Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... FASCIST BBC....All the Samoozas U can Eat.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... FASCIST BBC...All the Somoza's U can Eat.


dedicato. Paul-Simon Kirby.


ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS, ALL the SOMOZA'S U can EAT. ALL dat BEGUILE, GUILTY, God, Countrymen, MAN, WOMAN but not your CHILD awaiting the Pied Piper, NOT the BBC.  Yet WHO cries out for the Cry-less, the UN-voice, the SILENCIO. The Fool on the Hill.
HEY WHITE BOY! Wotcha DOIN Uptown!
Now when I was a BOY U only had to walk 20 yards for some PUNK to say U were a Foreigner. We were All ONE, played on the Big Hill, buried our Kid Treasure in School Yard Romance, got our big Brother to Jack-knife the BULLY...see the latter to THIS Day in Taverns, to my dismay, across England-s towns, SMUCKS and ALL that Heaven allows. OMG. I pity their wives. I pity their KIDS. A legacy of SUCK. Some of THESE Swines end up Chaplains, Doctors, the WORST, as Lawyers, Captains of Industry or working for the BBC, apparently, Israeli Occupied Territory. U gotta wonder if they met their Match, from the Schoolyard to the Tele-Kibbutz. And ALL that heaven allows, ALL the Somoza's U can EAT. In an Intellectual OVER-DOSED  Tele-Com World, some Basil, some Oregano, not forgetting the rhetoric of Garlic...for their Soup! And all that Heaven allows. A vision of the World. Constant MAIL from UN-seen Bureaucrats demanding MONEY for BBC TV Licence FINES or FARE for an antiquated appliance... U do not own.... as in ALL the Somoza-s U can eat, a Life, a GIG, and all that SPACIAL wonder...that Heaven, righteously allows.

I wander lonely as a Techie Cloud...100 YEARS of T.V. Licence Fees....Whose Pockets!!!!….






c.2020, davedelacroix.

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

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


Always tough to have 3 foreskins. Frank Zappa had 7. Jimi Hendrix, dead,  doesn't yak about it. Janis Joplin, also dead, ain't showng out on Facebook. Its always HARD  to be a Sex Symbol. WORST OF ALL, Exile, guaranteed Cultural Masturbation. A Life-time in ONE Bordello....Fat Margot. Tough break. Kicked out! From the CARRIBS, back to Gay PAREE....Gotta figure out her Linen. Make connections. Get her Photograph done by NADAR, NADIR, find out who cleans his House, make the connections! She can maybe make Un Franc. Don-t eat. FORAGE. Trash bins! 5 francs later she can promenade by the Gare du Lyon. A penniless, broke Grisette, newly arrived. She Pimps this Petite-Cheri. 10 Francs. Weeks pass-exponentially. And just WHY is the SALE of Woman-s Charms-Illegal, she does not question. On Sundays she goes to Confess at Pont St. Cloud where the glass-steel building of INTERPOL is  now established. Bold, Righteous! Crime-busting! Inter-Connected! And in it-s shadow, adjacent, possibly, where SPOOKS fear to tread, Le Eglise Pont St. Cloud whose Patron welcomes a generous donation I-m told.


c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope. 2020.

OOur Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Fat Magot.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Fat Magot.


WHERE-s the Goddamn Vino! Where-s the Goddamn Clown! Where the HELL is Fat Margot and ALL the RASCALS who made the World feel Round!

They R gone David, long since. And now no more.

WHERE is Jacobi! Bring me a flagon U Wench And Frick off or Die Young! WHO wrote that. Was it I...

They R gone David, long since.And now no more.

UP YA SKIRTS, DANCE atop the Table! My Camellia! My Rose of Yesteryear.! If my Ol legs will give I=ll DUET a pas de deaux and fall, to my shame, South-laughing!

It is gone Dave. And now it IS no more. Alas...And now it IS no more.


c.2020. davedelacroix, Tregolls hse. U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... St. Christopher.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... St. Christopher.


WhenU grind on Piccadilly
Slummin long Via Corso, ROMA!
U maybe Berlin KU-Damm
or Damstraat-Amsterdam,
Schieza! Ich bin align! Alone!

U might WHOOSH!
Nevsky Prospect,
please Grafitti for ME
...ahem! Maybe No.....
or at the Acropolis
then cry, maybe, Your choice
 on your knees.

When U get to Bologna
call me ANYTIME
I wont be there
but some good friends of mine

And if I see U in Seville,
OLE, dont ignore me.
I-ll be that KID
U wish
holding a Traveller-s hand.
......just with U.
Holding a Traveller-s hand
like St. U Know who!.....YOU!
-sharing your Traveling Joy.....


c2020.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Pushkin on the Nevsky Prospeckt.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....PUSHKIN on the NEVSKI PROSPECKT


Ivanna was SOoo nervous.
I said, nudging to her luggage,
NO-WAY-Babushkas
we get that GIBSON Guitar
from Russia to the Ukraine.
She said, SHHHHH-Pushkin!
I responded, Nevski-whassit.
And we a=hugged untill
we came home, rested
threw off our scarves, like
Kommisars, and Yes! There
was that Potoato....Vodky!

Swetlana, Like Ivanna,
and its a tough call blitz
but SHE was one of those,
she was my DAUGHTER
so we dug a hole
in East Berlin.
BIGGEST PROBLEM WE HAD
was all those SPY NOVELISTS
wearing Raincoats-Nation Health
uggly spectacles, lookin Jewish
almost good teeth,
like the Queen of Spades!


c.2020, davedelacroix, ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europ, dave delacroix....Last Night in KIEV.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Last Night in Kiev.


dedicato. Angelica-Babushka-mi Sorrela, Countessa di Piacenza.


IT-S ALWAYS brutal when the Stitches come OUT,
A bummer when U see the Scar.
It-s always ragged when the Sunset shines
when that Capitalist-Bitch Blonde devil,
that U love, alas
nowhere to be found. That bloodshot Sun!

And IN the Garden of MADRAS CURRY
some like it HOT.....
A Pappadum for Your thoughts!

Nowhere places, Himalayas, Lamas from Peru
and that INCA whisper, Macho-Picha-pichu,
no OXYGEN for me or U...AND
please resusitate me!

Speaking of WHICH, USA yakking....No wonder those flakes lost the Superbowl!
Ignored the Cocoa-Cola TV commercials. Ignored the
MEGA=BALOO to feed their Llamas, Chickens
and their Kids!
WOTCHAGONNAdooooo!

It-s always ROUGH S-when U-R on da SLAB,
a Loin, a Thigh, a DUDE,
medium roast-SCREAM to the Wild-World
why don-t U
like a double-helix fool. Leastways look DEATH
in the Face! Mr NO PERSONALTY.  He Got Lottsa Buisness Cards.
Everybody, someday, get to count Em!

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yeah. Yup. We got DAT. I-m running out of
SMOKES,
BEER,
WHISKY, do not fear!
They BOTTLE this stuff, nearby
and the Clinical Sauasage, bacon, Pork Chops
of a Surgeon-s job on WAR-s Battlefield,
brought to PRIME TIME T.V.
 A breakfast CEREAL for the mind.
BRING UP dat RUSTY SAW, Sgt. Smith.
Gather around.
THIS one-s gonna be Trickey!

Summer days and nights, nobody,
no BO-HO Gangster knows
like Me, maybe U...a Last Night...in Kiev.




12 bar-blues,,,Its always BRUTAL....Stitches comm in Out....TWANG!!!!...JEEZE! Tune dat Guitar!



c.2020. dave delacroix, honorary Cornish Smuggler!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... A Grimm Fairy Tale

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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... A GRIMM Fairy Tale.


dedicato. William Houston.

..Noo HAS U KNOW U never believe a word that-s said in a late night Tavern after all and sundry are in their Cups at a time, going on 3 a.m., in Alcoholic or fervent drinkers time, lights low, most floozies gone on home, just a couple of Cougars, dilettante, Lads, in by way of trade, muscle=orientated, Bar owner hovering for his last ducats, ensemble, 2 tweetie gals in Tut-Tu-s, kid-waitress-s hoping for a break...in Hollyweird...or just to get back to their Clothes-horse digs of limited description, The Motel Sunray! 25 bucks a night, don-t look under the mattress! S-where they interned  MOB-squealer Louis-da-Weasel from NYC....WHERE WAS I... Oh. Yup. A million Stories abound about the DUTCHMAN-S LOST GOLD MINE in where-ever, Arizona, Nevada, Colorado.Anyhow, all this takes place in a Bar-Roadhouse between Colorado Springs and Cortez in Southern Colorado...SO!!! Old Dude, a BAR TABLE COMMANDER establishes his presence. Old ruffled 10 Gallon Stetson, Wretched Duster over-coat. Rockmount studded-check Cowboy shirt. Looked like it had seen better days. God knows what state his Under-pants were in! Tony Lamas Boots!. Anyhow We all, Bar-Dregs, gathered round. Lights were low. Everybody was wearing a Joint or a Cigarette and after slugging 3 large Makers Mark Whiskys with 2 Budweiser chasers, in a low raspy, saw-dust, 3rd grain sandpaper-voice....he said, ON OATH!!!......I think he was Scottish, maybe....Noo, I fund... the Lost Dutchman-s Goldmine....


c.2020, davedelacroix












took away the bordello.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... IZ it U.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... IZ it U!

dedicato. Robin Romero.


IZ it U, U, U, U. IZ it U,yup, U, U, U, U.
In the the mirror of my Shades!
A reflection in an Antique-Bond St. shop window, glaze
or the high-rise, sky-scraper
that makes Ants
of the people walking, like nobodies...mostly
penniless. IZ it U.
As U KNOW...I-m SUCH an Artiste!

Is it U, U, U, why, my goodness-gracious! Is it U....

NO BABEE. It-s just Me. Pissed off ... walking on the Street.


c.2020., davedelacroix. Getting ready for Ol Buddy, Ray-Ray-s funeral Wake. Full Bar. Truro, Cornwall.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... A Rendezvous!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.. A Rendezvous!


dedicato. Mon Frere...Loic Vauvert-Gillard.


O sweet Babbee, my Elenore, will U come and VISIT me. I-ve got an apartment in the Quartier Montmartre, and despite the Tourists,  the Gas is paid, the Electricity, no worries. My neighbour connected a cable. We have Free Light till March. Hot Water! U can Shower! Montmartre STILL has it-s Secrets...
O sweet Elenore. I play Guitar between Noon till 3... For TONIGHT I will buy a Cabbage, a choice Fillet Mignon. 2 glasses, Yes, we have. A bottle of Beaujolais!  POP!!! O sweet Babee, my Elenore. I await. Will U come visit Me... Cheri, je suis despair!...

c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... ALPHA MAN Blues.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Alpha-Man Blues.


Ya didn't have to CRY OUT LOUD in your E-mail, an Epistle from a raging Soul. Ya didn't have to SCREAM have MERCY! Mercy only comes when U-ER bust,, as lame as a lamb or as sweet as a Foal. NOBODY said OUR LOVE was good or bad, and right and wrong, only THINKING makes it so. All I had was a Guitar, Bus ticket ..and a Future, a Future to the Cold.

NOBODY EVER really starts a WAR. Peaceniks abound like U and ME. And because we SIT in Peace, the Dogs of War are free! I do not believe I ever kicked a Critter or a Man when he was ever down! Envy, not my Style. Don't think I failed to hold a Buttercup...Under your chin or to forgot to say, Hey-Babe, U-re the THING that I-m In.

Guy Fawkes Night! Death in the N Zone. St. Walpurgis NACHT! Crowds. Hullabaloo. Those long ago nights! Those choice Summer Eves. And the Alpha Man. The DO or CAN. The next Gig. The next Town. The next. Catch-can whilst U can. Some THING for U my Love. Guitar STRUMMIN....


c.2020, davedelacroix. frickin freezin cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Waitin on da Robert E. Lee.

Our Man in Europe, dave  delacroix... Waitin on da Robert E. Lee

dedicato. Nick Nolte.


Mattie was walkin, doin MOST of da talkin, twistin her BOUFE left right and centre. I was mostly BEAN-POLE, lookin serious, clasping my last chance Picket carriage ticket home, Greensboro, Carolina. Ol Juba. One horse carriage. Come by bout this time.  Nobody EVER told me we were North or South, or Middlin War- Republic, Yankees on the horizon. I did not care NONE! Miss Mattie won my heart and, presently, by all accounts, we woz Courting, S-am I-m proud. Age 19!

SUDDEN!!! MUSKETS! Like rain under a tree. Cows, goats, everything SCATTERED.. then the rush of UNIFORMS. Any thing MOVED got shot or cut down. Mattie, shot through the heart fell down upon me. Her body warmth and Spirit blended into Me.

Come dawn the Battle, skirmish, WAR had moved along. Gathered unto the Lord, with bare hands I dug Mattie-s resting place. SHE didn't have to die! WHY did she have to die! I was a long time Comin, thinkin, likely confused. My love had gone. And maybe a day or two, wanderin thru woods, brush, not knowing... when I came upon two lilly white girls, Southern Ladies, not 15 years old, and I knelt in all sadness with them. They had just buried a Yankee Soldiers Soul.

Hummin started. Don-t know where from when. WE were just three. Soldiers appeared. Doctors, wounded men on carriages. Some say a Colonel! Hummin. Gather Round boys! Waitin on da Robert E. Lee. And torn men hummin. Campfires. Tents. Billy-cans. A gatherin for my sweet Mattie.


c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Promenade des Anglais.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Promenade des Anglais, Nice!

dedicato. mary-anatasia witherspoon.


SO THERE I WOZ WALKING down Tel Aviv Boulevard, no Yamaka, BIG foreskin, trying to YELHA fit in, GALS left to right. To BE, Shakespeare! Talmud resuscitation's! Give it my best BAR-funny! At ze Cafe-bar... Make MINE a Bloody Mary with a Yashmak! Make it snappy!...
Getting KICKED OUT of a Bar is pretty easy but getting kicked out of a Country, it  needs some work. To date, Costa Rica, Canada and the U.S.A. EXCOMMUNICATED! I feel such JOY!!!
 I-m STILL working on Andorra, Luxembourg, San Marino and the Vatican City! Figure I-ll keep the BIG Countries for Shepherd-s PIE. In TUSCON-Arizona under Stetson hat brims, serious Cow=gals always ask, Y-ALL LOOK DEHYDRATED-BOY!!!.. More thoughts on THIS at another time.
....To My sweet Ladies, North-South, East or West...A Pastiche! I can usually, if not MOSTLY, for U, scrawl a POE...hang on!...a POEM... to a ZAPPA-Tree...on the Oromenade des Anglais!....No worries!
JEEZE!
Friends lack such Confidence!!!


c.2020/davedelacroix. tregolls hse, truro, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Selling Dave by the Pound!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Selling DAVE by the Pound!

IF I KNEW THE Danish Surgeon, nubile, blond, tri-lingual and her Brunette-Diva Nurse, bela-ragazza with MIO at a beer-belly 64...please lie on the SLAB...had known, maybe I-d a worn DAPPER-DAN hair Tonic. Least ways, tuxedo pantalone.

I-m a Dapper-Dan Man.... Age 64, Suspicion of Melanoma. Melanoma. Music Instrument thingy. Thought I PLAYED one of those whiz-keyboards back in the 80-s! But SOMETHING different. U never know, ask anyone, if your Dick is alright. And don-t tell me. Either way, a good name for a Band.

Oh Medicalo! oh Canzone! A Song in my heart!
Take off a LEG! Better still, take my Heart. 4 Decades of HELL. S-why I write these god-damn Songs.
Take off an ARM, give me  a Cortisone Shot, CUT Me OUT DAMNED SPOT and sell this Dave by the Pound. Gift wrapped in something blue.

Fortunately, DOC DANIKA was Au Fe with my Texas drawl. We bonded. The Lamia Nurse stayed out of my face whilst I gritted my expensive-full rack of dental implants from Costa Rica, silently Non-screaming, BEE-BOP-A-LOO=PAH, under my breath.

SKIN-CUT, scraped, NEEDLED, Bayeux Tapestry, hoping Doc. Danika was on her Game. A Pound of flesh cut OUT of Dave-s upper-flank. Two Sweeties in the Charnal House. All serene. The Clinic House music played.


c2020,davedelacroix, post op. Always been a Why-ner!!!...

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Pied Piper.

Our Ma in Europe, dave delacroix.... Pied Piper.


NOT A CHANCE!...Babee, U fall in Love with Me
NO-WAY JOSE, kiss ya Ol-Picador, arena, OLE!!!

Not a GIG,  fandango-Gitano!
Whisper memories, HOW We survived

as I sing U a Song of Memories, just WHO
gat RAPED this side.

Not a GLANCE!...Do U Mirror in ME
the horror, the KID, fleeing, OLE!

And not to divest the comensurate hate, the
PIED PIPER, nevermore in need of Planet fate...


c2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... TRURO, The Naked City!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... TRURO, the Naked City!



Witch-service!
Cops!
U mean The Police!
Yo. EMERGENCY! S-why am callin 999!
Yes...How mai help U.
CRAZY BASTARD Banging on OUR windows! I think it-s Psycho-Ollie, Suite 19, Tregolls House, Falmouth Rd. My Name is, I-ll spell it..... HURRY!
I-m sorry. Are U reporting a Civic disturbance...
CRAZY BASTARD BANGING on my Window DUDE! Send a PROWLER!!!
I-m sorry Sir. Could U please spell your Last name...
IDIOT. My Name. My Address...He-s a CRACK HEAD!!!
Could U please give me your Address...
YOU FRICKING ASSHOLE. Crazy-Bastard banging on WINDOWS, SCREAMING ABUSE! Where-s ya fricking SUPERVISOR, ya PENIS-HEAD!
2 minutes later...
Repeat ALL of the above in SECOND 999 EMERGENCY CALL-TRURO.....
5 minutes later...
I go out to Complex forecourt. COP VAN. No Lights. Where can they be...
1 minute later CRAZY PSYCHO banging on my Garden door.
I run to front of house-complex. 2 COPS in black jackets. NOW! NOW!~he-s fucking up my back door!
1 Cop seems semi intelligent, responding with a canter, his side-kick seems more concerned with ME raising my voice! What a...nevermind.
Cops and Psycho disappear into, I guess, Pyschos Crack Den.
Nobody comes back to report or assure me the situation has been resolved.

THIS has been a REAL TRURO CORNWALL 999 EMERGENCY report. There are 38,000 Stories in the....TRURO... Naked City!...THIS has been one of them.


c2020, davedelacroix…..

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JESUS-s SOCKS!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Jesus-s Socks!


I lost my SOCKS but I might still STRUM my Song of Yesteryear. Every things IN, down in PAWN, my Concepts, my Ideals, my Ambition, my BOOG-A-LOO, especially my Bee-Loo! BLOODY ANTHEMNIC CHOIR only rubs salt into wounds, J.C. never had it SO bad. BLOODY WHINER! I. MIO, can-t even get some FRICK to donate a Cross. 50 bucks!!! As for COHORTS, Barabbas and his Buddy, long since VAMOOSE, became Expert-Witnesses on Crucifixion. The GROUPIES, Mary-M. No blow jobs for Christie except at Lent and only when Fish is a la Carte. The Resurrection Cave does a Romantica Couple Special with breakfast. Nice decor. Love the Laura Ashley curtains. Petrus Fish. Paul-s Disco. The Saviour-s Promenade, the ruins of the very Oven where Judas faked his death then split on a Expenses-paid-for Mediterranean Cruise. Check out the Apocrypha Brochure!
I lost my Socks but I MIGHT still strum a Song of Yesteryear, especially if I thought, outside of a cold Winter, such abstract things were of value.


c2019, davedelacroix...our man in europe....in spirito sancto.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BAD HAIR DAY!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BAD HAIR DAY!


Frickin RAINING, Cornwall-U.K.
LIPSTICK smile
Smeared, with my Kiss,
eternal devotion, Unto U,
GOD,
a Sabbath for Amy, a Kaddish for Joe.

V-2 Nazis Buzz Bombs,
WHO gets killed NEXT,
One MO -Live!
Second MO - DEAD!
Eternal Resolution,
a Sabbath for Amy, a Kaddish for Joe.

FRICKIN World - as We know it! -
AUSSIE-burning
Jack-knife Politico!
World-Boogie!
Yet even WITH my kiss
Unto U, GOD, still,
a Sabbath for Amy, and a Kaddish
for ANYONE...on a bad hair day...

..who-s looked into the
MIRROR-ELECTRIC... Yoohoo!


c2020. dave delacroix. The Rising Sun Pub, truro, Cornwall. After meeting AMY, 19, and her Student Buddies in the Beer Garden. Absolute NUDE fotos of DAVE are NOWHERE available!!!....Its SO hard to be a Sex Symbol.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... LOVE STORY.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Love Story....Storia Amore.


ON THE DANK SIDE of Town where We dwell, nobody-s got Less than 3 Credit Cards, 2 Cell-phones, 6 ARMANI Tuxedos, SYPHILIS and a clapped out Porche!

On the dank side of HELL where the CASINO own-s your THONG and your latest Satin-Doll can see THRU your BOTOCKS, Ciao-Babee-Good-Arrivederci a tube of BOLOGNA!!!

On the dank side of Town, mobile-UPWARDS, in PAWN the TIMEX, never mind the ROLEX. That sucker ain't worth a dime on Bond Street, the Champs E-Elysee, KU-Damm, CORSO V. I don-t know. Milano or Roma. U ever BUY a Naughty B-white photo from a guy in a Panama hat...

On the dank side of the ZOO, pushing 30, going-Napoli...So I read DANTE, viewed LEONARDO and THEY say, Lago Como!.... Drowning-involved.

On the dank side of love, blitz-krieg-dementia, I write...the ON-going story of Love!

Oh! LOOK!!! There-s a God damn Butterfly!...


c2020. davedelacroix. New Years Poem. Tregolls Hse, Truro. U.K.