Our Man in Europe....now MEXICO...dave delacroix: The CANCUN DIARIES: No. 17: The DEVIL in Damascus.

 

Our Man in Europe...now MEXICO...dave delacroix: The CANCUN DIARIES, No. 17: The DEVIL in Damascus...

....Jaded by 2020, in England: Brexit-separatists! Or the Lebanon Explosion, and Micro-Wars continue, though NOT MICRO to the Victims, as well as the casualties of COVID 19, or-then the new Covid Strains to come; Panic-buying in Super-markets and  no neighbors-NO Love,

Yet I saw U in Symarra, YES YOU! DEATH! I was surprised yet terrified and suffering COVID 19 symptoms I cared less for anyone but ME. YA! But from YOU -I MUST ESCAPE!!!

I pushed through the fleeing crowds. Threw my Credit Cards at the stupid Masses!  I hit the Subway  I caught a ferry. I caught a Train. I caught a Plane...to the City of Damascus.

In Damascus, relaxed, I drank the pure water, dined on Olives, Dates. In Shah-Allah... U say. Yet suddenly-DEATH put his hand on my shoulder. I FROZE! I re-coiled! I was astounded! Had I not ESCAPED!!!

I PLEADED:  I saw you! I left U in ENGLAND! In FRANCE! In MANY Countries! In Symarra!!!

Death calmly replied: Yes. I too was surprised to see U there in such a hurry. But DAMASCUS was our rendezvous...

c.dec.2020. dave delacroix. Apres le Persian Poet: HAFIZ....

 

Our Man in Europe...Mexico!...The Cancun Diaries, No. sweet-16: The Drunk!

 

Our Man in Europe...Mexico...The Cancun Diaries, No. 16: The Drunk!

....Reader, adopt a RAGE attitude. GUYS, Masturbate-frantically! GALS! Visit Me and RIPP OFF your Throng!...don-t worry bout Spelling!

The Drunk.

THESE CLOWNS WE ENDURE, infected-loneliness needing their OWN Talk-Show-diversity, swallowing every LUMP of it-s ONLY directionless tongue to BURY pseudo-wisdom: going rate: $10 a Shot! NO-ONE exposes these DRONES, these loneliest of BORES but lets them prevail in Tavern far and wide or ELECTED, Politico to OFFICE with Bar-Drunk twisted, vocal  impunity. And at the KEG and CROWN, did ONCE I hear U make a Stand and  say...MY Round!

c.2020. dave delacroix. Happy in Cancun-Mexico. FRICKIN HOT!!!...Beach.

Our Man in Europe...Mexico!...dave delacroix: The Cancun-Diaries, No. 15: AM I BLUE.

 Our Man in Europe...Mexico...dave delacroix: The Cancun-Diaries-No 15: Am I Blue!

Am I Blue, babee wiv U, am I Blue, I-m gonna kill U.

Am I Blue. Tra-la-la-la, Polishing my left-finger-nail,

MANICURED  to Film-Noir your face, just AS I AM

Blue, I-m getting OVER U attacking me WITH an AXE!

And down upon the Paris-Metro Train, a Hitchcock moment, a KILLER-bride!

U pushed me ON the TRAX but I stepped aside!

Am I Blue, R U too, when I tried to invite U to SURF at 

SURF-Rider Point, Malibu, in retribution

for what U tried to DO me.

Now I-m wearing RIVE-GUACHE and I don-t have a Cause

but I-m keeping ONE EYE on U; and am I Blue: am I Blue!...

c.2020, Dec. dave delacroix=Calle Yalahan...On the Patio, Cancun-Mexicho!

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO!....dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries, No. 13: NEW YORK CITY: The Triple Echo.

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries: No 13: NEW YORK CITY: The Triple Echo.

 NOBODIES IN DAH HOOD. Ma, MOMMIE used to have an Apartment, 2nd-HOWSTEN, BLO-HO, old NYC, Hell-s PARLOUR. Decades later Long Island or Forest Hills Jews took over OUR JEWS; even HELL get-s NO respect. It-s in the OLD-whossit. Robots nodding to a blank Western Wall. WHEN do we hire a Myriad of Psycho-Therapists!!!...GOD IS PEOPLE not a Wall or Broadway!

Nobodies in the HOOD. My Brooklyn love. The Giannoes, the Aniellos, the Gravazzis. U can STILL get a Linguini....reason why they built the Bridge...

Nobodies in the Hood. Bloody Sergie! Katia!....Coney Island never felt so lonely. IVAN! Sing out!!! Borscht on a Sunday! And yet now the tide...

NOBODIES in the HOOD. Nobody-s in the HOOD. Tomorrow-s-Yesterdays CRY OUT, a Cultural triple echo! And our Children, some day HUZZAH!!! And THERE is Me, drunk at McSorley-s Old Ale House, East Greenwich Village, no Irish Brother mistaking ME but as an Englishman, a denizen of Old New York, a triple echo...

c.davedelacroix, dec. 2020, calle yalahan, cancun-mexico.

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix: The Cancun Diaries: No. 12: Aluminum Man!

 

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix: The Cancun Diaries, No. 12...ALUMINUM MAN

Napkins, Dish wash Liq., Air spray, Bug spray, Aloe. Meat, Fish, Sausages, RED WINE, replace broken wine glass, Greens, Spuds, Eggs, Tomato J., Lemon J., Spaghetti, Cilantro, Yoghurt, BRIE. Don-t forget to go to ATM. Leave ALL of  the above at the CASA then catch the 12 Pesos Red Bus to the beach. Look at the sea. Try to remember Tomorrow in the envelope you posted Yesterday. Don-t forget ...to look at the sea.

c.davedelacroix, Dec. 2020. Calle Yalahan. Cancun-mexico. This side of Paradise.

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...The Cancun Diaries, Nos, 10...11. Entitled, GONG! and The 2 DAVE-S.

 Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...The CANCUN DIARIES, Nos. 10 and 11. Entitled....GONG!....and The TWO DAVES.

dedicato: Carol M Aniello.

Y-all need to play Bass, something. Help these Songs along...

10:  Gong!

NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW -10 sheets, OUR thing, 10 sheets to the Wind or a hissie-FIT, a PMS, pro-found, print dress and all that VERSE U curse, your femme-fatale invective which U spew. Me too. In the Economy size, aisle 9. Electric Guitar on aisle 10! Minimalist accoustic chord changes prevail, then: NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW MY Prick, your TIME of the Month, how, AS PEOPLE IN OUR OWN TIME, we failed miserably or  how LESSER MORTALS succeed with our crumbs OR THAT ON A FUTURE tv SHOW, a GONG, failing to acknowledge or respect OUR Clown tears for all the WAZOO with which.... with SONG we entranced our Times! Stop Shouting!...The ENGLISH HATE IT!....funny. ...Yo. NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW where YOU live. Now, maybe where U belong. In BIG SKY Country. The Montana mountain AIR will do U good. Guitar Solo! GONG-GONG-GONG!....feel free.

11: The 2 DAVES.

IT WAS ALWAYS A GOOD deal, Yasmin at the Convenience Store, DAVID, we MET, the 2 DAVES, tropical-recluse-twins. IT WAS ALWAYS A BEACH of Worship, bloody Surf which en-acts life-s BUMP, soulster moments, Aluminum Foil, BEER, Bottled Water, Milk. A Lighter. Nobody STOPS this Traffic. Nobody can!

c.davedelacroix. Calle Yalahan. Cancun-Quintaro-roos, Mexico and a doobie-doo!

Our Man in Europe....MEXICO....dave delacroix....The CANCUN-Mexico Diaries, No.9: A Lute and a Winde!

 

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries: A Lute and a Winde.

GIMMIE your BREWSKI U BITCH, or a Devil-s Crew U Frick,  or Give me  that sinew that rages so old like wine to vinegar and GIMMIE your BENEVOLENCE, an ECHO. How come we live so acid-tongue apart...U in England....Me, now living in re-motest MARS!

....And we sing of Love-s desperation with only a Lute and a winde.

JIMMY my WHISKY, my song, my refrain, lusting for lost-loves that KICKS in your brain. A Situ- splendor, a dour Birthday. A Wish! A fancy ballroom Gig. A silk gown! A kiss. And a Winter-s tale, NO question: the dance of Life, then Death, we hold hands-divesting post-infante, portraiture or Selfies!

....And we sing of Love-s Whatever and nary a boy or a sweet lady to find. The dark shadow of yester-years. And the haunting!

GIMMIE your WHISKY-Frick! I-ll KILL U tonight. Let-s hate who we HATE, Islam-Fascists, let-s put out their Lights to keep our GARDEN, that kernel of EDEN, that GIG, no Prisoners...as THEY who will SCAR and make NO Prisoners of OUR children. Let them be executed!

GIMMIE dat Brewskie, that Tomorrow-s ZEAL that I might Un-sheath my Ethics Sword, cut down divisive forces or BUY EVERYONE a Mother-s kiss, an Excalibur of Soul... in Avalon and with my Lute and Winde serve to progress.

our man in europe. dave delacroix. Cancun-Mexico.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix....IN MEXICO....The Cancun Diaries, No.7...Love Song to David.

 

Our Man in Europe....in MEXICO....The Cancun-Diaries, No. 7....  Love Song to David.

O DAVID dear I found U here

 amongst the boughs, cold Christmas cheer.

 How DO U fame  my bonnie Man

with tears in verse from Nothing.

O DAVID dear I found U here

singing of my sorow,

and I can Sing, an echo

of your Good Morrow.

O David dear I found U here

I danced, I made sweet-morrow

I found, I kissed, I promised

my sweet David.

Oh David dear I found U here

amongst the boughs, cold Christmas Cheer

How DO you fame my bonnie man

in tears of Verse from Nothing

as we greet, we kiss yet all is but tomorrow...

c.2020, davedelacroix, calle yalahan, cancun-mexico, dececember.....NO MASERATI!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SORRY in England! Everybody-s SORRY in the U.K.

 

Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE: dave delacroix. SO SORRY in England. Not SORRY any where Else! ....A Song.

dedicato: Leon Wilkins & Antony Gregory, Dave Wood; BRITS who stuck it out?

NOW!!!...When I was a THIMBLE-Penis tree looking for a Gal that would make it 3 and ALL the repercussions of your 2020 respectability, cascade in the shame of your....I-m Sorry!...Eyes. 

Everybodies ALWAYS , gee, is SORRY in England. 

The BBC.Now when  Dylan Thomas-s DEATH-DOMINION  meant little else except a perfectly...referring to  Israeli Occupied Territory... BBC Production, featuring the Argentina-Vino-here in Mexico that somehow PRE-scribes how do WE Tax-Paying Scumbags CANNOT tear down the BBC ARISTO PYRAMID, the TV LICENCE, the Institutional BASTILLE. post a Placard of DYLAN THOMAS AND DESPITE THE rOYAL fAMILY DEMIGOGE Imago...which U must constantly BLOWJOB...from birth...This IS the BBC!....Brain-DOH!..Like America!..I cannot get a Green Card. Non-YID!...Amazing. My Gentile family from the 50s ON always paid for the National Kibbutz. 

Tough Gig being born ENGLISH. S-posed to have a CARROT up your ASS....so U can pronounce the RRRSSSSS we R NOT singing!

I got out. Soonist! WE  DONT EXPLAIN. WE R TIRED OF YOUR OXBRIUDGE FUCKSTER! Who cares who wins thje frickin Boat Race! Damn U MORANS!!!...ny decent No.10...the BBC...BRAIN-THINK/WORLD-THINK-GEORGE ORWELL and would IMMEDIATELY invesstigate  their FINANCES. WHO gets da MONI THE MONEY! THE MONET!, is IT in-fact  JEWISH OCCUPIED TERRITORY....OR!!!....IS it Palestinian!....CNN wants to know! WHO!!!! AT THE BBC!!! Is Sucking their OWN Dick! Can WE, yes WE close down their INSIDIOUS PYRAMID of CULTURE......A Towel on my Head, a Pair of Tits, a fashionable Townhouse. Can I COMPETE!!!

Now when I was a LAD, fern hill, all those god-damned places. my DICK was Strong. STRAWBERRIE FIELDS FOREVER....and ME and my family...didn-t GO TO WAR...we just GOT things DONE!

c.dave delacroix, belize, corozal, all at sea?...like U, maybe 2?

Our Man in Europe....MEXICO...dave delacroix...The CANCUN DIARIES, No. 6: Happy Xmas Ingmar Bergman!

 Our Man in Europe....MEXICO...dave delacroix...The CANCUN DIARIES, No. 6: Happy Xmas Ingmar Bergman!

IS THERE ANY BEER LEFT U MORONS!!!...So goes that Old sing-a-round the JOANNA XMAS-whoosit song. Or rustle up Old Joe to Fuck Grandma. Righteous! Old Gal-s last chance at JOY! Every lady gets there somehow-some time-way! And Old BOGIE., lost in his OWN retribution like a Dickensian Chapter. Sold Tiny Tim to White-Slavers in his Youth. Still ruminating. Didn-t get the right price. Pisses him OFF, pronounced British -ORF, to THIS day. No accounting for INTEREST. Monetarism, Intellectualism, Existentialism, Prosphetics, a Cerebral transplant and-or ALL the DICKS, man or Woman who wished they-d met or HAD a Route 66...back in their day... on the back seat of a Corvette-55, some nirvana. No Selfie could explain.

On the whoosit day of Xmas YOU can say.... I almost died! U can DIE. It-s OK. Twix heaven and Terra-firma. Like tryin to find a JACCO-TAXI in Cancun-Mexico...normally, like fleas, can-t wave Em off. And THERE I WAS...back in Sedentary-School - sans JIM MORRISON -  with backpack, recyclaboolie Market bags... loaded with KIT-Katz-Ice cream Lollipops,  bottles of CAB SAUV, MERLOT, a discreet bottle of Smirnoff.  And shufflin, albeit temporary....a HAMLET moment...my mortal coil.  U bin there! Yup. A GIG needing oiling. Striving for fatal  results! And SEASONAL REGRETS, quite worthless. So gimmie a SMOKE and I-ll tell U bout LASSIE like a Love-s Historian  re-writing Yesterday and ALL the Songs we may yet compose or devour as we DO in our bleak endeavour.

c.2020, davedelacroix. Casa Yalahan. Cancun-Mexico.

Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix, the Cancun Diaries, No. 5: 2020!

 

Our Man in Europe...Mexico...davedelacroix, the CANCUN Diaries, No. 5: 2020. TWENTY-TWENTY!!!

....IN 2020 EVERYBODY didnt have a Cold, everybody was Perfect. ASK the Bastards! January, everybody was REAL GOOD at playing Spanish Guitar, playing the Facebook-WAZOO, making a SELFIE-VIDEO and Snappies of their Recipes, CATS, taking out the BIN mostly, and Cold-Emotions, kidnapped by UFO-s -with the CAT under a pastoral sunset whilst Uncle-s tenor Sax wailing in the background begging for a deal with the William-Moron-Agency, situ. that Concrete disaster In-land from Santa-Monica, California where Reptile-tentacles put Coronovirus in a B-Movie shade and  U-tube-self loathing gets carried away apart from Conscientious Kids picking up the crap most folks chuck out of car windows/trash pristine beaches, put it in baggies....in 2020...on-going, always Un-sung!

IN 2020. WHOO-AH! Presidents, like Girlfriends, like Guitars! They come and Go. Who-s to SAY what the GIG is. It IS, yup, IZ wot it IZ. That birth, that kernel seed, that depression, that DESIRE, that Need. And WHO-s to CLAIM the perception, that double-helix of Understanding which undermines THIS  HELL we have made and sends promptly, our ASSES back to Nature-s way! A couple of Volcanoes! Don-t hold your breath. ATTISHOO!!!...Like shaking off a global POMPEII cold! It-s happened before. Ask the Dinosaurs!

At the beginning of 2020, nobody...sniff-sniff...had a Cold....

c.2020, davedelacroix. cancun-Mex. Off to da beach manana.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix....All the Fiona-s and Other Tales, 1 to 3.

 Our Man in MEXICO, dave delacroix... ALL THE FIONA-S and Other Tales, 1 to 3.

1...All the Fiona-s

ALL THE FIONA-S and OTHER tales of Man, Maid or Beast usurp the sanctity of our Shakespearean souls like a Chinese-drip or a splash of ice cold water at dawn, a morning-thingy, pre-happy hour! The EYES have it!... -subject to a beneficial re-count, yet reaching for NAYS like an addict, Un-believing In-credulous! A fantasy! Asking, could that be ME walking in Man-s grace with a twinkle-eye, saliva on lips, sweat brooding on brow like a Tsunami of illumination. All THAT and Fiona too! Am I the SUM of Man!..? So I dialed 1-800-All Fucked Up ...and got put on Hold!

2...Via con Dios.

VIA con Dios works for Me. Always that faraway Pay-day drunken nite when, un-cannily, something don-t work like a mis-matched Tie, a fiesta at a funereal or how-s your Mom, dog or distant relation; the bastard died! Or a wrong invitation. LET-S PARTY -going to a Wake and YOU, popping out of Life-s servile Cake...in a mortuary. And the twists and turns of outrageous fortune, embalming your dynamic that leads you on for vanity and dust yet never-more...Do you GRIT life-s fortune or via con Dios...Wanna take a Selfie!!!

3...WISHMAS!

Do U want Wishmas like I want Wishmas with U. Do U want Wishmas, red, white and blue, that Wishmas in your heart and soul. That Wishmas without Blues. 

Do U want Wishmas. Always SO cool. That wishmas that U and I once knew. Do you want WISHMAS like I want Wishmas with U...

c.2020. davedelacroix, calle Yalahan, Cancun, Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, Mexico, dave delacroix....Malibu-Surf.

Our Man in Europe-MEXICO, dave delacroix....Mailbu-Surf.

dedicato. Jan-Michael Vincent.

Always tough to go SURF

when that KID inside

getting loaded at the Malibu-Baja-Cantina.

Like exotic Guitars on your wall,

Longboards.

Ans it-s always TOUGH

to say, YO BRFO

I can-t come today

because it OVER

and with a fatal Smile,

Camaraderi

disolves.

It-s always tough

a Brother-s touch,

but a Brother Understands...

c.2020. davedelacroix. cancun-mexico.

Our Man in Europe-MEXICO, dave delacroix....The Great British Smiley People....THE SPOON. The CANCUN-DIARIES No. 3.

 

Our Man in Europe-now Mexico, dave delacroix...The GREAT BRITISH SMILEY PEOPLE...THE SPOON. The CANCUN DIARIES No. 3.

dedicato. John Hartman. Reely Groovey Films.

ALL GODS and GOVERNMENTS...not keen on their Constituents, rabid Supporters, bad-tailored Student-types,  a gal with a Freedom song OR ...TV back-chat-conscience or BELARUSIAN minimal Cerebeal development, THRUST! And WHO if I cried OUT would HEAR me amongst the....HEINE...order of the WHOSSIT! Your INNER RAPE or your SAD masturbation!...shopping in London, Camden market. Do we NEED a BLITZ to tell us what IS is IS!!!!....The RAIN...IN SPAIN...is IN your Boog-a-loo!!! Gotta thorn in my foot. WOTCHAGONNADO!...lol...Nobody without a clue. 2020. Hearing WISDOM like Andy Warhol =s pictorial Campbells=Soup!...The selection of NOTHING is All-important! Ya got CHOICES!!!...Mushroom.  Chicken. Keep going. It gets more complex. ALL GODS and GOVERNMENTS. All ARTISTS, all POLITICO Tyrants maybe your best friend who will TRY to SOUP your SOUL .It-s up to YOU if U DO NOT pick up the Spoon.....YOWSA! Mulligatawny! But only for a moment. YOU should live so long!

c.2020, dave delacroix...knee-high socks. Look-smiling!..cancun-mexico.

Our Man in....in MEXICO. Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN Diaries. She dances in the Waves.

Our Man in...in MEXICO...Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN DIARIES. She dances in the Waves.

 She dances in the waves, lithe, Unobtrusive, sinewy as the emerald waves that catch her contour. She dances in the on-coming tide, apres-le-midi de une faun, Un-bleating. And the swirl and cluster of each wave bathes her beauty as TWO eagles, sky-circle in a baptism of rejoicing that covert the moment until beachward eyes project and denzil evil in voyeur cacophany. A cloud perhaps. A shadow. A prophesy. She dances in the surf, that Nyrid of innocence. Tomorrow,-s sordid BITCOIN splashing gayfully in the On-coming tide. As she dances in the waves. She dances in the waves. She dances...in the waves. And all my cares, like a South Sea bubble just sail away UN-like the greed that festers or rots in tide-less Souls!

c.2020, davedelacroix, Calle Xhallana, Cancun-Mexico. At Punte-Cancun, public beach.

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries...YASMINE & Co.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix....The Cancun Diaries....YASMINE & Co. 

dedicato ...LALO.

OUR MAN IN Santiago-CUBA Sebastian, black skinned Liverpudlian, born an whossit-U.K. reminded me today at the 11th hour that MANANA-tomorrow was a Public Holiday in Cancun-Mexico. I reminded him that I had once MET Sergio Mendes, could Hitch-hike by night just by the STARS and  please purloin some towels from our recent shared Hotel for my new Urban Pad sans bits and bobs.

 One of THOSE moments. Outside of hitting on a Beladonna we both promised NOT to make a note of it in our Under-pillow Diaries. Liberating Bathrobes from Hotels might come back to fiscally Credit-Card haunt. Covid Days. And ethically...Old Sins cast long shadows. On the OTHER hand would they want that complimentary Toothbrush back!

UNEXPECTED. My new Mexican Landlord....I needed to meet his MOM. COOL!!!..Dave! Then...This is my Grandmother and  I gotta turn U ON to YUCATAN Cuisine. OH! And dont forget to switch off the AC if U go out. I think I got the picture most Joyously! Made sure he-family, OUR MAN IN CUBA, some French folks were my first house-CURRY-dinner balmy-patio guests. PIX on Facebook someplace! Tropic night.

AS FOR the next days Public Holiday....Had a FIX on a nearby liquor store. YASMINE and Christian. Cool Kids blasting out VAN MORRISON....Public holiday or NO, my 12 pack of Brewskies was assured!...Our Man in Cuba. Our Man Dave. And my Mexican buddies in Cancun...And Our Man in CUBA, heading home next days. Gonna miss this Cancun-Cuba BRO. Old giggles cast Tomorrows Smiles. Yasmina & Co. too! Asta la vista!...Guess, all good, just sometimes its the way it goes like every cloud has a Silver whossit!

c.2020.davedelacroix. Xalahal Ave.S.M. Cancun, Mexico.

Our Man in Mexico, dave delacroix... GATO NEGRO...The Black Cat.

 

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave delacroix... Gato Negro-The Black Cat.

....Now there was an old Woman who lived in the woods, a-ween a-weena-war-yah, she had 10 kids, prime-ministers, presidents, dictators, tyrants, gato-negro every one, down by the river Whore-Ya.

Just checked out the limited swimming pool situ  at Cancun-Mexcico=s Hotel Colonial. The Night-Punk watchman is almost a Costa-Rican Non-smoking Fascist. Funny how non-obesity-latino MALES with no cerebal possibilities gravitate to HEIL HITLER. Their chubby amigoes, happy in food, life, love couldnt give a whoosit! In 50 years, a Bergen-Belsen, perchance...only with palm trees. Glad I=ll be out of the Gig. A Free Khadish! And I KNOW I get accused of being Palestinian or Jewish or Irish and its a tough responsibility, not even a member of a decent London Old Boys Club, a DARK HORSE, a D.H.Lawrence, a Swizel-stick, a black beard. A-HUM! In-divisably. A Young Frankenstein. A BUNCH of syllables! READ MY LIPS! PUT THE CANDLESTICK...BACK! U-betcha. Riding THEE Gig. And a-back of Histories Holocaust MILLIONS, chartering the un-forseen, potentially tragic waters of Tomorrow, as the sad-sap course of Life is inevitable... or STRIKE OUT fair Youth!!! And like ANACREON, Greek Poet-dude,  an old Guitar, a buzz, a hum without a strum. PEELUNG!!!...THAT-S a STRUM!

Meantime, not losing HOPE ....there was an Old Gal who lived in the woods, etc...A Gato Nero. A Black Cat. Perhaps she WALKED in front of U. God forbid she walked in front of Me.

c.2020, davedelacroix, hotel colonial, cancun-mexico.

OUR MAN in Mexico.... Have U ever been to Kilarney...

 

Our Man in Mexico... Have U ever been to Kilarney...

dedicato to ALL the Geraldines! Not exactly a Rifle Battalion.

Now when I was THERE but not quite THERE by the loughs, in the ferns, by a lonely willow tree and I Es-pied your heaving bosom with my Grandfather-s ancient telescope, a precursor to PORNHUB.Com, and have U a A LA RECHERCHE ...all the fiddling in adolescence which, twix then and NOW, Smoking-permitted, were neither HERE OR, U got it. wandering LONELY as a CLOUD. BE-jeeze! There were tough times in Co. Mayo. County Waterford too! Bloody Crystal! And little salad to speak of back in Mayo... Which of course now explains many things.... Have U ever been to Kilarney. Some folks, I hear, never have!

c, 2020. davedelacroix. Hotel Colonial. Cancun-Mexico.

OUR MAN in Mexico, dave ddelacroix... Way over Yonder.

 

OUR Man  in Mexico, dave delacroix... Way Over Yonder.

way over YONDER, MAH gAL, ACTUALLY, MY eNGLISH GIRLFRIEND who IS Dyslectec...as gone. Been a while till I got around to writing this Song. She discovered the Irish Chain of Murphys Bars and the good Lord knows that aint SO wrong!

Way over yonder I-ve been chewing mah CUD. Not so easy when U....think of several rhymes, chances R U-ll hit the mark which is WHY I-m way over Yonder polishing mah BLUES. UN-pawning the Six-String,  No loose change on the sideboard and NOTHING to crow home about...except my bereft-cerebal dynamic. I checked it! Its true! Took an M.R.I. And then I looked in the Mirror! DID YOU!!!

OK. Saxophone. Settle down.

 I-m just way over Yonder, way over Yonder, a Loser for that GAL called You...

c.davedelacroix, nov-2020, hotel-colonial, cancun-mexico....

Our Man in...now in Mexico. Dave Delacroix...HAMLET

 Our Man...now in Mexico, dave delacroix.... Hamlet.

dedicato. Marc Pierson.

WHAD WUD U WANT- what would U GIVE, what CAN U give for the HORROR U see. SMILELY!!! What SONG U sing, what bell ring, and what harmony from even MY old bones can resound. Your inner-Smuck! LIP-SMACKING! What is OUR worth, blood and dirt, spent pissing off a WORLD-not doing much in Vino Veritas. YA RENTAL, never got to OWN what anything-s bond, Some Gal got big Bazookas. Some Male Masterdon!.....And dust to whatever, whad U wud want. But BEFORE I get on the Story of .... O Sweet Marie! O Sweet Marie! O Sweer Marie!¬intrinsic-vibe and Life-s electricali...and THERE, emblazoned, full costumed, on your knees! Her name was...

c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe-NOW in MEXICO, dave delacroix... Bonjour Tristesse. Good Morning Sadness.

 Our Man in Europe-moved to Mexico...dave delacroix... Bonjoure Tristresse. Good Morning Sadness.

Dedicato. Sylvia in Freiburg. 

DAHLING, my Tux is fake, your Lamia-a snake, 

I dont have the MONEY to pay for your CAMPARI. ..

.My KISS is smeared by your LIPSTICK KISSED--I look like COCO DA CLOWN

 in bad lighting. 

But when I strum my Guitar...

DAHLING, my Texas-BOLO, 

when I WHIPP out my YAHOW, still nobody listens to our GROOVE.

 Its just a sad refrain, and the MARIACHIS strain to sing 

YOUR Soul and ALL the INFERNO that WE cant possibly know... 

that twists and turns,

 as my KISS is SMEARed on your lips= cross-painted,

 looking like a Road sign ...

and I, predictably, jaded,in the shade,

 a SILHOUTTE

 whilst U bask in the sun, 

bonjour tristesse 

and all the god damned world applause

gives US a standing ovation!...

c.davedelacroix. Pitiful. 2020.

OUR MAN, presently in a TACO BAR....Dante-Twist!

Our Man...In Cancun-Mexico...Sans Sombrero...Dante-Twist!

I left my Lefty at the 7-11

Dante-twist at the 5 and  dime

and timeless songs

got U strangely thinking

buddy, can U spare a dime.

I left my Passport,

my Monet too, frickin canvas

and my Zippo lighter

gone home to U

I left my Mojo

at the Gig they were  taking

I queued all day

to say I was SO

AND

I walked in front of a BUS 

they were driving

to get CLOSER to U

...and the MAN said

lie down...

and U will be OK.

and the MAN said, ECHO!!!!!

And THAT is all I can remember. 

........

c.2020, davedelacroix. Hotel Colonial. Cancun-Mexico.

MAN...in MEXICO, dave delacroix.... MOON upon the SEA.

 Our Man...in MEXICO, dave delacroix... MOON upon the SEA!

...MOON UPON The SEA

sublime-light-silhouette

telling Me

LOVE is true.

MOON upon the sea,

Pre-destined

for THIS Sad-sap

on the Cancun-Mexican shore:

and all the years, seasons, celebrations

could not combine

to feast the moment

when Moon upon Sea

whispers....you BE.

c.2020, davedelacroix, hotel colonial, cancun-mexico.

Our Man in ....now MEXICO...Dave Delacroix, Our DUDE at Large.

 Our Man in...now MEXICO...Dave Delacroix, Our DUDE at Large. Montezuma-s Revenge!

.....Montezsuma-s Revenge.

SO THERE I WAS WALKIN on the backstreets of Cancun-Mexico...Say! Has anyone seen the SEA. Lost and found it seems to be that CIRCLES, Frickin CIRCLES, get directions HERE, get directions THERE. NO accounting for roadside advice. Comes UP every time. Nobody KNOWS, with the best Intentions, a Buck for a Dime. And the COGNISCENTI, knowing ALL=rumour has it!... never give advice less they LOSE their Cogniscenti savoir-faire STATUS... It HARD to deal a STRAIGHT Vinge-Une...21...Card game, that lost-tuxedo, that TEJAS BOLO and that SHIT, intellectually, RE-stuffed back UP their own backsides to know they-ve met their servile-match. Tough to KNOW if they even know it, I mean, really, way down in your GUT.  

And so THERE I was walkin... Didnt need a toilet. Just a view of the SEA! Maybe later. A Tequeila, a Burrito. A Senorita. And all that Heaven allows...

c. davedelacroix, our man in europe, cancun, mexico, nov, 2020

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Cinco De Mayo

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Safety-Dance!

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Safety-Dance!

Dis-entangle your UN-toward SMILE, get with SCREAM your Mandrake root. Jump UP, DOWN, find the DEVIL in your feet. A SAFETY-Dance, a clickity-clack, that whoosit! If U don-t know how, U R probably worthless!

Dis-entangle your Pandemic-brew, that SWISH, that GIG, U on the Phone, that heaven,  your deep Well, that silence and the HELL that leads U to your Sticking Post... where-from U arrived without identity, roots, WEEDS, or some grotto where, ONCE, a Knight spoke to a fair lady. Her name forgotten.

Dis-entangle that WEB, that intrigue, that CONSPIRACY, the whispers, what should, can or BE. Like an Empire, its SECRETS -the Power that lasts so long, but only for a reason. And the Night is long that never finds the Day, so some say. That Safety-Dance that keeps U on your way.

c.2020, dave delacroix.Madrid.-Spain, boogie to Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I-M SO GLAD!...Prado Museum, Madrid, SPAIN.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I-m so glad. Pado Museum, Madrid, Spain.

The 2 Detectives, Raymond Chandler, would be happy seeing me sweating, or being GLAD. Everybody has a right to be ...to be glad. Where Innocence gets to peek-a-boo. So let me tell U a Story....

PRADO MUSEUM. Madrid-Spain.

First attempt, refused entry. I had a flimsy Backpack. PISS-OFF¬!

Second attempt, refused entry. Must buy PRE-paid Ticket!

Why...

COVID. Museum is jammed-pack, a Sunday. FREEBIE. Every Back-non-Packer showed Up. Cheap-ass Tourists!

Third attempt. Tried PRE-Purchase Prado-Ticket though ONLY YOU HOTEL ATOCHA reception bi-focal dude...He reminded me I had asked him twice before, suggested I should HIKE over there for a THIRD time...in the rain...and luck out for a Tourist-cancellation ticket., some Jacket-brat old enough to be my... probably lives on Internet-porn ....whatever. Viva-Espana. Spoke English with disdain. Looks like a Non-smoker!

FOURTH attempt at the PRADO....Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I just stay IN BED, order Room-Service. After all, aged 65, dying of CANCER, I get to hang out UPSTAIRS with GOYA, Velasquez, EL GRECO sometime soon. Figure Me and the Boys-ll get a-long just fine!....Ciao to ALL Afficiandoes!...Asta la Vista!

c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope,madrid, big town, spain, on my way to Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...COVID U Sucks!

 OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix....Spanish Moss!

O Spanish Moss will U come back to stay! O Spanish Moss, tomorrow-today! Leaving Me hopeless, tomorrow-today! O Spanish-moss will U stay. And through out the night... holding U tight, O Spanish Gal will U stay...

O Spanish Moss, in sway ...and SING, no class-attitude ring, hot-cross-buns, blah-blah-fish cakes! How do U protect your PENIS-VIRGINITY....an English-thingy...Throughout da nite, ridiculous-people in School-ties!

O Spanish Moss. I gotta VISA to MEXICO. Yorkshire PUB for a BURRITO...Maybe I got it XACACA., least ways, out of sight of the STANK, British, insidious= lost Well of Souls. HP SAUCE....Slime for the ANIMAL FARM.....Boris !!!..

O Spanish Moss. I am Old! But still KICKIN....!!!

c.2020, davedelacroix....Madrird.

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

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

Everybody got a SEASON, everybody got a NEW YELL. Everybody got a Poem, a Song or some way to say HOW YOU SHOULD GO TO  HELL. Everybody got a wise-crack, an IN-sight, a death-rictus smile when they pronounce your OPTIC, and bring your GUILT outside and  into YOUR eyes. OPEN-WIDE!

Everybody-s got a chance at a Smile. Everybody, ITS FREE, free to GRIN. The Sky, the Sun, the Beach, the Sea!!! All these things bout having FUN. Everybody got a shot at THESE, life-s bits and bobs. And WHO...amongst the Order of the Angels!.... I can-t hear your voice!...

Everybody-s got a LEAVE YOU ALONE when U promenade or sit at a table. Everybody got an  A LA CARTE, a pastiche, but ALONE. And everybody, to travel alone, no Internet, no cellphone, just oozing IN the cool-alone, everybody got, everybody got...alone in the Crowd! That Song U refuse to hear. And barely, accepting to share, cast before U on tomorrow-s tide.

c.2020,davedelacroix, madrid. Spainly on da plainly. ESPANA!

Our Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Manor House.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Manor House. 

DID U KILL THAT GAL JACK BRIGHT, did U kill that DAMSEL. Known to be out courting with...Did U kill that bella so sweet. Did you kill her.. in the Night.

Did U MURDER, did U destroy the love of your LIFE. AGONE! Jack Bright! Remember the NIGHT! Pots of Ale. Walking across the stream-bridge. Did U use a CUDGEL, did U have one WITH U, can U remember!!!...Drunk as U were!

DID U KILL or could be of  KILLING that Gal. She was sweet SALLY. The village Lassie. And oft to suspicion but no culprit in sight. Her scarf, her flowing dress in the stream, a Pre-Raphaelite-Rossaline, a bubble of air, her last breath that barely surfaced, drowned unto who!  Her Life-your SOUL!...Who murdered Who!

Jack Bright  now lives alone in a Government Council subsidized  House...Socialist-thingy. He-s old. Love-forlorn. Simple but fatigued. But ANOTHER old guy, Waldo Wright, self-contained. Lives in the Manor House. Gotta smile on his face. Plays the Lotto. Gets Salutes! Got Snake-eyes! Got his NAME on a Tankard at the Blue Boar Inn.

c.davedelacroix. 2020. Oct. Madrid-Spain.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Everything-ll be alright in Madrid, Part 2.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Everything-ll be alright in Madrid.

dedicato. 2 bright lites. John Hartman, Carol Aniello.

Nothing passes Greeds-Grasp when Inner-hunger yearns to mulch poetry or poverty like reptiles torn twix hunger and cowardice-reptile-voluptile, the kind U see in Hollywood....no napkins.

Nothing excretes better, more sublime than your best friend...in a Jam...a Lady Marmalade...who sells your Soul in the adjoining San VAL apartment for a Dime, a cold kiss, a line to the Paparazzi...

Suggestions! Ballet Dancing! A Life in the Boonies! Teach Mambo, Limbo, Fandango! Better still. Get outta DODGE. Everything-ll be alright in MADRID. Sword fencing an option. It-ll be alright in Madrid, maybe some day. OLE!!!

c.davedelacroix.  October-2020...ONLY YOU HOTEL, room 203, Madrid-Spain. 

Our Man in Europe...Our BRO in Japan, dave delacroix... It-ll be ALRIGHT in Madrid!

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... It-ll be Alright in Madrid.

dedicato. Borgia. Night-Guy. Only UI Hotel.

......Suffling-snuffa-jacks!!!...Blah-blah-Fish cakes! ENTRE-NOUS, twix u an MIO, less said the better, it-ll be alright post Barcelona. Cold at Night, blazing hot days. Breakfast too early, Dinner too late. ONE THOUSAND TAXIS await for your ECCO-consciousness. BELCHING POLLUTION.  How do U OLE your SENOR, for LIFE, in this high-heeled |Corrado...or SENOR....riding a SKEETER, zappin down  a STREETer in skin tight alleur...buzz-swizz. Hypnotized by your genetic devour!

Philosopher Rousseau... I sometimes THINK....Therefore, I sometimes AM.

Oh my snuffin-a-griping, m,y OLE, my MADRID, I sing of of my Madrid tonight. My despair. But I will be OK in this Madrid night. Where is the Voyage, that Ship, that Sea! It-s SINKING. I just threw shipmate Rousseau a PILLOW. Relax. It-ll be alright in Madrid!

JEEZE!!! Somebody just climbed onto my Hotel Balcony! Got a bottle O-Scotch too!!!

c.2020, dave delacroix. our man in europe.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....NEW SWITCH...

 

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

Twisting-sinew, BACK. accordion, PAIN and inter-twaian and...MEHOW!!!...the things that U cannot explain, Zsceh-Zech. Dont FORGET bout  our GIG in Capo St Lucas!

Swimming, completely NUDE-A-RUDI, la plate du jour a Paris. Do I Esquargo, or do U\comme ce va, ....do U chanson ma vie.

Cest Ca. POVERTY dans le Bois de Bonvilies....!!!.....Its a Jardin by the River, cest-possibly, where we Artistes meet.

WE MEET among the Seine, where Lovers refrain...in this CHATEAUX of your burning love....

c.davedelacroix.2020.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....5 Canzoni por la Ragazzi, 5 EASY PIECES.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... 5 EASY PIECES.

dedicato. Michael Durliat, Esq, William Houston, Esq., and Accountessa Carol M. Aniello.

1... NO WONTON My Love!...Menu for MURRRRRDER!

SUSHI GONE BAD. Happens! Frickin Blow-fish. Happens over-night. MURDER. Clean knives. EVIDENCE-in sight. DnD, Lost Kids N Found Detect Agy...on the Job...and the lost Japanese-kid Hizzarto, lost in L.A., trucked the Yellow-Brick-Hollywood... to kick OFF that TOKYO... like Bruce Lee. Got as far as West Hollywood where most Dreams Syonara faster than a Won Ton Soup on a weekend! Wish I could Karate more!!!

2... U Can-t Lose in Toulouse.;

U can-t lose IN Toulouse. BABY, we were born in that Song. And your ASS, like mine. And according to JUNGIAN whossit, we still dream. 20 years ago some School-gal kiss said THE BOYS all SUCK in Toulouse. I believed her. But maybe She was cute! YUP. Je returnee! So SHOOT ME!

3..... A RENDEVOUS.

A Rendezvous, a case  of U in A world gone tutti-pazzo! A Rendezvous, a case of U. Who, GUILTY, who, les Innocents, Masks on the Street. A silent SONG leading us into Tomorrow. A rendezvous, how do we chose that next un-certainty. Do U or I kill that inter-change, a station to station...What sould I WEAR!...See U a la Gare-centrale mon-cheri!

4... The GRIT.

It-s the Grit in your SMILE. That enigma. Its the Grit that pounds my fortitude into dust. Happens!. It happens once in a while. Station to Station. Icons-encountered. Once in a while U meet. No one HERALDS U. No passing Salute. That Royal-benevolence U sometimes encounter when U SERIOUSLY put on your SHOES, go see, and find out!...And encounter...As for your KISSES....

5.... THE KIDS R ALRIGHT!

Sorry bout mah KID chucking shit round at the Cafe, restaurant, dans le Bar. REFUSES to wear a MASK. Sorry bout mah KID who threw the ASHTRAY at U. HE-s been TESTED for ANTI-SOCIAL behaviour. HE-S hired a dozen LAWYERS, financed by his MOTHER. Apparently...true-enough...WE R responsible for the Covid-Pandemic. YUP! The Kid-s R Alright. But NO kisses tonight!

c.2020. davedelacroix. Auch, France. Oct. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix. The NEW CRY.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The New Cry.

R U READY for the OVERDUE cry, that Succubus that coils-slithers into your perspective. R U ready for that recognition. R U ready for that MAL-Control, that thingy-ma=gig, U thought U had it whole. R U ready for dat BIZZ-MAGOO, that washout, that TSUMANI. R U ready for that retribution-UN-intended, the disdained, the Crushed and all those little voices. R U ready to KICK your SOUL. R U ready, in an aftermath to re-arrange the Zodiac, put VENUS over MARS or will your JUPITER ensnare your inherent wishes...like a New Cry!

c. davedelacroix, Birthday, Auch, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Silently-Singing, Everyones gone to da Moon., tra la.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Silently-singing, Everyones gone to da Moon.

Silently-singing yet then again NIX.

 Everyone SMOKES in their room.

 And Church bells, ding-dang-ringing making it HOLY, for ya Mudders.

 Everyone got their own Zoom. Yup! 

And a heavenly CHOIR, no balls-drop, Angels-flutter. We try not to giggle but DO! 

And silently-singing, your satiation. Cos everyone Smokes in their room.....

...2nd act.

A bonjour a farewell, a Kiss-either way.An intercourse, a path to our Glory, a worship or a refugee. We Vote with our Feet and the next guest U meet bombed out by the missiles U paid for. Yo! And silently-singing I fade like U in Our disgrace.

And silently singing. It-s OFFICIAL. I-m not remotely IRISH, I do not have that Honour. But silently singing for Bobby Sands and the Boys in the H Block who Martyred their lives. Or stalwart Brits who Suicide in trench warfare gainst German brothers in Trench Warfare for Royalties-whim in green fields of France to deplete the Youth of towns I loved so well, silently-singing.

Silently-singing, my Love by my side. Never left me. Lucky guy. Silently singing, the mad-madding World. And all our Tomorrows to be sure to un-furl.

Silently-singing. What-s your name. Traveller-passing by. What-s your fame. Sing your Song! Or Graffiti your Mark. Scrawl your Name. Somehow, together, may we  travel into eternity.

c.davedelacroix, 2020, oct. AUCH-France.

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

 

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

WHO IS IT,  who that Dude in your Life. WHO the, that CREATURE U  imbibed. Who THAT, what IS ya THING. Who SEZ U dont Sing,.... Do U Sing... Tra-la=whossit. That Symphony who sez U dont Sing tonight....Wrapped in COILS, snuggly, and a SELFIE.. an Anaconda.

 That U. FRICKIN SMILE!!!...Slither. Over a Pint of Brew. Is it UN-en-wrapped in your own piano concerto. U in a Tuxedo! I shouldnt get so excited! Question-thingy.

WHO DAT, a man in black, a SHADOW who FEARS his own SHADOW because a SHADOW is all he GOT. Who Wrestles with Life=s ETERNITY but the REPTILE dosent understand in its Nano-Intrude. 

Allors! 

SNAKE EYES. Blank. Kill U. DONT kill U.I Strike! Or decide to re-model our Gig. PATHETIC KISSES. And Tip the Waitress. Not forgetting.

WHO DAT that eloquent, who dat KID who=ll wiggle Youth, get out what IS. And who, which-way DEMONS will fight for His or Her tangeant, leaving a Poem, a History, and a Note of Survival. 

Underpants forgotten in a Public wash-house dryer, History is dirty, diabolical, sometimes downright dangerous!

WHO dat KID you walked passed on the Street. Caught a Bus. Maybe someone U meet. Who that dude who screamed the same tune. Screaming on the Tube!0

c.2020, davedelacroix.

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

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

That Transatlantic Bud U dare not ride, That 1950s Continental U will not fly, that Film Noir U cannot be a part of, that Detective, the  LAPD who will not solve the Crime, that Hollywood-Sheik who will authorize a Film Production, yet later, in a bathroom, slash his wrists but refuse to Cry. And the Cabbie, drove his Kid to a Cathouse and the Maestro who gave up his first Violinist to some NYC diabolical....all the dreams, a Maltese Falcon. The stuff DREAMS are made OF.

c.davedelacroix.

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

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, MADRID.

Everything-ll be Cool with the one U love or WITH. Everything-ll will work out fine. Any day or night, come rain or shine. Everything-ll be alright... in Madrid.

Everyone will Kiss U at the PRADO. Velasquez, El Greco, Goya will smile. Tapas and Rioja. Hitch UP ya panties, U will just scream, in OIL,  for joy or mercy. Most savants do.

Everything U  GOT is Yours. A Re-wind, a F-F, a PAUSE. Is it any wonder, battered, U hang on to your GIG-boys and girls never to SHARE. Puke-Mosaic on a Sunday!

There-s not much light in my room yet I Will mumble. And THERE was MIO with soooo much to say. OLE!!! Virgins in Media. Not a ONE!...And Gals go crazy bout a Sharp=dressed-Man!

Everything. Madrid. And all the Joy that Tomorrow brings! I know. I know. Everything will be, Guitar-Chord, Madrid got a tune, that TUNE, that forgotten Cell=phone, everything, that EVERYTHING that says Tomorrow is OK, entwined, and all our cool yesterdays, Madrid.

WHO if I cried out would hear Me amongst the Populous....or give a Monkey-s-Uncle!!!

Everything-ll be COOL, in Madrid. Get to speak ESPERANTO, become INVISIBLE. Giving my Smart-phone to the first GAUCHO I can find....Some days the WORLD or LOVE is in your hands..It-s a GIG.....and here is Wisdom....

Everything-ll be cool in Madrid.

c2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Menu for Murder. Cockoleekie Soup!

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Xockoleekie Soup!

Dead Broads don-t wear TARTAN. Everybody knows THAT cept Uncle Ernie, ya dog Trixie, but as....for HAGGIS.... Wee talking Bag-Pipes, Cockaleekee SOUP, getting HIGH on freezing to death on Scottish Highland moors, skinny-dipping in frozen LOCHS...in YA KILT, no Sporran!...And killing your CELEB L.A. Brentwood Village, next door to O.J.-s murder-platz, with a SKEE UN DU...old Bowie knife....wotchagonnaDO!

DnD, lost Kids and Found Detective Agy, lost for Lunch, plain out of domestic Scotch, Weed, Groceries, whatever but sometimes Crime-Celeb got talked into SYNOPSIS of the O.J. quagmire. Speaking into the MICROPHONE in Brentwood- murder--situ with foreign Scottish=Highland BBC Production Duet...THEY got distracted by the sound of Bagpipes next door. Whilst THEY fled in their homeophophbic-Kilt direction DnD sagged to his knees for a needy Smoke and greedily eyed the bar-patio-smoker-friendly Brentwood Plastic friendly hostelry AWAR the, er, boulevard jammed packed with Hollywood wannabees. Dreams of watered down Bloody Mary-s! It was a hot day.

Anyhow the Jacobyte-kilted Film Crew soon AW DAH NAE seeking his immediate counsel after a slaving 10  minute-lip smacking-salviating, not wishing to disturb the evidence, but some, whossit-filming... had righteously alerted 411, or 911, called the Cops in Bags, several Prowl Cars filled with part time REEL ESTATE Agents, and even DETECT SGT. Nalty, who NEVER appears in FILM NOIR under his own name  were spread-eagled on the scene of the Boo-ga-loo. And as is LAPD basic-retard Procedure everyone, including the Cafe-Bar Hollyhocks wannabees across the b.l.v.d  had to GET ON THE GROUND, PUT...dat...MARTINI...DOWN, quite enjoying acting out a Movie-Gig. Lots a giggles. But Sgt. Nalty spared Dnd. who for a moment felt like a Brentwood V.I.P. albeit a Peter Sellars...whatever THAT gets U.

A quick glance at the crime scene. DnD discreetly mentioned to Sgt. Nalty....incase he missed the obvious...the evidence. Bagpipes in the sink with 2 Guys in TWEED, a high end Loire vin blanc sur la table... One of the Highland dude  looking guilty. One bloodied in his nether-kilt-region and dead. And a cauldron of Cockoleekee soup atop a floating sausage-thingy on the boil! Heck! There were still some Leeks on the kitchen carving board!...

The ON THE RESTAURANT PROWL, L.A. film crew showed up but decided they couldnt use the footage.

c.davedelacroix.

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

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix// Eureka!

DONT stop traffic. LOS ANGELES/ Traffic-s what U got. U got NOTHING. No NYC sidewalk. Everything, U think,  passing you BY, L.A., Ventura, Highway-101, heading NORTH! People in MOTION.

Is that so hard. And everybody CLINGING to their big house, private yacht or some Cadallac...spell!... Auto,,, that U aint got. The insanity U want. And THREADS,  hipster gear, or a bag of Lentils-carry-on,  U only dream of or a wake up-YAZZ, a DWEAM....that gig U get to Protest, a Masturbation-Street! Poor Manhattan! Gimmie da Fizz////F-Scott.

 FOR but never  ado,  we get to DATE past your protestation. That Gal U saw once. In your face. But U never met!....She haunts! The HOLLOW and the GHOST! Your life. Ends UP on a SUNSET BOULEVARD placard. Pussy on SHOW. A sublime SLIT twix thighs and your genetic impulse.

 I am in Eureka, North California, sitting in the town square...tryin to bum a cup of Java, And Yo! The City is all mine! No-how. But some how. And I decide to be just  POOR and THINK .Sometime later I-ll tune my Guitar and the City is all Mine! It-s HOW U EMBRACE, its how U say MEE-HOW, Cantonese-hello. Maybe after Happy Hour...in L.A.....somebody ELSE picks up a Check, leastways here, I might find Love...

c.2020, dave delacroiox.

c.davedelacroix. Late night. Wearing a funny Hat. Eureka, N. California.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... KEEP IT.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... KEEP IT.

SO THERE I WAS thinking I-d found my SHRANGHAI in France. Maison-Vic-Fersensac, paid rent 6 months in advance CASH.....GERS... with the Artist ISABEL PESSOA married to JEAN DEBATTS, the latter who I now find is BI-POLAR NUTS, Alcoholic-INSANE, possibly by IN-breeding. Quite SENSIBLE when sober, but alas, SCHZOID after trois Vin Rouge. In need of a CATS-SCAN, possibly. 

3 Months ago I MOVED all my Bits and Bobs including Antique furniture, my Books, Guitar, my Knicks and Knacks to LE TULEURE, Vic-Fersensac, GERS., to find a PSYCHO-situation.....YES! I had visited before but now IN SITU, and age 65, looking for tranquility, peace, etc, found a NUT HOUSE, La Maison de VIC. And Psycho JEAn Debatts. Le Marquis!

ALAS, now garnering that previous House-Guests have been ARRESTED, received RESTRAINING ORDERS or NEVER WROTE BACK I am now PREPPED and cogniscent  to needing to ABANDON my worldly goods-old furniture, collectable books, private papers, a Tuxedo or 2.... The CON is complete!

I-m not Whinning. As OLD as I am. A WARNING. Late negative changes IN Life can arrive. As regards the above Information, probably costing MY Business $5,000....BEWARE. 

On a Happy note. Leaving U. I-m moving....sans belongings...to Belize.  Yo! Jeeze!

c,2020,davedelacroix, our man in europe.

Our Man in Europe, daqve delqacroix....Good at Games.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GOOD AT GAMES.

dedicato. marc pierson. 

The All Best Man, Sublime. The Dude. Cricket. WHITES. Led the RUGGERS, ICON, some Kid, Nine-o-side, rolled his own cigarette, one-hand, spelled things WROTTEN, my Brother. My School Boy Hero. Good at Games.

THEE DUDE, best dressed. House-Boy! SCHOOL BADGE, gals-swooned. I got some feline left-overs. Pussies in the grass... and who have THEY now married. The Plumbers, the Carpenters. And IF I was a Carpenter...and U were a Lady.; and I, just to BE a Carpenter...I could wish.

Last heard my HERO, DEAD, busted-FRAUD, killed his Gal, or MADIOFF-fraud. 

OWSATT!!!...or something. That Summer gone. Good at Games. Good at Games. And WHO cries out for Yesterday-s promise! Pat-a-pat, Tennis bowls prevail.

The ALL Best Boy, THAT Queen-Virginia ,,that promise which resounded your conscious, either way, but made U fly! And where are they now. My words are worthless. But good at Games.

c.davede;acroix....chateuaux-suisse, 2020,oct., good at games.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MOJO-GAL.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MOJO-GAL.

 DO U GOTCHA, workin MOJO

do U got ya JOB on Monday

do U got your PERIOD

Is it a COVID issue

or is it that grain of sand, your inner-Quartz.

Do u got the 10.15 to Paddington,

Out of Westchester, N.Y.,

or St. Cloud, gay Paris.

Will U see HER on the train,

floral dress,

the stockings she showed U last night

or that INCIDENTAL Mojo

the One U forgot about.

IS it U or IS it HER

that drives U to despair

whenever U turn around

and SHE-s not there...

c.2020., davedelacroix. Chateaux-suise, GERS, France.

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OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix...Pretzel Logic.

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE...dave delacroix,.. Pretzel Logic!

i woZ DAH DUDE.

 I was that KID. 

I was that Rebecca-Killa,

 somebody said her name was BILL.

 Yo, I killed Bill.

 Detectives told me So.. 

My REAL name is MAURICE, I I I, 

come from POCHATAHONAS....South-side,

Song ends. Lets go with  Stream of C.....

I was that BITCH. Pardon mah PERM. I know. U Know, This I LOVE LUCY aint gonna  get Me outta Jail. And YOU just like a Soldier, a SARGEANT, maybe Officers Club. Pardon ME if I Sing a Song  bout U Being Cool. I killed da Bitch. What else, U Mutts!

I did NOT run that RED LIGHT, U Boy-s got nuttin to do. I-mah black Jazz Singer in a White Cadillac, flower in my hair, a SIREN for you BO. Our Gal in Europe, our Boy too  I was the Dude, I was the KID, somebodies Rebecca...an I still love U.

And then It all became a MOVIE till the MONEY ran out. Keep a SMILE. Hollywood has many more UN-heralded-genius Gravestones. Right NOW, U just got to visit....Jeeze. Ya didnt bring Pretzels!!!

Are they...in TEXAS...really gonna FRY MY ASS in the Chair..... Was that Bitch WORTH my Life!....

.c.2020, davedelacroix.....Don-t MESS with TEXAS.

This is a Movie Poem. 

OUR man in EUROPE, dave delacroix...Ring-a-Ring-A-Roses!....Nursery ryhme.

 

our MAn IN eUROPE, ATISHO!!!....we ALL fall....

dedicato. YOU!!!

Ring-a-ring a-roses, Jackets filled with Poses. Credit-Cards, PLASTIC-Vomit. Catch a Cold. The World in Hysteria. LA PESTE. A Covid Waltz...in Parliament Square.

Ring-a ring a DOOBIE, Pin-stripe-enathema, Saville-Row. Where Cockroaches grow. Gieves N Hawkes, where HAWKS tear BITS off UN-royalist-fashionistas, Sloane Square detritus. Samuel Beckett at the Earl-s Court Theatre. ME in RAGS on the Kings Road! In the Cutting Room.

Ringa-a-ring-a ROSES. Lancaster or Yorkshire. Must haVE BEEN A biggie....TO PLAGUE BEFORE working folk....BEFORE THE plague, lA pESTE,,,ECHOES now to our COVID-TEEN and our collective ...weird....TAXES-POTENTIAL. Slavery has NOT gone. In a Mental Sweat Shop. The One U forgot about. Is your DAUGHTER working at MCDONALDS!! Or sucking some PAKIS DICK in a terrace house in Glasgow-Scotland!

Ring-a-ring-a Roses, a Pocket full of Posies. Attisho, attisho! WE all fall down.

c.2020, dave delacroix. .....I specify Muslims-PAKISTANIS because so many OF THESE pEOPLE IN THE u.k. HAVE BEEN prosecuted FOR sEXUAL-sLAVE-lABOUR WITH uk WHITE kIDS...

c.2020, dave delecroix.....Is MINE working at TACO BELL. And just WHY R people EATING away from HOME.....Bring Back the Family Dinner!....methinks. for love.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Bernie Maddoff...Can U get a Witness!

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Bernie Maddoff...Can U get a Witness!

CAN U GET A WITNESS to the LOVE U found. Can U get a SELFIE, keep it round... and does SHE-HE love, U like just TO BE loved, can U get a WITNESS, this time!

Can U get a MOVIE where U WIN. Can U Be the HERO, the Kid, the FIN, and can U maybe SPIN some line and make Shakespeare lookin all so LAME, can U rise above the flames of IN-famy!

Can U get a Witness, doubtless, nobody cares...one of those altruist gigs, the MONEY disappears. Can  U UN-entwine the Coils of that Reptile Hissing in your Ear.

Can U get a WITNESS...CHORALE!...when U R on your own. Family and Friends desert U, no, YOWSA-smart phone. And when the Internet dies for U you show up arrested....on U-Tube.

Can U get a WITNESS. Yup. On Order. Can U get a  Witness. Folks in SHANGHAI-CHINA got your Monkey! Can U get a Cigarette....hopin for a Cool Jaoler! Can U GET a Witness! 

c.2020, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroixm Apres Francois Villion. Post-Frank!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Apres Francois Villion- Post Frank!


WHERE R THE SNOWS, U Bastard, of Yesteryear! Ou Sans les Neige, d-antan, and how come Roulette shows up Black when I bet on Red. ANSWER THAT U MUTHER, or should I be overcome by pastoral thoughts, gals in floral dresses dancing in a sunny meadow....OK. Ya got Me.

Where R dem dang SNOWS of yesteryear. Ice-caps melting, the AMAZON....forest.... BURNING. Whilst AMAZON.com, making zillions of BUCKS...but not SAVING their Namesake!
....echo, echo, ELON MUSK turning God-s night sky into a Las Vegas NEON.

Where R the Snows that fell last year. I met my Gal outside of the Sorbonne UNI-Paris in the snow. We didn-t have much money. Local Kurdish fella at the mini-market filled up our grocery bag. We must have looked pitiful. He threw in a Vin de Table. I wanted to thank him but he got on his knees. MECCA.
U looked SO good in your red scarf. She said to Me.

Where R the snows, Ou sans les neigh, that PULSE-power=guitar which sends us ALL to Nirvana. Well...

I just don-t know. But, if its not in our GRASP it may BE in our PERSONALITY. It don-t get me anywhere with my Gal but its one of those CONCEPTS that might come along. VOILA! Where R the Snows my Friend, of yesteryear. Ou sans les neigh dantan.... Regardez!!!  In the Palm of your hand...


c.2020. dave delacroix, vic-fesensac, GER, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Go BLOW your Horn.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Go BLOW your Horn.

I was wearing TWEED. maybe PLAID, could have been PIN=stripes, SCHOOL UNIFORM, come blow ya Horn! Or maybe I was RASTA, maybe I was MOSQUITO-TARGET, pink skinned, getting punctured by ATTITUDE, that Class-system U learn in a BRITISH Schoolyard. Make fun of a name, make FUN of mine-yours-his/ KEEP EVERYBODY DOWN. That-s WHERE it STARTS ...in ENGLAND. S-why every BRIT has an ATTITUDE. That-s WHY their Humour is OBTUSE. It-s not about THEM. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! It-s SCHOOLYARD TERROR. They live in Social FEAR. Their APOPLEXY is EMBARRASSMENT. That-s just the boys. How do the GIRLS entwine....Keep walking!.... KEEP your HEAD down less you want Social-Canabilism in the Schoolyard. A girls CAT-FIGHT....U don-t wanna know. The NEXT War, U just send the GALS. Meanwhile. No Comprehensive School Teacher will intervene...Schoolyard fracas... unless DEATH is reasonably  imminent. Yet, tout allors! A CORKY-BALL thru the Cricket net kills a 14 year old girl in her school-uniform! This might be an issue,2020-Internet, but in  1968 a tad late for the U.K. Summer of Love at SWALLOWNEST-ASTON HIGH SCHOOL, West-Riding, Yorkshire=U.K... A Nobody. A 14  year old Virgin kid. Somebodies FLOWER! Sent to a Comprehensive Country School.  Poor Gal, nameless, was whisked out, dead and buried before me and the Lads got to the Smoking-Shed in England-s green and pleasant fields....where, as COUNTRY school kids DO, enjoy the delights NO CITY school kid dweller can hope to fantazise! Still.Dead Sister, sort of. The SUBJECT  popped up once in a while whilst we were enjoying the splendour in the grass. I was organziing, outside my  RUGBY TEAM  doobie-doo, a 5-a-side Footer thingy. Another Gal drowned in the local lake. 2 Kids blew themselves UP with an old Car-wreck withFireworks. I guess that took the HEAT off the School to answer for a wayward Cricket Corky Ball! Yo. Better blow ya Horn!!!.....YO. Bout Time! I never knew her name!...

c/. davedelacroix, age 64 and counting. It killed my Interest...in Cricket.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroic... DEATH loves a Crowd.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... DEATH loves a Crowd.

dedicato. Marie-Anne and Natashia, Barkeeps at Barataclau Cafe, Vic-Fesensac, GERS, France. 

DEATH LOVES A CROWD. Death loves a crowd! There-s no rhyme nor reason, nor YOU in your IN-between, your UN-see-ing U, YOU....your initial UN-caring. And where-s mah Phone! Where-s mah GIG ...like FUNK and FUNKERS, we believe, we prevail. A-la Funk and Funkers.

Death loves a Crowd. A Crowd Hugs, Brotherhood-Sisterhood, a kiss, an ETERNITY of YOUTH. That ZODIAC, that COOL that Thrills the MYTH of Life-s bountiful destiny which wets Virgins, gives a Boner to the Farmer Youth, that hoho... le je nais cest quoi or the Fashionista who MUST Promenade! Yikes! DEATH loves a Crowd. And WE beseech HEAVEN!!!!...Just HOW do U STOP KIDS WANTING TO BE COOL.....their God-given Right! ...and like their forebears, OURSELVES,  who RAVED all night!

Death loves a Crowd. Death will pick us OUT. WE ...who are now dying, slowly, in cold-judgement of our Children-s aspirations. Guilty of WANTING, like Ourselves in Yesteryear, of just wanting to be Human and to be Cool. To be COOL. And HERE, here in Western Europe. That BLOODIED CARTOGRAHER=S Chart, History attests! DEATH loves a Crowd. Death loves a Crowd. Maybe, think back, it was always So. We have long since murdered our Angels. We Funk and Funkers!...Did WE ever CARE!!!

Death loves a Crowd. But Youth and Love...prevails, and let it BE.

c.2020. dave delacroix. Vic-Fesensac, GERS, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Libra Domini.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Libra-Domini...

dedicato. Shirley Williams. U.K. Politician.

SO THERE I WAS at the Bus Stop without an Umbrella. Maybe in Crosby-Liverpool. As good as Start as Any! Pissin down with God-s tears.  Or has HEINE, German Poet would say...WHO, ASS-locher! If I cried OUT would hear me...Bunch of Faggot ANGELS. A telescope to England or Blackpool-s Golden Mile.

Being RE-tarded English I kept a stiff Upper lip. A something from the Battle of Britain when College Boys burnt to death in Spitfire cockpits, ignored before, then later  worshipped. I don-t Judge. Faggots, Angels, Me, You! 12 O clock High!

Or CUDGELED with Bayonet. old Yorkshire Rifles, lance-sword, Crecy-Agincourt-CANNON for SOME King-s FODDER, less WE forget. The Unknown Soldier. The Old Tin Hat. For WHAT and WHY did WE go, let-s NOT GO again. I just invested in a Summer-s Mosquito-spray!

I gotta thorn in my Shoe. Don-t bug me about it. And THIS PUPPY will not BUG U. Libra-Domini. Let us join our hands, enjoy our Homeland and OUR Righteous Blue. And IF I can help...Libra-domini....I surely will. I surely will. And TRY to pick UP the TRASH of Yesteryear.

c/2020. davedelacroix, france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....DAT GAL U Loved.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... DAT GAL U loved...


SO THERE I WAS in COVID-CITY resisting Masturbation, GREED, and all the OTHER CARDINAL SINS....Headmaster, back then,  said, IF U PLAY WITH IT...IT-LL fall OFF....and here We R today. EVERYTHING-s.............fill in blank.........So I-m constantly listening to Al bowlly, DUDE-SOUNDTRACK FROM the Kubrik, The Shinning, the movie,  BALLROOM scene.
yA-KNOW, SOMETIMES i THINK i GOT IT NAILED DOWN like a Werewolf in London/ STAY ON THE FRICKIN PATH yet there-s little guidance. GRRRR!!!!.... I was once a Boy Scout. U-d think I-d BE PREPARED. Am I Shouting...U-betcha.
A Case of Beer.
A Crate of Vin-Rouge.
Lottsa SMOKES.
Ham and Cheese Baguettes.
A Song in your head.
And memories, turn-off-turn ON, turn OFF... bout that Gal U once loved! Staying ON the PATH...and being Cool. Sometimes a tall order!


c.2020. davedelacroix, Vic-fesensac, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... The School Maam.

 OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix... Thje School Maam.

YA GIG a Boog-a-loo  ...IZ ya Gig da WORD, dat defunct, that lonesome DEFUNCT that Homones crave ,this side of Homo-logic ..in a Party Dress and Patent Shoes. An Effeminate Poirot Detective, sniffing Gender-UN-desirables sans Bank Accounts-Breeding. How do U PISS, encapsulated in your Ambitious Divinity...Like as NOT U never went to the right SCHOOL, certainly not IVY-LEAGUE, and now not even fornicating with a DISASTER but U HAD to RnR with Someone. And after a Season in abject HELL U gave UNTO your Floral-skirt LIFE. A School-Teacher.

Decades later U see your PEERS starving on the FOOD LINE. Ya Gig-a-boog-a-loo!

c.2020. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe. dave delactroix.... The WALLS of JERICHO.

Our Man in Europe...The Walls of Jericho.

dedicato. Golder Meir.

DISTILLATION of TIME, Old Man-s BAR, Nothing, much DOING, Old Man-s Crew, Old Tunes jukebox playing, nobody STIRS except someone-s HOUND at a Wolfhound-s howl at a packet of Peanuts! \There-s Ya Mojo Babee, SOMEHOW... IT IS. Dogs in the hall.
LONG LOST HEARTS IN AN OLD MAN-S bar IN FRANCE, u.k., OR usa, ITALEE-AH! Old Man-s STAR,  Old Man-s NEON, flickered!! Into a Universe of FORGOTTEN. Ladies in our Dreams! War-Veterans clinging. Dead Comrades!
Farewell MADNESS, Ariverderci Napoli, Bonjour Treistesse, GOODBYE to all THAT from your  Comfort Zone-s  Tapestries of yore, dis-integrate, history-revised and STATUES destroyed, invisibly, from UN-recorded Jericho Walls.///A BLM for the Illiterate! The Walls of Jericho. And a distillation of History, And that THINGY.... Time. TIME.
WHO reads a BOOK! Who counts a Dime! Do you FEAR Tomorrow! As for Caesar-s Tribute!
And a distillation of TIME, a cauldron-emancipated, swallows our Mortal Rental.

c.2020. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Mississippi-UK.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Mississippi-UK.

dedicato....Too many.

I gotta Mississppi when ISLAM Man quit puttin WOMAN in a BAG, small-small-dick  SEXUAL=FASCISTS, Small=Dick-Syndrome. Islamic-boog-a-loogie, U stay on home. YA GOT A Misssiippi in your hair, perhaps. LOW-LIFE Islamic-Soccer-Hooligan Scumbags were ALAWAYS the ENEMY. In History...they MADE SLAVES of CHRISTIANS. U gotta Mississippi! WAKE UP!!!

I don -t Play Cricket, nor was I  Sodomized in some English Public School. Don-t have Political connections, That NUMBER TEN ANAL DOWNING STREET cool, just Mississippi, that rolls along in whirlpools and rhetoric that equals a Song of Ineptitude. Amazing! Passing Advise...but not LAWS. Just WHERE Masturbation ends. Boris...

I got a Mississippi, MY LAND, S=posed to BE MY COOL. Black, Tan, White, my GIG. A Pandemic, a Nation=s Blues. And at the end of the GIG, do I get a SAY or like LUDITTES tear down the MACHINERY of your CLASS IMPOSTURE!...Speaking of which. Have a Nice Day!/////...I gotta Mississippi TOO!. 

I gotta Mississippi of Thought, of Sadness. I gotta Mississippi of Stress, of POVERTY. Food Stamps. Buying Toothpaste for THE KIDS... And I didn-t plan on this.

c.2020. davedelacroix. 

c.2020. dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Big Wednesday Blues.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Big Wednesday Blues.


SO DO U KNOW the way to San=Jose...in a Pandemic.  DO U MASK your Strut down Main Street, Strip Malls now closed, the loneliest Ville, LOS ANGELES.
DO U KNOW the way to STOP DROWNING when U R faced with everyone=s MASKED face, no Ducats to be found. Guitar out of tune.
L.A.is a great big City. Lose ya Credit-Card on a Saturday Night! And IF U think U R Pretty, maybe a SHOW on some Suburban Cable TV Jive. HECK!!! U-ll wish U went BACK to Minnesota! And DON-T sell the Pontiac! It-ll get U home!
...Do U know the WAY to San Diego, La Hoya, some SURF ya never seen. Do U know the way to your NEIGHBOR. Chances R, she-s chizzling, like U, at the Big Wednesday fame U crave.

c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JAMAICA INN.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JAMAICA INN.


The last coffee, the Succubus, THAT, I ain thingy got LAID, that-see U some day like MIO give a Shit, broken-bitch, failed-fashion, the kind of YA when YOU get old, No boogaloo, No Dick, No Rasta, No Credit Card, the last coffee, No Politic, No-Hoper, No Highway-fund , not loaded with ATTITUDE-loser British PUB. Ya gotta wonder how they lasted SO long...Gals still lookin for a heartbreak!...Cornwall-Tweedies, Cultural-defunct Smugglers, where-as in days of yore they made it happen, blow, blow U Wind!...lookin for a Jamaica Inn!...A=Singing!


c2020.dave delacroix. Residing in Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SELF PORTRAIT-2020.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SELF PORTRAIT-2020.


It AINT no Mystery, I got NO place to go
No Boogaloo, no place I call home
been travellin SO long
You might feel so.

It AINT no YOWSA, I got NO place to go
I aint Up or Down
aint in the middle of U know where,
and it AINT No bad-boogie,
just where I find my self just so.

Yo! It aint no boogie-woogie, dog-faced=
or hound dog, Honey child
cos I leaved sweet Sheba
then took to drink and then went South
and it AINT no mystery
just why she threw me out.

So  I-m standing on the corner
U just ask me WHY
So I-m fixing to bust a move, someplace
and HOW.


c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... La Lune Magnificent.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... La Lune Magnificent...


Bienvenue, Wilkommen, Benvenuto, and Fuck U too. I might-a got a Job  in a Hotel, a Blazered receptionist., my Kid advised it but I was too deep in CULTURE to deal with Tourists. U know how it goes. SKYPE is for the Un-forgettable Weasels, like Mosquitoes. Do U, like your last-love throw=away, do U write an Epistle and MEANTIME....say JUST SO is SO! Or let me introduce U to a Bordello!...which I would.
HELLO-YOURSELF. Haven-t see YOU since MALIBU. Still grifting, selling Surfboards sans FOAM. Yup. That 38th signed print of some obscure Frog Artist. And it-s IN your Wheelie-bag, rolled-up pour display. Head on down to the SAVOY mon-ami. Hope U got a VISA!
Airports are funny places for Comraderi .....yet more Stupid!...
Blah. And the rising Moon over the Areodrome. G4s taking off and landing. Who-s the Executive...
Confusing. Isn-t it. The Fog of Love!

Enchante Isabel. La Lune magnificent.....I see Stars in your eyes!

c.2020, sept. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... 2020-Dining, a la Carte.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... 2020-Dining, a la Carte.


EXCUSE ETERNITY...Sorry bout dah Kids chucking shit around at the Cafe, Restaurant, Bistro, dans le Bar. Flagrant Gal with Tatooed slumber-dude says Sorry bout the KIDS who threw the Ashtray at U, table to table...see, when WE were BREEDING there wasn-t a I.Q. Breeding requirement. We just fucked with abandon. And 3 Horrors later we need a break. When WE go out with Kids YOU gotta deal with it. WE don-t have a Clue. Hope YOU don-t mind. Maybe we blame it on the Pandemic. Hope So. Not OUR problem. How=s the Calamari!.... TWINK and Gone!


c.davedelacroix, chateau-suisse, song of songs.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Red Scarf.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Red Scarf.


dedicato. Marie-ANNE.

RED SCARF I lost to you. Red scarf which we shared through thick and thin, heat and cold, danger and sometimes we-d Win, that red scarf, a signal, an identity, running Pamplona bulls, trampled by Love-s diatribe.
That Red scarf, that Signal, that Auto-da-fe, that S.O.S, that emotional TITANIC, people say WE are too deep, people AWED, IN-comprehending in Our Twilight-zone that FRAZZLES common-sense,  Intellectuals, back to the Chalk-board, the THINGS Kids learn. Back to SCHOOL. A Red Scarf. Just that!
That RED SCARF now, somewhere floating on the Sea.


c.2020. davedelacroix. Chateaux-Suisse. France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Ashes to Ashes.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Ashes to Ashes.

Dedicato. Fleetwood-Mac.



ASHES TO Ashes, TITS to Bust, any farewell KISS
will DO.
Ashes to ashes, bust to TITS, some DICK
to make it Unique! Fantasy!

Succubus to LAMIA ....in a Lover-s COIL
strangles the Soul, leaving desolation
and the WANT
later,
to despoil. Who wriiggles in the Pond!!!

KISS UPON KISS
the  grande betrayal, as-to
corpse-living-love-s CONCUBINE
a Pre-Raphaelite

and ashes to ashes, dust to dust
U entwined
and yet the Rock N Roll, KICK-BUTT
prevails
in your Smile...

Ashes to Ashes, some Hollyweird Song
...a Moon over Sunset Boulevard
and the THIEVES who sing!


c.davedelacroix


c.2020, davedelacroix, chateaux-suisse, GERS, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Menu for Murder, Detective DnD, Kids lost and Found... on the Case, Episode 29. DEAD CALAMARI.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Menu for Murder, Detective DnD, Kids lost and Found... on the Case. Episode 29. DEAD CALAMARI.



Not that he was just famous for Film Noir Cult hits like THE MAN WHO FUCKED UP, a Romance, or his...now swan-song, THE MAN WHO really FUCKED UP, a thriller, the Hollywood Bungalow bloodbath debacle was at first LOADED with Commas. CONNAN de CORMAN, avante-garde Film Director was butchered!  As for the Crime scene...the Hollywierd Body Bags, boys in blue, had trampled over the Crime scene. Snappy Wiestrom from the L.A. Times somehow gained entrance...slip a 5 for a dive, no questions asked... and by the time now-Lieutenant . ex-Sgt Nalty arrived on the scene...with a retirement Real Estate future in mind, had to give several evasive interviews to the gathering Paparazzi with Lights flashing on Bel-Air crescents and a crowding number of Hired Help poking round for gossip for their Gilded Masters, the immediate neighbors.
Finally, entering the Bungalow Crime scene, Lt. Nalty was deflated, looking like a Jesuit who-d lost his Rosary. Maybe because retirement was ON the horizon, maybe he-d just had his fill of Homicide blood and guts! ...A REAL dude knows when to ask for a helping hand...wishing I woz back in NYC where we just shoot the bastards, he reached out. Old Pal. And DnD, The KIDS Lost and found Detective dude came a-running.
After an hour or so DnD gave it to Nalty real straight.... The basement-s full of Happy-Meals refuge. If you dig under I suspect you-ll find what we NEVER want to find. There-s gonna be a kid or 2 roaming the L.A. streets looking frazzled. But conclusively there-s SOME folks covered in retribution blood, leastways for an hour or two.  Its an Octopus of a gruesome case. There are EIGHT ways you can proceed here, Nalty. If you want closure I-d say Dead Calamari. Folks rescued and, maybe not Legal, but took care of their Own! A Homicide committed by Person or Persons unknown...U gonna be OK facing the Media...There-s a single Malt with your name on it awaiting you at my Hooch!
Outside, over head, the LAPD Chopper, searchlight-wavering, made silent wings in a dark sky.


c.2020, dave dekacroix, chateau suisse, gascony, france.

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

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

dedicato. Dat Gal I met in Aspen, Colo. Worried bout sitting on the Pot Farm in CAL. Never saw her again.

IAGO!!

There-s ALWAYS an IAGO
Your Bitch
Your Brother
your Bartender
your Best Friend
and either-DUX
might be the Dude
or that VIXEN U once knew
who craves her Hour-s Pussy
on Your Stage, her Heaven,
COLD, UN-touched
that permeates, the Sad Cafe arrives!
A crushed-paper Coffee cup.
Love-s Forgotten.
The worst!

There-s ALWAYS a BRAVO
wants to pay the Bill
kick your Ass
be a Fuck-blocker
not ALWAYS Sicilian
but mostly LATIN
got a bad left-eye,  and some say.
ORIGAMI
always kills Romance,
an abstract SUBMARINE.
GOSSIPS sink ships
sending so many brave hearts
to Love-s watery grave.
and yet your IAGO prevails.

There-s always, U know, an IAGO.
That SUIT, that IAGO
Off the Peg, Un-tailored
some sash flair for the HOLLOW who DARE
to look, to look, what came before
and their low-rent ever-after.
Still. Like a VAMPYRE.
Look in the MIRROR.


c.2020. davedelacroix, chateaux-0suisse, GERS, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Just WHY Lucy quit queuing at the NSBC Bank!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... JUST WHY Lucy QUIT queuing at the NSBC Bank!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Just why LUCY quit QUEUING at the NSBC BANK....

Lucy has 100 Euros for a Bank Account. She wants to secure her 100 Savings.
Nice person arrives, Lady BIZ suit. Maybe from Yorkshire.
Lucy sez I am NOT on the Internet. I am NOT Stupid. This Internet is NOT my Lifestyle. All Information, please SEND by POST to  me in a  Statement.
OK says BIZ-Gal. Let-s set up your ACCOUNTS.
1 hour and 6 pages later with several UN-forgettable PASSWORDS whilst UN-beknown to Bank-Biz-Gal.... Lucy is Semi-Incontinent due to recent abortion ...LUCY kind-a staggers out of the HSBC Bank to try and find a Toilet, certainly NO Financial Comfort just Hi-tech confusion agog and soggy dishabille.
Luckily, local PAKI Mini-Market. Toilet at back. Then finds a way to CALM DOWN by shopping for Tummeric, root-ginger, maybe some Pillau-Rice...
Lucy can-t REMEMBER if she squared away her Bank Corres. by POST as opposed to E-mail. She
dosent own a Laptop nor care for a Jugular Cellphone. At home, a Bedsit, she has a Stereo, listens to Vinyl-classic 60-s LPs and designs and markets Ladies Summer Gear. And has not the slightest compulsion OR desire...COVID-CITY...to go back to HSBC, this Bank...nothing in the POST to enquire and STANDING IN LINE is a Culture ....as for SO many...too far away and- or the cost of a letter, of  personal communication. ROBOTTICA!!! Gone South.

Yo Lucy! Knock on my door! Coffee in da Pot!

c.2020, davedelacroix, aug, france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Doris at the Market.

Our Man in  Europe, dave delacroix... DORIS at the Market.


dedicato. Isabel Pessoa. Portuguese Artist. Not dead yet.



Its ALWAYS some dumb Ass Song
the One U longed for
that broke your heart
back in 1999.

Its always the RAG, the Politic Flag
when U stormed
the Barricades, killed your
GIVING Parents
in your Mind.

That GOD DAMNED Song
Ghosts your Sensibilities
TWEEKS your GIG
then breaks your knees
like a cool Fool
enjoying an Orgasm

Nobody wrote it, nobody Thought it.
U just ended Up with a Rhyme
in your Cranium.
It=s always Ricky-3 or Henry 6
Kings of England!


Or whoever the new boss,
Taxes-UNTOWARD.
U making Pals with Doris
at the Market
maybe Australia-bound.

It-s always some Dumb-Ass Song
that WHISTLES or whispers,
that says... U better get a-long
that U resent , as U approach
your next reluctant Utopia.


c.2020.davedelacroix. Aug. France.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix... SISTER aint got NO Justice!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SISTER aint got  No Justice!


dedicato, Carol M. Aniello, Isabel Pessoa, Anna Cimo.


Have U ever wondered why there-s 25 Blackbirds in a Nursery rhyme Pie
or a ring=a ring-a Poesy, ATISHOO, U die
and ALL the Kings horses, HUMPTY-DUMPTY man
or the Grand Old Duke of York...whassit!....A RE-UNION, PUSSY-galore!

HAVE u EVER been to a PEACE Conference in AFRICA. No Toilets for the GALS
or a POLITIC in Western Europe....free Cosmetic Take-a-way. Have U ever SAT in a
PRAESIDIUM in your Mini-skirt without fear of RAPE,

Have U ever glanced at the MEN IN GREY, in Afghanistan, IRAN, or theVatican Priest-Police
and-or the devil-s foot, ISLAM toilets, likely to put U in your place.
Have you ever wondered about your SOCIO-CULTURAL second place
or walk behind the Japanese Idiot U married too soon...

Have U ever wondered why there-s 25 Blackbirds in a Nursery Pie
or famous Poet-fools who wrote... and missed your sky!


c.2020, davedelacroix, chateaux-suisse,gascony-france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... In the Chateaux-Dans le Chateaux.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... In the  Chateaux-Dans le Chateaux.


It-s another pristine LOIRE valley cool scene
and another little ARISTO is born...at the Chateaux,
AT the CHATEAUX!
And the Contessa cries...

And what da fuck-he-s an angry young man
steals his dads Maserati-expensive wheels
wraps it round a tree
calls everybody up for a Kennedy-ALIHBI-eee!
and the Contessa cries..

...for the Gold-digger-mini-skirt
in the passenger seat
and a Politic MESS no-one can greet,
and the Contessa cries...

Don-t U know its bout Taxes N Turn,
U gonna fail the System some day. So bring along the Guillotine
the Nation=s Shaver. the Barber of Seville!
Sweeney Todd, got a job
maybe at the Chateaux...
and the Contessa cries...again!!

It-s another spectacular Val du Loire-France Chateaux
cool dawn and another little ARISTO gets born
in the Chateaux....IN THE CHATEAUX!
and the Countessa cries...




c.2020, aug. Chateaux-Suisse,Gascony-France, davedelacroix

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

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


dedicato. Michael G. and Vando F.


....WISH I WAS IN Montpelier, France, who could ASK for more. Wish I was in Groningen, Anna=s by the score. Wish I was in Malibu with the KISSIN GAL at Neptune-s Net... and wish I was in St. Petersburg with a Pushkin and a Queen of Spades. Leastways a Natasha!

Wish I was in Mombasa-Kenya, the harbor, to the lighthouse, that simmers over FORT JESUS where so many lives went South. Wish I was in Arkansas, cool music, a Banjo on my knee. Wish I was on the MASON-DIXON line, travelled SOLO, travelled FINE, travelled Yak-yak-yak every time, a broken heart if NOT for thee. Wish I was your Tuxedo, wish I was your Dress. Wish I was your expensive handmade Italian Shoes. Sometimes, every second moment I WISH I could Tip-toe out of here,

c.2020, davedelacroix...life in gascony..

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Covid-19-Cold Wind from Valhalla.

Our Man inEurope, dave delacroix....COVID-19-Cold wind to Valhalla



North of England, Industrial City-suburbs, kids razed 1950s like Gangs, borrow shoes, shirts, shorts to wear, the rest to the Bundle Man. Clothes by the pound, take em down there in someone-s PRAM, maybe the latest kid gets a comfy ride. And ALWAYS at night, under naked bulbs, crowded-bartering, mischief abundance, post-war SURVIVAL in this Green and Pleasant land! And HEY!! The RAG n BONE Man clanging-weekly on terraced house streets. Here-s MY Kid-s heart, age 4, maybe U take it away! But there=s NO,,,as usual...no UK Business Plan, no MARSHALL plan. No TOILET, no COUPON, certainly no DIVIDEND except the scars on Spitfire Pilot-s faces, the one-s that survived, the traumatized Merchant Seamen harried by U-Boats, 55,000 Merchants-men-casualties in the ATLANTIC COLD OCEAN to keep the U.K. fed, and the Miners who KEPT on Mining, the Ladies who OUTRANKED History, industry, Armed Forces and beat back EVIL. Shoulder to Shoulder! ....What Price your NIKES...

COVID-19. It-s a cold wind from Valhalla. And now it-s up to You!...

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...The Walls of Jericho and the Man in the Shade.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Walls of Jericho and the Man in the Shade.


OUT DAMNED SPOT! Da Spot! The Man in the SHADE. OUT U Devil who shadows Our History. What Wealth, what POWER, what BEIRUT explosion, curdling in the palm of reptile Talons, scurry-fast when retribution ensues.
Out Damed Spot. Your Tits R Vinegar. Blood on STREETS, misery. Your SLAVES R burning!
Always, always the MAN in the SHADE who by admission, Accusation, Retribution, just fades away...as the walls of Jericho resound!!!


c.2020. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Menu for Murder, DnD L.A. DETECTIVE episode... WHO KILLED MOE!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Menu for Murder, D n-D Detective episode... Who killed MOE!!!

...Story so far. 3 Chickens at the Maison Vic-F, Gascony-France. Curly, Larry and Moe.
 1 dead. Moe.
2 looking guilty. Larry and Curly.
 Hercule Pierrot ...being fictionally dead... local Law-Enforcement invited D n D, L.A. Detective, Missing-Kids-Lost and Found! ..here on vacation... to review this unique case.
 The Gendarmes were stymied!

It was a NO-brainer. MOE, cock-a-doole-whoo, LMBGT-Transgender-HEN, biggest DICK on a Chicken U ever saw, better than a CHUBB Alarm System had consistently thwarted the Chateaux-s BURGLARS ....U R NOT invited for Silver Candlesticks, VIRGINS or whatever! Obviously they HAD to kill MOE with Abuse, CLUBS, a HYPO, Esperanto, leastways-foul language! MOE had to dissapear! Bad for Biz!

Invited into the Crime Scene....Chicken-coop...-accrued of Situ....D n D suggested VIVISECTION, Stuffed-Bird-HEN-thingy ergo Dead-MOE was re-installed in his-her SENTINEL position. D n D thought the French Revolution TRI-color neckband  ON DEAD BIRD was a bit much. Eyes looked a tad glassy too but over-all...


AH-HA! Come the dead of Night! Kreig-lite LIT 3 Ninga-dressed FELONS who  were ambushed dans le Jardin en suite! Roughy-tumble...got beat up... twix the Statues and Flora in the Chateaux-s grounds, 20 Gendarmes in full  uniform...but all  the Ninja-burglars were arrested, later to be convicted and given 6 months of ETHICS instructions. A nieghbourhood sighed....

The day AFTER their arrest.....The local Gendarmes and the Marquis de la Chateaux celebrated with local Gascony Wine avec salad, fresh bread and le Soup de Poulet....


c.2020, Aug. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Amour sans L-Enfer!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix ....Amour sans L-Enfer!


Love without HELL
on a Sunday afternoon,
benevolence, UN-draped
in Christian nudity,
A KISS
and all it-s meant to be,
will U remember
on your Death-bed...

Love without HELL,
broken promises,
Shenanigans,
Adulterated-
showcased in some MOVIE,
no Car-chase
no Pistoleroes
just U, Her
stark naked
in the ever-after
and a Motel-s forgotten name!


c.2020, davedelacroix, chateaux-suisse, Gascogne-France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Covid-Cafe!

Our Man in Europe, davedelacroix... COVID CAFE


Never thought you-d RING
Never thought I-d SING
Never thought I-d  groove
never in my last mind
I-d know the Truth...

Never wished so HARD
Played my only CARD
And never wished Las Vegas
Adios-baby!
That Night at the Covid Cafe

And all the Rumba boys
the Samba Gals
The Chakka-sistas
who hypnotize U!....
....A MASK for every occasion
seems to enchant you
as I walk-faceless, alone
into the night...

Never thought You-d Ring
Couldnt believe my ears!
Never thought I-d SING
but I sing for you....but, yes
I sing for you.


c.2020. davedelacroix, chateaux-suisse, gascony-france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Steppin out!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Steppin out!

dedicato. Miss Pascale.

....SHE-s WALKING fine
She-s Steppin Out
just got off her Waitress-shift
Tips in Pocket,
nobody spittin
or grabbing her ass,
no MASK
No BLM
no boogaloo!
Not a care in the World.
She-s walkin Fine!
She-s Steppin Out
and everything is Cool
unlike that Man-made,
WOMAN-gentrified HELL,
the Non=smoking, No-Fun
desolation-lost Bar-Cafe,
La Tavern-MISERY,
the Society YOU have made.
YUP!
She-s Free! And Steppin Out!


c.2020. davedelacroix, chateaux-suisse, hot july.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The FAN!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The Fan!


dedicato. Dylan Chiesi a Piacenza.


WISH I HAD a Fan, some GAL,, some Kid who=d know when I was Through. And I wish I had a Gal from long ago who-d re-write the Songs and settle Love-s score. Wish I had a Bank Dude, squirrel me a loan, love-s  deposit. Gone to blazes! Wish I still had that old Guitar, but Guitars like  girlfriends they come and Go. Wish I still had that POETRY, that thang.. entwined U to Me. Wish I had a FAN, some Gal, some Kid...who=d write it down for Me. Wish I had a FAN, a Kid at the beginning, once like Me....


c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Cold Beer Rising!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Cold Beer Rising!....a.k.a Le Matin du Faun dans le Jardin, Chateaux-Suisse.

...I talk to dah TWEES
that-s why they lock me away,
I paint the birds and bees
in your eyes...

I-m down on my knees
U don-t hear a word I say,
SUDDENLY! That breeze
and everything-s alright!

...I traveled the World
...to RE-place U.
...better than THAT
than meet U face to U and U.

I YAK to the Trees
they-re gonna lock me away
but in my mind
 your Smile always stays
In my Heart
to never go away.


une matin du faun...dans le jardin.



c.2020. davedelacroix, chateaux-suisse, gascony-france. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... On London Bridge.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... On London Bridge,


Worried bout the next WINE virus...Me too! Frickin Lame-ass Lives matter! Pissed off with the frickin Dude next door, SHOOT the Bastard. His siblings will need Islamic-de-braining. As for Miss Ganga-Social Worker, maybe SHE-S got a spare room! The BROS-Supreme-enista at No. 9, Beatles-RAP, HEIL BOJO!!!...not to interrupt their morning Goosestep-march...I-m tempted to suggest some Choreography, maybe an Islamic Swirl, Pink costume and onlooking MALE Islam dudes-WEAR A VEIL, and rabid-Non-Smoking Cyclists well, wotchagonn=DO! The HOOD. Camera ON!...on London Bridge. JEEZE MAN! It-s Gridlock!


c.2020, davedelacroix, chateaux suisse, france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Rott-weiler Sombrero.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Rot-weiller-Sombrero


SNIFF YA DOGG, gimmie ya purse-LADY, BETTER STILL Ya LIFE, why-d U walk away...Intro to my BLM Journalism. Big-school, nobody, dead David Bowie, the Lost Limousine, Rott-weiller Sombrero. Your last Chapeau!
Mental Jailbreaks. Fricks live in YOUR room. Wotchagonna-DO! That Dog don-t hunt. Your dumbass Bro, Sista, Mamma, Pappa chuckin shit at cops, bustin up the Town. SNIFF YA DOGG!!!

c.2020, davedelacroix. Blinded by the Night.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... House-Screams!!



Our Man, like YOU, busta-trombone, maybe a Sax, a Clarinet but EVERY Kid knows...as a KID...to blow a HORN. YOU-MAN, in Africa, Siberia or Turkmanistan, we get a CHANCE to play-SING out our Souls! There-s no PROFIT  but WE get to Groove...and maybe SHARE, somehow...
Our Dude in Europe, your PLACE, my Gig too, Sing out Brother, sing out SISTA!!!...Make it loud.
Open 1-3-1-2-1 =Open....Trumpet Scale. My SIGNAL to YOU. First thing I musically learnt before I went into the World!
OUR MAN, your Dude, a Narrative, a psycho-compass-boogaloo, East of Pesos, South of Hail Mary, North of Moriah, House-screams! -your last daughter-s kiss.
Maybe it was OPEN 1-2-3-1=OPEN.
....I got DEAF. Maybe a new beginning....


c.2020, davedelacroix, chateaux-suisee-france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MENU for MURDER.... D n D Detective...Coffee Black.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... MENU for MURDER...D N D Detective,  Coffee Black.

dedicato. Jan-Michael Vincent.

...HE WAS PICKIN his teeth with a Needle. Not a Knife. Not a Scalpel, not a Samorai sword. THIS Boogaloo was not your every day Black-Jack MOJO. Usually Santa Monica is a quick stare. Beach pants, YAKKA-tee shirt, kamikazi stare. Different bird.
In NEED of bird nest soup I proffered a Confession like Won Ton Soup.
KON-NI-CHI-WA!
And as soon as he responded I KNEW he wasnt the Dude!. Sgt. Nalty, LAPD=s finest had got the wrong kid. But the KID knew something and he wasnt Happy=Talk.
Anyhow, the Asian Community in Southern California like US Whitties! Gotta problem! Get it OUT! The missing-Asian kids, word electric, Santa-Monica=San Pedtro=Pallisades UP by Ventura State line the WIRE ran hot!
Che-Shang , big dude-apparently, call in.....Call IN. HIS dialect.  Nobody wanted to lose face. Wotchagonna-DO when 20 MISSING KIDS suddenly come OUT of the woodwork, swear they were not in a Sweat-Shop, Point Dume-Malibu Surfing, out on a Weekend!... Yo! DnD. Missing Kids. Missin Faces on the Milk CARTON. Chinese kids too!!!... Coffee black. Sometimes. Like a Lie. And then some. U swallow...Make mine 2 sugars!...


c.2020, davedelacroix, ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Mean Season

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Mean Season


One of DEM brutal days,
Oven-roasted streets,
Everyone U meet, half dead
dehydrated, FANTA-expiration,
one of DEM boogaloos
a whistle without a tune
a TOOTH without enamel,
a lipstick drooping smirk.

One od DEM daze, a house
without a Home, a Message,
someplace, lost in the CLOUD
that Cloud-thingy
where All Selfies go to Heaven!
That Cloud-Information
which one day MIGHT
come raining down on U.

One of DEM brutal stinking
god-forbid whoosis!
The one you should fear.
...where Angels fear to tread.
The Mean season.


c. davedelacroix, ourmanineurope,chateaux-suisse, GER-france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Romeo is bleeding.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Romeo is bleeding.


dedicato. Isabel Pessoa.


ROMEO IS bleeding and
Go figure,
Juliet, long since gone!
As the goddamned Planet
does it Tricks,
No accounting for Heart
over Mind,
just that Giaconda smile
that DRIVES Love-s stake
on home
and a Bloody-Mary
a petite-dejeuner, frickin breakfast!
...pour le demain
or maintenant!...Sil vous plait!
ROMEO is bleeding
just like the Play...Bienvenue!


c.2020, davedelacroix, Chateaux-Suisse, Gascony-France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Wouldnt it be Nice!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Wouldnt it be Nice!



Wouldnt it be nice if that buzz-bug just got the hell out of my frickin room AND
wouldnt it be NICE if there was Peace on Earth, and wouldnt-etc. I didnt have to wear a COVID-19 Mask every time I said I wanna Fuck U!...Sometimes in Anger, sometimes in COMMERCE, and sometimes, can I share your Bicycle! Frickin gizmo-wheels! A Maserati! Ya, Ya, OK!
Wouldnt it be NICE if NICE was just Nice. A Sandwich by the Canal without Fucking  SEX-subversion involved. Yet Rivers, Canals, lonely places, nothing on T.V., pre-cellphone daze, birds and the Bees. That godamned Mockingbird!
I sigh...Wouldnt it be NICE if WE were older in a WORLD outside of our YEARNING. A World  where WE had some UNDERSTANDING and a PAUSE foot-control at our ever=ready toe!
I-d discuss this with my Milkman.
No longer delivers Milk
With my local Butcher.
Gone Vegan.
With the Newspaper Kid.
Bicycle. Got crushed by,,,ya dont wanna know.
With my Ex=wife.
Go figure.
With my Psychiatrist
....funny how instinctively I can SPELL the Doc-s title....
.........
SO!
Wouldnt IT be nice!




c.davedelacroix, chateaux Suisse, France/

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... I Forgot!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I Forgot!



dedicato. Gal I met North of Alberqueque. I was hitch-hiking. She was ON HER WAY to be a Big Shot in L.A. Journalism. I miss her still though we never met. Just 6 hours on the Highway. Together!


I forgot.
I forgot your name
I forgot,
I forgot the Haloucaust,
the Death-Kampf
I forgot, too
our Anniversary.
I stayed YOUNGER
-forgot 5 years
S-how it IZ.

I forgot.
I forgot the forgetting.
\mostly \\me, not \YOU
the kind-a thangsta-
sticks in  your spine-
no-reason
a forgetting!

I forgot the Politico
knockin mah head
I forget the Poets,,,who bled.
I forgot
OUR Song,
How did it GO!
GAZ CHAMBER- Marsellaise
row on row....

.....
......


And WHO amongst the Angels will RE-string a Lyre and...woe betide!...sing a Song of DEMENTIA Vox Populaix!...as FORGOTTEN PEOPLE nestle in their Comfy Tombs!



c.davedelacroix, Chateaux-Vic-Fezensac, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Quiet DAYS in VIC-Fesensac

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...QUIET days in VIC-Fezenzac


dedicato. Le Marquis Jean Debats.


QUIET DAZE in VIC-F
least, it WAS
till I got here! And after
I-m DEAd  or left=as usual,
a Parking Lot!

WHO gets the MIDAS touch
Who get the the Fashionista-terra!
Malibu! Aspen! Porto=fino!
Or Morecombe and Wise!

WHO treads like  a Lamb
yet ROARS like a TYGER,
and what COINS-hand or EYE
 frames thy Tourist-symmetry!

QUIET DAYS in  Vic-Fesensac...
Girl I knew,
she rode horses. Her name was Annie!



c,davedelacroix, chateaux-suisse, gascony-france.