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.