Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...BY the time I get to Phoenix.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... BY the time I get to Phoenix.


dedicato. LEON.




...The demeanour, Monsieur, how R U Today to get INTO your new paramour-s pants or shout OLE!

On a Summer-s Eve where snakes riddle the grass. Or the Sunshine, whatever, MOTEL, some kind of Loving...And by the time I get to Phoenix, I may as well be in TUSCON...…. non-smoking bitches, vegans singing, we don't got it figured out but U remind us...the voice of our  daughters...of everything we hated bout our DADS, so YOU must pay whilst we menstruate or go skee-wiff in our PMS, turn left for Tucumcari, or head straight for Flagstaff, Arizona...Our daughter-s Song.


By the time I get to Phoenix, wouldn't surprise me if this letter was stained with menstrual blood. There-s that FEMALE get out clause, my JEWISH pals say the same thing. We GOT an excuse for BEING. Spin a Globe. U-ll come up ISRAEL.


By the time I got to Phoenix. It didn't matter. I drove North on I-70. I went to Denver, Colorado...and sang a Song. Just a Song. S-where I belonged.






c.2019,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope.cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...A VOICE.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... A VOICE.






dedicato. KAREN. She worked in MACEYS Department Store., N.Y.C., Broadway, 1970s...Ground Floor, Cosmetics.




NO WICKED WIND, no kiss of Sin
no Devil in the fog.
No Succubus, nor fairey Queen
or GAL stuck with Ya blues.
No heaven sent, no expedition,
no unction, out of control<
just a WIRE to the Infinity,
or a Girl-s reply, a voice.


NO DEVIL-S BREW, No. 9 X 9,
no Macbeth, a cauldron-s brew
and all the YELLS in Your sad  Cell,
echo, not once, but thrice.
A lilac burst upon your sleeve,
a distance for ever-more,
just a WIRE, somehow, to Infinity,
or a Girl-s reply, a voice.




c2019, davedelacroix, ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...No Tabassco for Miss Lonely.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... No Tabassco for Miss Lonely.


dedicato. Lady Tracey.




NO TABASSCO FOR Miss Lonely,
no Tabassco for U, out of step,
no BLUE Suede shoes,
can we kiss U tomorrow,
DA/LITTLE=White Bull
who one day
turns into a Swan!


No Tabassco for Miss Lonely
Skit-dress, patent-Life,
no conduit for her virginity,
thrashing and writhing, in satin
UN-beknownst to the World,
her Tabasco ZONE
and her Tabasco IN-sight...


c2019, davedelacroix, june, truro, u.k., rainy days and Mondays.

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

Our Man in Europe, our man in Europe.....TESCOS!!!




…..Nothing more than YOU on the rotisserie....or ME in the Frozen aisle.




THERE-s ALWAYS LIFE at TESCOS
even when it-s Closed. There-s always a GIG
a Come-Uppence to shine upon your Dime.
There-s always a LASH, too, that strokes your Back
to make it ITCH when Poverty prevails,
COUPONS, discount, free Blow-Job,
when U say Easy-come-Easy Go, U say
TESCO, what do I know.


There-s ALWAYS Life at stake
at the RAVE when, spasmodically, the Dork,
the Lerch, the smelly Penis
that seeks OUT your Babylon,
looking for that Ultra-kiss,
the ONE that U will NOT share
or casually give, in Utero.


There-s always a VLOG, some Angelo,
a Free APP, a free, whatever, T.V.,
U end up with 4 Refrigerators
and THEN U sing, YO!
Sorry U got robbed! Money back!!!
A Maltese Falcon.
The stuff Dreams are made of.


There-s ALWAYS Life at, AT
and AFTER Tescos, VONS, Ralphs, Sainsburys,
some dick-mega-market U have found.
It-s where U choose to SHOP...




c2019, davedelacroix, truro, cornwall, u.k. rainy june.

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

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


dedicato…..Angelo and Accusio. Siciliano Aristocrati Amici.




HOW DID IT all go wrong,
how is it I didn-t see,
how did it ALL go skee-wiff,
a rudder-less Yacht
in full sail, skipping oceans, UN-seen.


HOW DID IT all go wrong,
a Rubik's Cube
a ma thematic-ballet,
an absurdity of Want,
a reality of Inner-need
that lulls into a vacuum
of seething, a Sargasso.


How did I GOBSMACK
a Witches brew, a curdle,
thrice x thrice
the kiss of reckoning
and unto Master or Slave,
brave History!!


Either which  way, Banquo, Macbeth,
Kings in our hearts
lost in desire...A young Captain of Horse,
perhaps, will remind us
of our immediate destiny.




c2019, dave Delacroix. Truro, Cornwall. U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...ALIEN-downtown

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...ALIEN-downtown


dedicato. Sir John Waller, Bart.


DON-T have a Walkie-Talkie, left my RAY-GUN at home. CAN-T quite catch my breath in your FOG, took a bunch A get down here, Blind on Blind, finding, IN your eye, sweet babe, just another Alien downtown.
DON-T have a PASSPORT, why should I, Sweetie. Don-t have an I-Phone, NO I>D>English Fuck! New kid in town. Never ASKED, didn-t get no questions....bout just where I left my heart. Never went to San Francisco.
DON-T Wolkie-Mokie. What U see is what U GET. I just BEAMED into YOU....just an ALIEN, some kid-mistake in YOUR Downtown. An Alien...Ya got it! Downtown.


c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....LEA and PERRINS.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Lea and Perrins.




dedicato. Danny Keane. Nottingham Man!




Oh Sausage Roll
... Oft I think of Thee
with a flakey crust
to be devoured....
with a Zap of Colmans
mustard or HP sauce
and AS for a Cornish Pasty,
with a dash
of Worcestershire,
DAT WUSTER SAUCE,
into the Groove,
the Crowd goes wild!!!...YO.


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

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....Foolish Things.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Foolish Things.




WILL WE have a good Summer,
will we have a good Summer - this time.


Will we have good memories
like good memories SHOULD!


Will we have songs to sing,
anecdotes to re-count
of all our foolish things.


Will we knee-deep in
pining joy, of how we spent
our splendour in the grass.


Will we have a good Summer
and tales to tell of how,
once again... we fell in love.




c2019. davedelacroix, our man in Europe, Truro, Cornwall, England.