Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Portugal to Puerta Rica.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Portugal to Puerto Rica.


OK SHIPMATES! We 2 weeks from HOME Port. SPREAD dem CHEEKS me darling, or if I-m not a Portugese or Cornish-Sea=faring Man, I-ll spend my LOVIN on ya ASS then sing, Brace the Mitzen, HOIST the Tregallen and sing Sea-farin songs, someday, some Jane Austin, putting side her Needlework...might BE to re=count. Ships Log. 1778. La Navidad. Galleon to his Majesty, Uncle PHIL, whatever, of Spain, Portugal, dominions of poor bastards in the Americas.

Oh Aye! Porto to Puerto! Jimmied like Jack-Rabbits. No Woman-shore on THEIR Privateers. Their SHIPS! No Northern sea=man gave it any mind. Portugal to Porto Rica. And everyone favours their own Rum!
How come they are ALL Portugese!!!. Punks who ...Tourist...harass OUR Blonde daughter.... OK. O.K. O.K. I gOT IT. All PORTUGESE TEENAGERS are inherently HOMOSEXUAL. That winky-bum=showing OUT thingy....
I know. Body-clingy fashion. Let=s hope Baggy 40-s, lightweight, tailored, for those Atlantic Brats, comes back, possibly, to haunt their insidious dreams. AS ANYONE BEEN TO A PORTUGESE DISCO lately.... Bunch a dudes....Oh My!....Habla Espaniole!!!!


c2019, davedelacroix,  …………………...hoots. fill in blank.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...MOBY DICK

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... MOBY DICK.


Drink UP and BE SOMEBODY! Shut UP and DIE young, optionally. Kiss Me I-m IRISH, maybe not, this side of Waterloo. WHO DIED and put YOU in-charge! Leastways, nobody I know or respect. And AS for your WIFE, she makes a good breakfast. U should TRY it some time...on a Saturday night. And WHERE the frick were YOU, belligerent, STEAMING, singing songs of yore. The ONLY WOMAN I ever loved, back home or on some foreign shore...or, the Devil in Dixie, Southbound, like SO many Men before... OH! Well we go a-whalin, go seek out Moby Dick. And PERISH him as we perish ourselves, fates sticking post we stick. Hurrah me boys! Battle or Seige, now no longer a matter to me. I found an Island. And a carcass of a HEART, sits rotting with Me in the lee.


c2019, davedelacroix, cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DA MAX FACTORS!.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da Max Factors!"


The "Max Factors" a bi-sexual band/all looked HETRO to me/2 gals inclusive? -from ARKANSAS, usa, showed up at the Hotel Dave (8 million bucks per nite/broken TV) , stayed for TWO days, got em' a GIG at Alex's BAR on San Giovanni, Piacenza-Centrale?.... They (Da Max Factors?) are trying to break into the MILANO fashion-scene, play their tunes ..and then get - eventually? . a kosher reception in Israeli-occupied-Hollywood?... So. Suddenly, the HOTEL "D" is a Kibutz: I hand out mops, brooms, dust pans and spare GIBSON guitar picks! (For cleaning their nails?)... The MAX FACTORS gig at Cafe "St. JO" goes well-unplugged -till upstairs neighbors start complaining ("Ya fricker's are interrupting re-runs of FRIENDS? -Nutting like VIRTUAL realationshionships, apparently? - but5 the MAX FACTORS are not to be discouraged. They all dress, incidentally, like Mutant-Teenage-Ninja-Turtles/emerald green on black spandex body vests.. and sport LANVIN No. 5. Naturally, I recline...in ze background...


c.201-sumpting, Feelin Groovy!
 

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, NO DIXIE!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....No DIXIE!


...Now when I woz a poor LAD chasing horning sheep on Fern Hill, bollocking the Earl of Whatever...
Now when I woz a poor gal, milk-maiding, buxom wench, singing songs, protecting my Maidenhead...
Now when I was a Dixie, Pixie, Whisk=N=ary, sucking the DEXIS, heavens-to Betsy!...everything, on the Farm...seemed SO calm!

c2019. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...The SORRY People.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The SORRY People.




I MET bela Nadine, Nigerian-British at the Leo-Da Vinci, BnB in Paddington. She was an UBU Queen, I knew it at a glance. Firstly, at the BnB coffee center which she managed, she ADDRESSED me as SIR. Took me 2 seconds. WE were Dave and Nadine. And two weeks LATER, passing through London-Dodge-City, NADINE, in-charge of some brewski place, nearby. It don-t matter WHO or what U R, just come out Babee, say ME!, Nadine and Davey got da handle! Nadine and DD, artistes, who knows. Nadines and Dave, don-t matter bout each other what we know bout each other that WE DON'T KNOW. Nadine and Dave, Prince or Queen, what is meant to be, surrounded by, and in a SEA of BRITS saying, every 5 mnutes,  SORRY!....I fell off a Cliff! SORRY. I just robbed a BANK! Sorry. I just killed my Wife! Sorry! Did I OPEN the Beaujolais too soon! SORRY.... Yet, UN-cannily, never a peek-a-boo of a SORRY about the 20 bucks, borrowed last Tuesday, almost, beckoning or demanding...a SORRY from the innocent party.




c2019,davedelacroix, paddington station, london....sad ol U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....From 5000 year old PAPYRUS...The EGYPTIAN

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....From Ancient Papyrus....The Egyptian.




To Estaphalinka. WE will never meet again. Off to War. These stupid lines, uttered, spewed, orated in mildew. My life as a Scribe. Know it!.. Now, I-m a Soldier! We will never meet again on the banks of the river of life. This stupid life, my love, that floods, the passing, incumbant fears, father-mothers, wail in their passing. All things please Isis and RA....Please ensure our eternal devotion is transcribed by the Priests at the Temple of our City, Thebes. Let them KNOW of our love should I fall in battle against the enemies of our Pharoah. To YOU, Estaphalinka. How destiny, after death, in dreams, we pray to find a way and be as one. Salute to our Parents. Salute to our Love. Slute to our Pharoah, salute to ISIS,, to RA!




c2019, davedelacroix, old grammar school, with...etc.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... IN the HEAT, the RAIN.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... In the HEAT of RAIN...




In the heat of Rain...I call my Lawyer....
In the heat of Rain U took your MINK coat....In the heat of the Rain, NO Noel Coward, No Mrs Witherspoon daughters, no Flamingoes...on the Stage at THIS age.... in the HEAT of the Rain...
In te Heat of the RAIN , in THIS rain, tweed clothes, hunting-DO, agatha-murder-mysteries, wotchagonnaDO... with your Oxfords, OUT DAMN SHOE, or a pursed lip, a swing of your HIPS, dat Boog-A-loogie-SWING! in the heat of the rain....Sweet Jane...


I WANTED THE EGGS, not U, your Sister. Your Wealth, Your GIG, I wanted your EGGS as WE walk in the CROOKED garden, looking SO MURDEROUSLY cool, that U Purposed in the the death of OUR living endeavour.


The ONLY BITCH who hates MEN, probably, good reason, Angelica, black-tights-stockings,blonde-pussy-blonde hair, GONE-LESBO, the only Gal, like Judith. Between HER and Judas, you-d better give UP your Wealth! Jane! Jane! Put the Blayme on WHOSSIT!!!
So WE sing, Nastrovia-Rasputin! So we Sing, Methuselah! So we SING, Dr. Mabeuse, your Time is OVER, it-s time for U to sing a new Song...


In the Heat-Rain, bastards all-round. In the Heat-rain, I remain. Kisses on mah collar.




c2019, davedelacroix. Truro, old Grammar School, 1549. Sitting with Tim, Tamara, and Clem, the Labrador/.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix,......THE YELLOW SEA.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... The Yellow Sea.




The MEE-HOW Chinese Syndrome in Person, every one said Hello, Czesh, Nostrocivia, SKOL, Salute, Prossit, HOWDY, nobody wanted to GO to War. Kill each Other.


The MEE-HOW-Syndrome, U wearing a KIMONO or doing the SAMBA, MAMBO, TANGO, let-s FIGHT over the SILK U WEAR or... and the GOLD U WEAR or...the DIAMONDS U CAN EAT!


The MEE-HOW-SYNDRO ME...RADIO HOUR....on the Yangstse POEM to a Yellow Sea, GODLESS! Carniverous teeth! Damn symmetry, Tyger=Tyger! And the Yellow sea.




c2019, davedelacroix, The White Hart. Truro, Cornwall. Virgins Annonymous!...over 35.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....BREXIT SONG.

BREXIT SONG!


dedicato. Count Phillipe-Jean=Delafaye.






There-s a WHOLE LOT of living and dying going ON
there-s a whole lot of living and dying...on your TONGUE
There-s a ALL BUNCH, but it ain't the WENCH
U reckoned for, there-s a NON SMOKING gal-fascist
at your door!


There-s a whole lot of OFF SHORE money to be saved!
I got TIPPED by Mr Murphy's, said my Bank Account is SAVED
at HSBC, BARCLAYS, MIDLAND, NAT-WEST, all those bastards
who lend U an Umbrella, except when it rains!


There-s a WHOLE lot of BREXIT going ON. Too Many cooks
will spoil the Broth! C-mon U rolling river, I-ll see U when U tide,
a GUILLOTINE for some Blue Blood Nite.


There-s a whole Lotta living going dying, going ON, it DON'T stop
with some, like THIS, crazy ol song. Rock ON, Rock ON some
confused river, but y-all find it, somehow, some way, over the
bones and latent dignity of yesterday.


There-s a WHOLE LOT of living and dying going ON.








c.2019, davedelacroix. Brexit. Hanging paintings in my Apartment with Frenchie.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... POOR BITCH

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Poor Bitch...




POOR BITCH
this side of Wednesday, poor
bitch, I hate MEN!
I-m your bartender,
poor, on a Saturday,
poor bitch,
Lesbo, what I am.


POOR BITCH
tickl-twix legs
as a Child,
a full boog-a-loo
negative,
what U DAVE
think of ME...


POOR BITCH
we-ll drive to TAORMINA,
in a Camera,
lookin cool,
where=as U cannot reach out
babee, NO WORRIES
where I start.




HAPPY-HAPPY-HAPPY-HAPPY DAYS! Things I-d like to THINK of Me and JU....U got to AV a DWEAM...if U don't have a DWEAM....How u gonna get a Dweam come TWUE......Send Money!!!






c2019, davedelacroix, leornado hotel, heathrow airport, London, u.k.….hanging with Caroline!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Devil in Dixie.....part 2.

Our Man in Eururope, dave Delacroix.... The Devili in DIXIE, part 2.


SONG!


The Devil in Dixie, Cornwall, U.K.
a Carolina Banjo,
U.S.A.
or Kriesburg, BERLN
or towns we never bombed,
Vienna, Paris, some Cities
who got off the HOOK,
whilst Koln, Coventry-UK
had SO much luck, fucked!


Hamburg, Dresden
but WHY NOT VIENNA
or SALZBURG,
the fuckers who SEIG HEIL,
only the VICTIMS,
U PAZS, U KNOW
U FASCIST PASZ,
non-smoking Fuckers of TODAY


The Devil in Dixie...the Sausages
of your Time.


Doobie/do/da dee.






c2019, davedelacroix, ourmanineurope,beatin da meat.


T

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... DA SPINSTER!!!

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


…..the NEEDLE in da Spinster-s Eye
 bereft of PITY, that never CRIES,
 a shadow on the boulevard,
the Cypress trees a-tremble,
NOT above, but AT their roots,
when SHE walks by.... Uncanny!


WHO SUNK this Well!
 OZIMANDIUS, LORD BYRON!
 Or just plain JOE! Yet WHOEVER
 the Cavalieri, who came ONCE passed on by,
then again, who came too late...
and bemoaning his rusting Crusader-Armour,
  reflecting, as Knights of Olde are feared...sans....rode
 on by leaving THIS Madonna,
 seductionioi e abandomarto!... Disgraced.


The NEEDLE in the Spindster-s EYE,
 on ANY gay-May-day, unlike a heart or a Gyro,
has never wavered since!...




2019, sept, davedelacroix, dancing with Sarah, Olie, boogaloo, I see U on F-book!... The FIRST 50 YEARS are the hardest, Kids. No worries!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Midnight WOW Boy.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Midnight Wow-boy




MIDNITE FOR THE WOW boy, dat WOW boy! And GOODNITE for the Wow-GAL, last OUT, this side of the Wow-boy-s Stetson hat!
Midnight for the WOW-WOW, for the Midnight Wow-boy, Saturday night, too soon, for the WOW-gal, her Print dress, silk stockings, her left stiletto shoe, in the hotel lobby, just a drunk, emptiness, a door key, grand hotel-nobody there, Del Rio, Texas!
MIDNIGHT WOW! WotchagonnaDO-be-doo! Hike up your knickers! Bandidoes on the doorstep, or hunker down to the Greyhound bus station, get ya tired BUNS back to hometown, IOWA, better still, head EAST, tap-dance on Broadway, N.Y.C.


Milk...Pint,
Potatoes, butter,
can of Peas,
see Mrs Schwartz at the corner,
a piece of Ham,
toilet roll, tissues,
olives, a cup of coffee....


which is WHERE-WHEN I got discovered, tap-dancing for Hollywood. They then  flew Me out there. Gave me my OWN Apartment in Laurel Canyon. Great view of the L.A. smog. Coats, Cosmetics and Minks! But I STILL think of that Saturday Midnight WOW-boy! Some place East of El Paso...




c.2019, September. dave delacroix

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

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




The ONLY Woman I EVER loved, age 18. How OFT I longed for, like mine, her Viking hair, inter-twined, or the bestiality of her forebears, hapless memories, the sacking of Lindisfarne, the venerable BEDE, tied by Word, tied by a CROSS of belief, like SHE whose eyelashes swipe an adjective with every pen expletive, WHO CRIES louder than GOD....Morwenna!


Now...I have no fear. The Northmen in their Longboats...took her away to be a God.




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... Ous sans les Bastardes, dantan...Where R the bastards of Yesteryear...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Ous sans les Bastardes, dantan...Where R the bastards of Yester-year...Ous Sans les bastardes, dantan.




dedicato. CAT STEVENS.




OUS SANS les bastards, dantan! WHERE R those bastards, dem MOTHERS of Guitar and Bass, Stand-Up Drum-Kit, where R those BASTARDS, ever-changing, boy-girl face who made my Songs sing...


OUS SANS LES bastards, dantan...Who HELD my hand, LENT me Clothes, made SURE I didn-t starve, Smokes and BREWS, from El Paso to some Hollywood EL DORADO on a Gibson-sunburst-guitar-yellow brick road!


OUS SANS LES.....fill in your name.....,dantan, now DEAD or dying, girlfriends, Goupies-raging, nuttin new, sez U, in an Airstream trailer-caravan, stuck out in West Texas, NATHAN PAYNE, Songwriter, SOLO, playin slide or mixing cocktails, waiting for a Song, maybe, to re-sound...as in...


OUS SANS les bastados!!! The Ones I miss and loved SO well! Ous sans les neige, dantan. Where R the SNOWS of yester-year. And ALL the diamonds U can eat.




c2019,davedelacroix. Truro. U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... Drones and Dykes.

Our Man n Europe, dave Delacroix....Drones and Dykes.




D N D, the invasion of da Plastic People, NO SMOKING, No Joking, drones...and Dykes. FOOLS and FUNKERS on your E-mail draw your curtains WIDE, panoramic, if U can see da rain, wide-span! SPAM, your EJACULATION, U-surping your speculation, suck the NIPPLES off your girlfriends Monetary TIT!...Sad grey matter.


The Tomatoes..... MY INTENTION was to END it all, by appointment, on the Bois du Bolognge. I didn-t have a TOASTER, Francine, who I killed, she-s soaking in the bath tub, blood-bubbles, quite never-understood. The Renoir. Stupid place, over the bath tub.


BRUNSWICK HAM slices, Dijon-mustardo, a brogue of butter, wheat-toast, just li8ke the English do! And that, perhaps I remember, the TOMATOES, the Rumain, plumb, or Orchid, C-est Ca!...SIRENS FLAME, atmosphere. I am deaf to their fear!


Do U think they-ll GUILLOTINE me IN England or just HANG me like U.K. TOMS....I hear they R very good....


Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Drudgery, a gleaning.


Singing. Drones and Dykes! I gotta get SUM
Drones and DYKES!....All my GIG, gone Maitre-D




c2019,davedelacroix, 2019, a succubus. London, French Hse. Scribbled on napkin.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix.... On the Balcony.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... On the Balcony.


dedicato. For Bro-Turkish.




Like the dude in the basement, like me, coughing his Smoker guts out
every morning, every moment, he fires UP.
Like the Gal above, No 19, who squeals every time
her boy friend feels inclined.
Like the Twins, call em twins, Lesboes-who cares, making pasta
yet singing da blues,
Like the sound, a rear window, a compendium, a rear window of Me and to U.


Like a SITU, a Ladbroke Grove, a Madison Avenue,
a bois du Boulogne, a KU-damn-Berlin, so call me
on PICO boulevard. Some elongated street UN-worthy of Violins!


Like the HOMO in the basement, the HETRO in his flair,
acting, in his Camerro like no-one exists, and
the gal on the corner, the Sunset Boulevard or the KIDS
who-ve yet to discard, the COOL, the fashion
and....
the BITCH tween me and U, on the balcony,
with a bottle of J.D. that separates Me and You...Tra-la!
Like the dude in the basement...we begin.




c2019, davedelacroix. Barley-Sheaf, Truro. U.K. With Jenny.

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

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


dedicato. Marc P and Steve J.....Unknowing-life-long buddies.




Numb-nuts, dave Delacroix, alreadt midding Bulgarariun ….LATIN...Porn Store, moving, next door out of MEE, I-m longing for a YAHOO that keeps evading Mio, this night.
How TO BE yourself.
ROCK-STAR CITY, basket-balloon a worthless kiss, a MILANO-Whoo! There aint nothing that YOU cannot get by YOURSELF.
So we sing....frickin Ave GRANDORA, kisses Amorre, a piccolo whines,  a boy gasps, a girl sighs,
Pappa-s wonder why, Mamma-s....Mamma=not bewildered.
VENI, VIDI, VIDCI...Just who GETS to write the BOOK, Cesar! Pompey, or the bastard under your hook...


c3019, septempter, davedelacroix, in absembtium.

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

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




dedicato. Isabel.




The Only Woman I ever loved, woz U... This side of the Mississippi, Ganges, Yellow river, the god damn AMAZON, the blue Danube. I also mention the ORINOCO, a couple of OTHERS and the river NILE. But Babee, believe me, U ain't divin IN, SWIMMING, outta style.


When I showed UP in Berlin....for U
When I showed up in St. Pertersberg...A Cossack, thru n thru.
When I endeavoured, Brussels, gay Paris, a PASTICHE debonair
and IN London, I played dumb!
A print skirt that danced over Stockings-desert...


The ONLY Woman I ever loved on the Corso-Fellini, that drove a Banana-corvette, a Princess Lancelot, or Mesdames, Monsieur's, a Fouquet, or HARRY-S PUB, we find these days, mi bella, swishing your Givenchy. The Angels CRY for US!


O GOD MY LOVE, ous sans mah belle, ous sans les neigh dantan...The ONLY WOMAN I ever loved...Who CARES...if it was for U...A Piccolo. Do I sleep or travel...




c2019. davedelacroix. Barley-Sheaf, Truro, Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....SLEEPING RIVER.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....Sleeping River.




dedicato. Johnny Cash.




….I,.....I,.....I..... I TAUGHT dat Swimmin Babee
how to Dive, frickin DIVE, I taught her Sister TOO
how to sweet disguise!
C-mon you Rollin river, or shoot me twix the eyes,
dat Rollin river
takes me to the END.


I TAUGHT dem Foreign blossoms how to
Shine, shine shine! I went out on a limb,
to THIS day, I don-t know why. C-MON U ROLLIN
river, I-ll sing it all nite long, dat Rollin
river got mah crutch and guile.


….I,...I,...I,...I taught dat sleepin River!
I taught dat sleepin River!
I taught dat Sleepin river.....






c2019, davedelacroix. Hallowed...in Johnny-s shadow.

Our LAD ieverything else...n Europe, dave delacroix....Guy Fawkes Song.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Guy Fawkes Song.




I twalk to da twees, dats why they lock me away, I BLOW UP your house, it-s ALL I can Do! I talk to the BREEZE, it-s In-constancy, stays HERE in my heart, everything else...


I talk yet again, words lost in the WHASSIT, a ripple, a float, a promise, a canker of all of my Needs,
do I remember a Robin-s Spring.


I twalk with da ROOKS that gather round, on Tower Hill...where the AXE must fall. Good to see one or two, heavily disguised, Comrades in the thrall.


I squawk with a sneeze....CHOP!!!!




c2019, davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Sweet Jane.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Sweet Jane.




dedicato. Lady at the White Hart Tavern.




Sweet Jane
when EVERY day is like
another suicide,
attempt,
do WE dance or dive
HERE
in this eternity
not knowing WHO
or WHY


Sweet Jane
come unto OTHERS
like...
in a Moroccan-Knocking-Shop,
hashish your dynamic
AS IN
prep for a plane-crash,
head twix knees
and kiss your ass...ADIOS!


Sweet Jane
the Order of the Angels
sing your Boo-ga-loo!
It-s ONLY when U face
your Waterloo
God-s face appears...


How SWEET the rain
on your face
that covets your eyes.




c2019, davedelacroix truro, UK, doing laundry.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... the BBC, British Broad thingy...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The BBC....English T.V. Thingy
.... Isreali Occuped Territory.




dedicato. Marc Pierson.




O MADRE DIOS, Mamma-moni, do WE dream or scream, or say a kaddish. Do we side-kick the slicks-arrows, cats, dogs, shit, piss, artists fine suits, blow jobs to eternity, yet still ageless, on-coming, do we succubus, propaganda, the circumcised BBC...the ORWELLIAN KIBBUTZ!..when they persecute me by mail for a Television, promises of a VISIT, dat T.V. I don-t got... When these ROBOTS arrive...do I just SHOOT THEM!!!... Watch this space.


c.2019.  davedelacroix., Rockstar...livin in cornweird, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, How to get back to ENGLAND..I was wearing Bacon.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...How to get back to England...     BIG KAHUNA, age 63....I was wa=earin bacon, den-some!


dedicato. Lauren.


Crackle, snackle, fried eggs, kids huddle to kitchen, we don-t have much money, LU-get a pitcher of Water. Ramona, skin dem rabbits for lunch, Francesco please oil my shotgun, your mother HOW TO GET T., relax. Think-MOTOR CITY 66 COMPONDED,


SORRY
AT THE END OF THE DAY
SORRY
BY AND LARGE
SORRY
IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD
SORRY
BASICALLY
SORRY...


Mamma, wrap me ….2019....safe and warm.


authors note. It was always tough, tungsten, twix fools and funkers, mostly wearing white whilst I bumble-beed my gig, sideways, abstract, and tried to sing my Song. Stuff ya do!






2019, davedelacroix. Sooo tired.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Promises to meet...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Promises to meet.




THE SOMETIMES BLUE... twix what is false, true, Me, You, the sinew-stretch-a-chord, under which we roar and kiss our tomorrow, frickin-adios!!!
My DICK was very large. I have promises to meet...


This SOMETIME blue, catch a falling whassit, this Sometime-abercadabra, then there-s YOU!... This Sometime blue, GIG, spinning, excited, gonna take a TRIP to who know-s who.. My DICK was very large. And I have promises to keep.


The ROAD, too funny, too sometime-blue, Witcha-way-the Linesman, driving West on route 66, thru Oklahoma...on my way to L.A. Hope that Gal meets me in Santa Monica! And my Dick wails in the highway wind. As I have promises, maybe, to keep... How do we SCREAM....and then go silent...




c2019. dave Delacroix.

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

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




JADE!
EVERYONE-S GONE to New York, New York City. Nuevo Vista! Somehow we-ll find OUR glasses, to see, how U dance!


JADE!
Everyone-s gone to Manhattan, a travel-carpet BAG, a RAGE, a schemer-babee. That ..Yup!... kisses Ol Broadway, a City of abstemtious-thieves, who pick-pocket the moonlight, even its silhouette ain't sacred, the ghost of YOU, a Madonna in Plaid! Feeling Groovy!


JADE!
Everyone-s gone to Rock N- Roll, the Big Apple to UN-bear their Soul. Heteros, Lesbos, Homos, Ethnics, Tit-less, BIGGISH ones, Pan-fried, etc., etc., in an UN-forgiving GOTHAM, the market of market, AMERICAS GARMENT DISTRICT....Can U write a Song…..


JADE!
I am dying. I got a bottle of NIGHTRAIN red Vino. I-m on the Staten Island ferry. In my twilight I see the Statue of Liberty
Oh! Yo! Sweet Jade....


c2019,davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroiox....a MURDAH of Crows...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... a Murdah O-crows!


IS THERE A PENNY ANYWHERE, Yeah! Somehow, there IS! Like..the BE-ING!, the THE-ING!, the Kiss!, Miss!, Suck ya DICK-Vulva!!! And IN the rain. The GAT U FORGOT, like a Mackintosh. U left it BEHIND like your FORESKIN-MIND, you after-thought WIFE, your POLITICO, that after-thought-Real-Estate, some-some, stutter, Peace of Mind...


HOW DU U CROW in da morning, Barleycorn, with an eternal penile erection IN THE SHIRES, visions of Lesbos Nuns, the World awaits. Money-Money-Money!!!


IS THERE a DIME or Quarter, ANY=PLACE that can SURPLICE good fortune!
Slither, babee...into your coils and riches. Is there a Penny....No matter. I am NOT hypnotized. There R Taxis awaiting, circling, like a Murder of Crows.




c2019, davedelacroix, in England.