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

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


dedicato. William Houston.


The DEPARTED, my Sons, Daughters, Kids and Lovers, THIS side of Paradise, this side of the GIG. The Departed. Who gets the Gig. Guitar.. Bass. KIT. Keys. Who sings the hullabaloo! And WHO, the HACK , now departed, that FINDS the WINDE that sits, mid-vision, between the dream …..of Sea and Sky. The Departed.


Who SCREAMS, who YELLS, who twists her TITS into tubes of ANGST. Who BOYS her YOUNGING, who whispers, DADDY-DADDY-True...Someday...I will FUCK U....OVER!!!...Who cries a ZUMA BEACH of Melancholy. The Departed.


ALL HAIL the SURF KINGS! ALL HAIL the ZION of HOLLYWOOD. …..Numbnuts, hitch-hiking in Westwood Village. Gotta YALE College Tee-Shirt. Borrowed it from REGIS-college William Houston, like the departed, trying to get a Gig as a Pool-Guy!.....Malibu.




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Mn in Europe, dave delacroix.... Paradise Club.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Paradise Club.




dedicato. Isabel P. Art.






SLUGS on the BUGS, the knife-edge, stuff get ya BUSTED, lookin INNOCENT, Lanvin No. 6, lipstick-smile, lookin fur da FIRE EXIT.


TONGUE-WIGGLING in Dead Man-s Mouth. Saying, I was giving him the Kiss of Death. He PRE-PAID. I woz panhandling, nix and dimes. A good SAM!!


Always tough....to get waylaid. Actors. Saturday Nite.  A Knife-edge. A GAM. A Skee-wiff. A SPAM.


Slugs on Bugs, INSIDE of the Paradise Club, Los Angeles on PICO BLVD where every dude, casually, sez, HI!


In the ALLEY, a Limousine of death.... which U do not want to get behind.


 Now.... cops with Badges like hunters in search of a prey...... and the warmth of the street ventilator.....on this Saturday night. Something grasping...in your Night.






c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Maltese Falcon.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Maltese Falcon.




dedicato. Nimfa.




DWINK to Mio OWN-ly viw dine EYES an I-ll take a SHOT wiv U. Or give a KISS, an JES IN-case I miss, U SLAP me and I will FOLD, be fine....Oh, heaven-s to Betsy!!!


The ANGELS tra-la-la, in UNISON, to HARP appearing from NO-where.... Jes DWINK from a Cup, my sweet Boo-ga-loo and MIO, I will dwink to thine


….DRAMA!!!!….There I was, no SWORD, nor PISTOLE, out on the HEAth, screamin bloody-mary like U Do!!! Cornered by Dreams, by Logic, by REASON, the STUFF of Dreams, LOVE, the Maltese Falcon, that ENIGMA in my hand, a price ABOVE Rubies, that I could never BUY...!!!


DWINK to me... O Sole Mio. Drink to me mia Donnatella. A Sanguini. And I will drink in thine.




c2019, davedelacroix. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... DUAL ALILBI

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Dual Alibi.




Dual alibi, she CALLS me, D.A. BOY, she wails at love, CLAWS at your bath towel, calls the Captain of the Yacht, HOIST UP THE JOHN B. SAILS, splashes LOTION on your naked back, above and beyond the Santa Monica, pacific sea.


Dual alibi, she mixes Gimlets, 50=50 Gin Lime SPERM and whispers like a Valley breeze all the way over from Ventura. Like a dual-alibi, a kiss as guilty of sin, a film-noir Cadillac, where DO I park my Coupe...


c2019, davedelacroix. Hermosa Beach. L.A. USA.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix,,,,, Strangers on a Train.

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




dedicato. Jenny and Turkish.




Strangers on a Train, a COMMUTE. Drab Bronx skyline, outta New York-s Grand Central, hugged-Panic all the way to Westchester, rush hour, don-t mean a thing! Except for that GLOW, reverberating, in your EYE. THAT one, not THAT one! The OTHER one! Not doused by Virtue, Custom or Transportation which, in an hour or so, showered, refreshed, awakens your inner desire...to KILL all U know.


Strangers on a train, UN-speak ably-righteous, that wrangles the gulf of loneliness, beckons-parting lips, like Strangers, a face U longed for, FORGOT, then re-fresh ed, U once knew!  U KNEW!!! Who MIRRORS the flash in your in-sight! Who claws at the Neon, the clothes, the Gig U wear.. WHO decides your despair!!! The Train is shunting, rumbling, stumbling, a zillion miles from the scent of a perfume, a past, some THING that was meant to last...


Stranger on a train, tugged between distance and longing, the longing U felt, or perceived, when U commuted home.




c.2019. dave Delacroix. Scholls House, Truro, Cornwall, U.K.

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

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




THE SEDUCER.


dedicato. Stephanie Sandrello.


U were da ONLY one. U were da ONLY one. That RING, dat SONG, dat thing. Dat RING. U were the ONLY one, on a Saturday night.
U were dat ring-a-ding-ding, dat MUSELI, that TOMATO SAUCE, dat Pepperoni, that CHIANTI, or that GRAPPA I forget to SIP on Wednesday. Saved it till Tuesday. Tasted just fine.
U were BELLISSIMO. Satin dress. CARNIVALE masque. Your SISTER got pregnant. How was I to know!
U were the ONLY one, mi amore. I fall at your feet, sono abandanato in love.


c2019, davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... SWEETIE-PIE

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Sweetie-Pie




Sweetie-pie IS, sweetie-pie IS....On HER, spangles, tambourine, spangles, dancers, her hair, fandango, then let-s GO. SWISH!!!
Where U end is where U BLOW...like a Sweetie-pie, like a swallow in the sky. A Sweetie-pie who donates her time to the HEART Foundation, food kitchen, etc.
An ANGEL in the HOOD who, WHOOOOOO.... like Madre Terese's gives her kiss to those MISFITS, the inclined devout, like swallows in the sky, the ones who come and go, the ones who cannot give with WINGS already tainted. And under the Holy beak, sanctity nibbles at her nipples
less sanctuary resides in her immortal Soul. Nobody knows. Better still, why should they...




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....WHEN WE CRASHED.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... WHEN we Crashed.




When da PLANE, Jet-thingy, crashed into the ALPS I woz on mah 2nd Martini, 15 bucks-a-pop and my GAL, Caroline, was trying to negotiate the price of a Rolex.
Despite the TURBULENCE, Captain RYAN, Pilot, his Inter-comm staccato... SORRY FOLKS....We-re going belly-flop in Lake Lugano. Hug your knees.... Meantime....circle-tape....may I draw your attention to our Stewardess's-s, passing you with their trolley....our Airways Special offer of Bracelets, Watches and Sexy-handcuffs. Camus Cognac, discounted to... Tape ran out. When we Crashed.


Lotsa BODS in the Lago. Some wearing expensive stuff, arms clinging to bottles of booze they could never wear or drink. A few lucky survivors. My gal and Me, totally naked. When we crashed.




c2019, davedelacroix. Our DUDE in Europe.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Ray Chandler.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Ray Chandler.




IN THE LAND OF Milk, Honey and the Yorkshire PUD, not a handgun in sight! Inspirartion positively fails. Market Checkout Gals say...THANK U MY LOVELY like Ray Chandlers 50-s L.A. but only in HD.... Who, if I cried OUT would hear me amongst the Order of the Angels!! Close-bossem DRUNKS whisper in my EAR like Funeral Directors asking for their bill. What is WORSE, I-m clean out of Nickels. Where do WE bury who we R supposed to be burying. In a Grove. By a babbling brook. Under the EUcalyptico statue of RODIN when he lost his Reason, looking so optimistic.... The Garage on my HEAD is just yesterdays coffee. Geographically, I got THREE major Alibhis!


c2019, davedelacroix, cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...CRY ME a RIVER!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... CRY Me a River.




CRY ME A river, CRY me a river< BABE, somethin ya gotta DO, Boy, Girl, GROWN MAN, Lady or U.
CRY me a  FLOOD. Make it sweet and Gentle, make it ALL U meant it to BE.
Just for U.
WOTCHA GET for your SINS, a Ring-a-ding-ding, dem SHARKS, dem fins, that circle your Conscience... Is there a Butterfly sky that can KEEP asking WHY that will absolve U of all of your Diablo!
I should know. Took out a Boog-aloo policy, back in New York, back in the Day when it SEEMED so Rockstar, that SONG I wrote, expecting IT to take me SO far.


CRY ME a NOAH, cry me a Kharma Cove, somewhere, someplace, we bask our little feet and small waves tap-tap-tap...




c2019,davedelacroix. cornwall. u.k. Little rich boy happy at last.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, dave delacroix.... BACK on Da Street!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... BACK on Da Street!


Back on the Street
SHE-S BACK!
Back on da STRASSE!
Sez HI!
to All she meets
Prince and Pauper!
She-s back on the Street
Encore!!!


NO outside GIG,
35h St. and 9th,
UPTOWN
She-s back on the Street
Torquoise-surround,
back on da Street, BABEE
this time!
Back on da Street, Sweetie-Pie!




c2019, davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Statue of Liberty.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Statue of Liberty.




dedicato. Nathana La Belle.




…..SOMEHOW WE made it. Broken, shattered, bric-a-brac of Personality.


Somehow we made it. Late nite, got off the D Train. Found CONEY ISLAND
on a Winter-s sun-lit day.


We savoured Bloody Marys, Tom=juice, raw egg, Lea and Perrins, Tobasco, pepper nero, lemon juice and Vodka, a Brighton Beach Special!


Boogaloo! Boogaloo!


Later, we Voyaged on the Staten Island ferry, saluted the Statue of Liberty
and a Kiss for Manhatten.


U were Jewish and I was U.K.




c2019.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dve delacroix.... The Alibhi.

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




DWINK to me ONLY... to me ONLY wiv dine eyes ...and I...will dwink to U.
Or sup a KISS, a Hollywood Miss and I will cough UP ...NO Homicide.


The BELLES of St. Mary RING a tune, my DOOM is in your embrace..
And if I should falter, a merciless DOG, I guess I-ll just Cayote moon.


DWINK to me Only under a Venizia-Moon, a Succubus, Lamia-guile.
And maybe I-m WEAK, but let-s cut to the quick!


DAT WASNT ME in the Fedora. I wasn't on MAIN STREET. They don't have one on
in VENICE. I didn't drive the GETAWAY BOAT....I cant SWIM!
And Lucrezia, we were in bed together...MY GAL...I got an alibhi!!!


c2019. davedelacroix. Palermo. NOT in Venice when Bank Robbery took place.

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

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




dedicato. Nicky. Gal in Koblenze. Only woman I ever loved.




SOME NITE U... never known
some KSIS U never pressed, between
the Leaves of your Maple-Heart.


SOME Gig U never played,
some Guitar U never strung
in the HIGH NOON
of your Necessity.


And that heart-break U never paid
comes back to HAUNT, mostly
nights, that UN-forgetting.


I AM not GUILTY!!!
My heart is broken.
THIS is what I KNOW!!!


TOMORROW. No!
Cross-legged. Stockings,
THIGHS! To Destiny
or the Beginning


of an END that
with an aperitivo,
a Gigolo says,
….we have just begun.
and so it goes.


c2019,davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....LE MATIN..

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Le Matin….The MORNING.




NO PISS, NO RAIN, no sweet Lorraine, no VIN de TABLE U Peasant! No GIG sur le TRAN-a-PARIS, no getting Outta here! NO Café-Matin, no Cognac-Cigarello hue, NO FRICKIN TOMORROW...CAPITO!! No Cross=legged, stocking, THIGHS-PORNO, to Destiny OR...the Beginning...OF THEE END...that.....Cough-moment....until U serve that Apperitivo...we have not begun!!


c2019, DD, ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Somethin ROTTEN in the State of England...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Something ROTTEN in the State of England..




There-s something ROTTEN in the State of England where Princes SIT and KNIVES cut faces on the streets of London.


There-s something UGGY with Offshore Bank Accounts whilst Working Folk pay for the Royal Limousine, Policed by mortals.


There-s something YUK that don-t Rock N Roll or a Guillotine, polished, that is overdue to slice the Back-Bacon and send Community-greed into Evermore! Nah.


There-s something, something, sad tomato, in the State of England where, confound me, I CAN put my finger on... A La  Lauren Bacall. And her tears they flowed like wine.


Yet, the Berlin Wall, the Bastille. They just moved it to another place. When do we laugh!!!




c.2019, july, davedelacroix, u.k., still not arrested.

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

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


dedicato. Marc Pierson.






...Only foreskins wiggle in the fallin rain, only VIRGINS-clitori wag their tongues AT young Bucks. Nuttin better to do in dat Sancti-Bordello of You, Me, U, where we stew, under the....


Only Clowns smile, rip your GUILE that smear LIPSTICK, that ONE-STOP beguile-a FEDORA, knighthood, a Film-Noir, a Murder, Lord Lucan, an alibhi...and dat get-out-clause...of Love.


ONLY the Song U wrote, a Piano, a Soul, a Note! Only a heart-string, a KILLER, U thought...would never come back again like a distant smile, a midnight train from L.A. to San Bernadino!


Only THAT under a Pacific sky, a GUILTY SIGH that we share in our sorrow. A Body. A dead Love. And whilst only foreskins dance in the rain. The rest write a Song. The ONLY.




c2019. davedelacroix. July. Cornwall. U.K.

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

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


dedicato. For Bill and Paul in L.A.




IS YOUR sponge the SAME as MY sponge...IS your Smoke Alarm as same as mine. Is your Commuter Ticket, get U there and BAX, or does your douche wipe U clean. Does your Skee-wiff return your Calls, does a TRUMP rattle your Drum, Yo! I gotta dusty Guitar, out of tune, kickin, kickin me.


c2019, DD., U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....TOO SOON

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Too Soon.


dedicato. Marie-Claude.




Too soon the Sun rises, flock curtain-window, OPEN!, glare in my eyes. Ashtray-left, fumble, almost sneeze to cry. Did I leave her some Euros. Did SHE leave me some Euros...
Too soon our VAIN wishes run like a SPLASH-rain in your eye, like the wind sheield of the Taxi that takes U to Montmartre, too soon, like a pledge, not devoured, but something LESS, a Moulin Rouge, to winnow your Soul. I don-t get sick, but then do we kiss...too soon.




c2019,davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...SATIN DOGS.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Satin Dogs.


dedicato.  Martina im Bonn.




Pokin 8 Balls, hip pockets, less than Common Sense, the WORLD in a Shot Glass, a BAR from San Francisco to Cornwall, U.K., quibble-quibble. see the Intelligentsia, the ragazzi, the resident slobs who parade meso-fashion, dour wives...wonderin where they are, their KIDS can-t afford a REAL Cricket Bat. No Eton. No Marlborough. Harrow down the street. Whisky and want some!


SPICE storage JARS, kitchen paper rolls, Midi-cookin PAN, Whisky glasses, EGGS...TOM Juice, LIGHTERS... WEED KILLER!!!


Wots a poor boy to do....BLOODY MARY!!!




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

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....The Reluctant Corpse.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Reluctant Corpse.






The Reluctant DRUNK, in town, gotta frown, when NICKOLDADY said> TIME, purleeze!


The Reluctant Drunk poured Whisky down his THROAT then had the audacity to YODEL...E...EEE!!!


The Reluctant Drunk...same fella...DIED in a CANCER Ward, a failure, heart, liver, steak and kidney Pud. The Corpse-alcohol STEAM from the next Ward, DOCS, trolleys, Med Studes, HUNGSTA, waitin to get at him!!!...A Cadaver.


THEN...ON DA SLAB...their Butchery-awaiting...HIS Soul activated, his CORPSE contorted, JACK-KNIFED, there was an ERRECTION which sent MASKED Doctors and Med Students alike running for dey MOMMAS!


There was a WIFF of a Moroccan Incense stick, a basso Cymbal...of, possibly, Chinese origin...reverberated...and THE CORPSE bellowed!!!....


...ITS a Long Wat to TIPPERARY!!!






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

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NO Boogie-woogie for TOILET ROLL.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... NO Boogie-woogie for TOILET ROLL.




NO Boogsta for TOILET ROLL, no DANCE, prance, BOY, Hipster, I-Phone, no APPS in his Soul. NO BOOGALOO for SYNTAX, a 5th of Jack Danny-boy...in utero!


NO SQUEEZIE for Da PENGUIN, no YAWK, no Whisky-doo, Kalamazoo, no Gibson Guitar, GAL on the floor, left to bleed, a sack of hammer-blows, a GIRL, some Pops kid...on a toilet roll.


NO BLEACH for DA KLEANER, who must come. Brother, Uncle, Paps or Son. Who boogies TOILET ROLL into an everlasting....BLOOD RED.




c2019, davedelacroix, tregollhse, truro, cornwall, uk.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... SALLY BOWLES in PLASTIC U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Sally Bowles in Plastic U.K.


dedicato. Inge, Hengelo, Nederland.




….PILLS on the beach, by Falmouth, with her costumed Dudes, all shapes and visages, bodyline, whistling her lamia tune. A cloud in the sky, she coils under a beach towel, SARATOGA!


TWINKIE-eyes...she FIXES my RETURN OF DA NATIVE Tax problems, Doc-Medic-connect-should I need it. A Local. Doctor Shue. Ein bistian Deutsche!...


ALL THIS and XMAS too, we Hullabaloo, kit out my new apartment, buy furniture, trinkets, La CUCINA!...Babes in Toyland.


SALLY BOWLES in plastic U.K., a SCRIPT from her Doctor she stores in my backpack at the bar where, carousing with the patio-ragazzi, is for an hour...OUT of my sight.


Back at the Ranch,  a SCREECH!
DID U OPEN IT!!
Open What!
My SCRIPT!
Honey, your Medicine. Why should I.


BERLIN WALLS slam-dunk into Love-s nakedness.


Sally Bowles in Plastic U.K., living in a garret, hungering for all the things, shaking fingers, a Sally Bowles needs...whilst her MANY Lovers Windsurf-sail across her horizon. A Junkies vision. A Junkies plastic Thief.




c2019, july, truro, Uk, davedelacroix