siren-song, ears bleed! Greater Men have come before! Certainly, bigger Drinkers!


Oh save Us, DON-T save ME. A Quiz! An Origami! A Rive-Gauche Boogie! Between Yesterday and Tomorrow, like a Fool.  I-ll gladly fall IN-between… FATE-s next conquest-victim....as I sing my Song for U. Man! Woman! CHILD!!!


Yesterday-Tomorrow, Tomorrow-Yesterday. The Sun is high and the Violins of Autumn they do play.


c2019, davedelacroix.




c2019, davedelacroix.