Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Sil vous plait...IF U Please.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Sil vous plait...If U please.


dedicato. Isabelle.


BITCH LEFT ME STANDING, LIFE left Awaiting. Wearing mah TWO TONE ZOOT SUIT. Amah NOBODY to be with a FOOLIN. Gotta Smart phone, access to a PORSCH-erini, a RESERVATION at Luigis, je nais respondez dantan, BITCH!

Yet ONCE it was SO simple. We lived near a FOREST, wore basic-designer clothes, took Selfies, recited RAP songs till the Cows, in revolt, usually stampeded in another direction. We painted the Trees with Industrial laminate, then drove our Gas-Guzzlers to the nearest pastoral dynamic.

A pristine Café, Village square, where we-d discard our detritus, paper wrappers, beer cans, used tampons, piss in the street , and wail, flightingly, man-s IN-humanity. Tee shirts in WINTER were always my biggest GRIND. I was developing a Beer-gut. RAGE! Blow U WIND!!!...Frickin Shakespeare!

Someday, some time...it was OVER.

Bitch left me standing with a torn tee-shirt. Bob Marley, some fricking Cool band logo. I KNOW I am WORTHLESS. So now how I seek, looking for that solice in my SOUL. It-s a Wednesday.
Bitch left me STANDIN! Life left awaiting! Je nais pas recordez, et tu, dantan...Ou sans les neige...dantan. I don't remember yesterday...and I reach for the Wine, sil vous plait.


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