Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Wokin for Da Yanqui Dolhar!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Woking for da Yanqui Dolhar!

dedicato. …………………..fill in da blank.


WORKING FOR THE Yanqui Dolhar
Vex Me, Vex Me!
Woking for Da Yanqui Boogie
SOUTH SEA BALLOON

Woking for the Yanqui Dolhar
I never give OUT my Private number
Woking for dat Hearst Saloon,
don-t Vex Me!

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar
Lookin for a GIG
Wokin for that SERENE Gal,
She Vex me, LOW

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar
When SHE comes back
she always wanna GO
but REAL SLO, real slow

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar
I got mah Number
SHE got mah Number
don-t Vex me Babee...

Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar,
DANG-Vixen-!
Woking for da Yanqui Dolhar!
Wokin for da Yanqui Dolhar,
She got Me...all alone.


c2019. Tregolls Hse. Truro. U.K. Happy-New-God damn 2020!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... IL CIRCOLO!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Il Circolo....


IT-S ALWAYS TOUGH TO be happy when the skies R Blue, GALS on your Case driving A Maserati-U. It-s always tough to BE happy when U find your Guitar IN-tune and the House-wife, next door, sounds like Roberta Flack. Black Chick!...and U R lost in some Race-criterior... It-s ALWAYS, bummer! -tough to be HAPPY when it-s a New Year-s GIG, Love-Death-Bitch-Talk, People ALWAYS saying SORRY! -they forgot the AMP!! The Godamn VOX!!!...life on Tour...It-s always tough to BE Happy-happy when SHE says, I love U, YOU, the duderoni, dont believe HER but why should U...No! Fricking whossit-sorry!...a NATION goes into paroxysms!...It-s ALWAYS tough when a good friend passes away. S-Why there-s Happy Trails! And it-s always TOUGH to be Happy, my friend, dressed like a Clown in the CIRCOLO where U EXHIBIT...once UN-found...


c2019, davedelacroix. Still got a Pulse!!! 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BREXIT-WATERLOO 1 to 4.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Brexit-Waterloo 1 to 4.


1....

TEST-TACKLES!!! Who-s winning!
The 11th Hussars.
Where R they...
Left flank.
Where R WE.
Somewhere in da middle.
Have U SEEN Frenchie!
He joined the Other side...
With his LANCE!
Swapped it for a Sabre.
Horse...
Nope.
Just ridin his Dick.

...Later, in the Battle...

I just KILLED Frenchie. Came at me
with a Chicken-Drum-stick!
...With Garlic...
Fresh out! His dying words.
Steal his BOOTS!
...On my feet.


2.......


HE LOOKED LIKE a BAR BOUNCER
who-d just COME into Money. Everybody, including MIO wanted to KILL him ...mainly for his Gambling-Credit-Cards, go Carnival Seas Cruise, meet mysterious Gal in Fred-Holyhocks-lingerie who Betty-Bacall-s ya....Sweet Maan, U know how to WHISPER, don-t U Steve, Rick or Nigel...Ya just cross your LEGS then Blow a High Wind till Jamaica!.... I wish these LAPTOPS came with a built-In Ashtray....O.K. I had it ALL figured OUT. U would too, if U were MIO. Later that night I failed to get a CRIB at the Homeless Shelter.


3.....ALL DEM GLASSES, UN-broken, Friendships-zone South, broken hearts, debts, theft or Inequity, sons, daughters banged UP or CHANGE missin off the Dresser, a Court Buffoon expecting  Nothing but his gizzard on a SPIKE or AT the Stake of Common-Consent like some Winston, IKE, riding atop a Sherman Tank, a Roman triumph GRINDING under foot the MAMMA in da BLITZ who washed your UNDIES, made U go to School. Got the Congressional Medal of Dementia!


4.....2019. Can of Chicken Soup.
Heinz Baked Beans.
Loaf of Wheat Bread.
Veg. Stock Cubes.
1 Pound each.

C-est la VIE Mon Brave!...The PRUSSIAN, BLUCHER arrives on the Battlefield. ALL IS LOST. Forget your Muskets. Grab the PIG. The ONIONS!!! To Paris. Madame Le Farge. A Cousin! She hosts a Pensione in the Latin Quartier! Allez! Allez!!!...


c2019,davedelacroix. Tregolls hse. Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... L.A. Story.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... L.A Story.

dedicato. Dana Forbes.


The Death comes too soon. The Kid falling off a cliff or drowning in a swimming pool. And the horror-shock resounds, like staccato-screams. The Maid, the Nurse, the Butler! They run around like THIEVES and hungry. Yet No-one is guilty.
The Death comes too soon. Lady Charlotta, DEAD, even AS we speak drank that fatal Martini. WHO mixed the drinks...Allessando! Allessando. HAD to be! Or maybe the OLIVIa DE oyl-DUDE who supplied the Olives and the Lemon...

c.davedelacroix. 2019.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Ill met by Moonlight.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Ill met by Moonlight.


ALL THE LOST Amigos... after a Tequila or 2... wind Up with an Attitude, ill met by moonlight. ALL the faraway Valley Gals, same dandruff, sprinkle latent snowflakes in lieu of diamonds, a dress rehearsal to ENJOIN the lost Amigos-amazing, emotive-abra-sonambulistica!... Anyone spreads their LEGS or en-acts pornographic Love in the twilight of Moonlight! And why not! GOD-ordained! Parents be-damned!!!
Just WHO blows the first WAZOO! Who shatters the Socio-culturale MOULD! Like 2 preserved Porcelain dolls upon some musty hoarders collective shelves, coated with dust, dank, aging-slime, forgotten, inwardly, reptile-screaming...for LA LUNA, the Moonlight, or a warm kiss, dependant on the Gulf Stream that rivers into your heart.
ALL the lost Amigos strum a Spannish guitar. And all the faraway Gals sway in the Moonlight.


c2019. davedelacroix. old grammar school pub. truro. u.k.

Our Man in Euope, dave delacroix... Night Train to Samarakand.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Night train to Samarakand.




Night train to Samarakand...I was wearing WHISPER, U were wearing SHOUT, some kind of PARIGI, U bubbled in Italiano. I brokered Lingua-Englese, didn-t get me a MILE, the Passport IDIOT, fell at your feet with your SMILE. I said, BOOGLI-BOOGLIU, sais, Babee U! Passport Guy thought he was getting laid!


smileYour Mink BOA
constricted my Style.
Next thing I know
like an Immigrant ESKI-WHOA
I-m in Lago Whatsit
Lake COMO Gondolier,
meet another  CHERI.


And it DID confuse Me as a sad Journalist how COULD I be fooledby a King-s er, Mistress.
yet she took me ONCE,
stripped me off mah Pants
....serious London Tailoring...


on that Night Train....
U got it...In THOSE DAYS
Condoms were pretty, er primitive.
I threw the thin SOCK
out da window before we hit MILANO CENTRALO.


Hi Honey. I know. Look a bit
dishevelled....TONIGHT!
La Scala!








c.2019.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... White Horses.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... White Horses.


dedicato. Inga. Munchen-Gladbach.


I was leaking a CRY for U. That DANG, that Song, that Curse, that THINGY, UN-to-U. I was leaking a Cry for U, U gone, dead, buried, long since in the Mine-field of Life, like what WE said, that forever dynamic, that SPRING a-la-VIVALDI that we hummed, a-SEA-s cresting white horses, yet still making it to the shore.
Don-t forget to say HI! to da neighbours... Something. With Love! Less, like War, We forget.


I was LEAKING a CRY for U, faraway, on some England-s green and pleasant fiscal tyranny. Like U, the land of my Birth, white horses, now gone.


c.2019. davedelacroix.

Our Man n Europe, dave delacroix... The Candle.

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




DON-T LOSE YA CANDLE, don-t lose your Candle, just U and Me, DON-T LOSE this side of History! What WILL they say, what will they Write, their IN-sight OR Belief... U and MIO hiding-out in a CAVE, the Hunter ed -hunter ed down...for ROMANCE!!!
Wax and wane, WANE, in Intellectual despair. Do I reach for the VINO or go straight for your HEART....shuffling adjectives, couple nouns....we buy tickets on the ferry, bound for PAROS!




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Le Grande Armee.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Le Grande Armee.


dedicato. Collette. French Writer.


At the Cafe de la Paix we had to DIVVY up some change. PARIS. It was expensive, both thinking, JEEZE we gotta DO this crap again! U gave your Gold ring. I gave my fake Rolex watch. We bartered with the WAIT-staff. They didn't insist on our Under-wear, but we got OUT, free and clear, the price of dining above our means. And one credit card left, we took it to the Hippodrome, or MAZETS, cant recall. Johnny Depp was there. We glad-stared like Hollywood People do. Sodden in Pastiche. No thoughts what, why or when, another comma,Tomorrow, some Maigret-Paris, far from Les Halles-madding Crowd, just Tuxedo ed and Satin skirt, a throw-a-war smile. Then somebody got hit by a Citroen. Somebody puked on the boulevard, and Holly-go-lightly,  U stepped over it all. Another comma, nothing in your HEAD.... 3 hours later, when U bailed me out of the Police Closseur-Cell we hit the Faubourg St-Whatsit, eat fresh baguettes. I said, U look like a million dollars. YOU said, I look like hell. There was a Casino down the Rue des Grand Armee. So we went IN.




c2019. davedelacroix, a la recherche du temps perdu.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Let-s eat some Soup.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Lets eat some Soup.




Did U peal the Potatoes,,,
Let-s eat some SOUP.
Garlic, a Bay Leaf...
Let-s eat some Soup.
Did U remember to Conquer
the World
and bring it home to me.
Let-s eat some Soup.
And I see our Babee, Gregorie
is teething.
Let-s eat some Soup.


Gregoriev and his Cossacks ride by here every night and day. Do U know your Mama is dead, even the Dead Souls stay away. So take the last horses!!!


Did U find me a Satin scarf in Kiev or Moscow. ...


Did U peal the Potatoes...
Let-s eat some Soup.
Cabbage grinds or what we can  find,
Let-s eat some Soup. Let-s eat some Soup....




c.2019. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... East of Hollywood.

East of Hollywood.




East of Hollywood, Southbound, Milano, Paris, the slime of GREED permeates like a dank perfume. U can blame it on the Couch, the JEWS or the MUSLIMS....I-m awaiting the Allah MGM, where Saladin wins the Charriot race and CEASAR expounds...Ya God Damn ARAB, ya beat the frickin JEW.... It probably happened. Not in the Bible. Maybe in the Apocrapha or read a Rabbi-s Talmud,the foundation of \\\\\\\\\legal-\\\\\speak or in  Joshua, between the lines. There-s nuttin sacred here folks. People have their traditions. It-s Monkey-town. I like my Eggs sunny-side UP. If this gets me in a jam I will PISS on your Nightgown.  So...






c2019,dave delacroix....

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... ZIPPO LIGHTER!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... ZIPPO Lighter!




....NO SPAM at My On-line Funeral, no virtual Roses, wreaths, Gals with faces under Veils. And no sodomized boy-girl CHOIR, better Basso. Faure-s requiem. Let Mick Jagger wail!...metaphorically. ...and NO Limousines, minimal Carbon footprint and no Joking, but I hope SMOKING O.K. doobie-do! And when they BURY=burn my sorry Ol Ass-Zippo lighter and sprinkle=clinker on the river Seine, I leave U Lovers with one last thought, the Bar is OPEN...Let-s DO IT all again.




c2019, david

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Thinking bout a Friend.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Thinking bout a friend.


dedicato. Roger Armstrong. R.I.P.


I-m- just thinkng bout a Friend. Long since, it seems, I m THINKING bout amends, I-m just thinking-drinking DAYS that We....I-m just talking-yakking Blue. Not in my nature to just DO. I-m guilty as a Clown, like U, I can-t just quit DOWNTOWN, an-Yup! I-m just drinking to be drinking.


I-m just drinking for a Friend. Nobody in particular, somehow it could be U. And when the Almighty hauls me UP and whispers....BOOG-A-LOO, I-ll confess U meant a lot to me. I-m just thinking about a Friend. I-m just thinking about a Friend...




c.2019. dave delacroix, awash in Cornwall, U.K.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix... Where the Pussy Roams.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Where the Pussy Roams.




SURF-s UP BABEE, U in STYLE, long, long legs, yakkin AT MEH. I got NO worries, got some money and it-s YO!!! -a Saturday night, said the dog to the pony, hello Miss-Lonely...out on the prairie.
KISS ME AGNES. I ain-t got NO St.Ives. Last I heard they never took me alive! I-ll be your JESUS, Mary-Mamma-WILD. And if we kiss, a boog-a-loo Me! Such a shame we never got to drink a Tanqueray.
HOOPLA-BOOGIE, cat on da roof, that BIG Meow, a love...gone South. And as it-s YOUR testament I kissed and danced. But only U came OUT for a Chance, that Love-bite! That In-sight! S-where the Pussy roams.


And SO it goes. I was Sentinel. My Rockmount shirt, Lamas Cowboy boots, cheap-ass Stetson Sombrero. U walked out of that Music-Roadhouse-Hony-Tonk looking like a dishevilled CHICKEN...but I still took U in my arms and drove U home on a dark-velvet highway....Later, I would write OUR Song.




c.2019. davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Tomorrow-s Losers.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Tomorrow-s Losers.








....TOMORROWS LOSERS DRESS
rehearsing for their Cameo life.
Dripping-mascara, boys and girls alike,
SO COOL, the Cool
but when its spent, some numb nuts-
LIFE, shows up asking for the Rent!




TOMORROW-S Losers, everyone
but U and Me, DANCE=Jive da nite,
only the best Fashionista=flight...don-t
dance with me, I-ll dance \\\\\\\WIV U,
if ONLY....I could wear your shoes...




Tomorrow-s losers, existential SOUND,
a finite circle, a round and round.








c.2019. dave delacroix. truro, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Street of Fame.

Or Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Street of Fame.




OH BABEE don-t WRITE tonight. LET IT BE. Oh Babee, I-mah ON my knees, no PLACE to be... going for Tomorrow-s denizens who will take your WORDS and make them SNEEZE. Oh, my Lovely, let your Pen rest.
OH my Dear, make no VOW, better kiss the pillow of Love in this early darkness, the shattered mirror of Day that can come to Usurp your Dreams. I beg U, Unfound!!!
Oh my darling do not CONFINE-this, our love, a falling star. Let-s HIT the road, drive through the night on Ventura Boulevard till Hollywood where, there, U can walk upon the dead Stars of Fame
and possibly weep.




c2019, davedelacroix. Sunset and Vine. New years Eve. No Traffic. With Actor Steve Lee, R.I.P., a dedication.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... HAFIZ

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... HAFIZ




It-s A COLD TOMORROW, Kids. Always was. Like the Good Old DAYS that never were....There-s NO Cosmic diatribe, NO Prophets, no ABRACADABRA, no dude or babe wearing a Veil or a Hoodie. The PERSIAN Poet Hafiz...before the MULLAH Zealots censored his Writings....


Do NOT play with the Tigers cubs nor shatter a woman of her illusions.


It IS indeed  a COLD Tomorrow. As for MEN, Shakespeare, like Hafiz, has something to say.


The Night is LONG that never finds the Day.




c2019.davedelacroix. Milk. 2 bucks. Bread, 2 bucks....Maybe I can by some Brussel whassit!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BURRITO MAN.

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




BURRITO-MAN
all dem GALS
complaining, TACO-MAN, too short,Quesadia Twins
like dat Enchilada Gang,
and Cerveza got NO Biz on a Sabatta Notte,
BURRITO-MAN
keeps it all SO tight, El Brazzos!


Burrito-man
wishes away his Sombrero
enjoying the Fiesta,
musica-ranchero, and kisses for Juanita.


And there-s NOTHING wrong, nothing strong, nothing, a
strum on A Guitar.
U Fools that WIN, no Paradise,
Burrito-Man ever-more.


And ALL them Gals, Tourist-Senoritas too
will never know why Burrito-Man
is so Cool.




c.2019, dec. davedelacroix. Cinco da Mayo!!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... NO Dominion!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NO Dominion!




NO DOMINION, NO Katsoo, no Cognoscenti, no Lavoro. No Boog-a-loo, just ME, YOU and the CLOWN U walked In with!
No WAZEE, no Being, nor Being Free...I lost the Coupon!
Gone with wind like SO many Friends.
No JAZZ-a-ratazz, no Blues I can think of, just twilight, Insight and the spectre of a lonesome Tomorrow.


MILK, BREAD, BUTTER, EGGS, SUGAR, COFFEE. -Grocery list. The Market closes at 5.30p.m.




c2019, Dec. Ourmanineurope, davedelacroix.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix.... DANZIGERMANN

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Danziger-man.



HE WOZ DA Danziger-Man
The D.Z.
He was HER Man! He was her Man!
The DANZIGGERMANN!

Nothing I could DO. Absolutely NUTS!  Nuttin-about it... even though I cared.

My GUITAR, my LUTE, my Balalaika,
electronic foot-pedals, light-lazer shows,
NO BOOGIE. Tried Marcel-MIME. A WINK!...Not a chance.

HE was the Danzig Man. The Male IRON. Prussian. Polish. CHESH! -some kind of Gig!

Took her for every penny she had!


c2019, davedelacroix. Seaguls cryin in a dawn sky!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Greensbro, North Carolina...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Greensbro, North Carolina. Black Boy...1945.

…..Still awaiting for mah  MA, my Mama, with my eyes wide open. A song of Victory, accordin to the Neighbors. On the Porch, sittin, MAMMA-s missin, White Boys ragin, runnin round with TORCHES in this Bottom land.
The Time-s A-changing, I-m sittin, thinking of JEESE, who I sit next TO in SCHOOL.


c2019, dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe,dave delacroix... Hollywood Massus!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Hollywood Masseur!


A PAY CHECK FOR Jesus
and GOD on the other side.
Do We kiss, do WE write a song
some time
in L.A.

A KANGAROO just danced across the Designer Lawn in
Laurel Canyon, by Hollywood.

SHE-s UN-cupped
Bikini at the Pool,
YO! I KNOW.


The Tourist Bus arrives.
This is where-WHASSIT,
Mae-Blessed-lived...Clark
Gable, apposing kitchen window.

We rent this place. The
tall Palms are Imported...

Would U like a SHOULDER
Pay-check from Jesus
or can U afford
a rub on the other side...

OK Girls. Disappear.
I-m getting MISTY. Welcome to the Hollywood Clinic.

A Pay Check for Jesus
and God
on the Other side.
Do we Kiss or write a Song
sometime, in L.A.



c.2019. davedelacroix, L.A. boogaloo.