Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... ALL Quiet on the Facebook Front!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... All Quiet on the Facebook Front.


dedicato. Carol M. Aniello.


OK. Midnight laundry, Old Tregolls House. Its a Victorian-Molto-Gothic converted Girls School. I have private rooms in the back with a small garden. The Laundry thingy is a shared facility. I use it when other-apartment-folks are Sacked out. Maybe this is too much information. Anyhow, my Laundry. DO IT whilst the World is asleep...and there-s a Maitre-Maid...she lives to the left of me... who-ll gently CUSS me in the morning. She wants to pick up some Change-DO my Washing and -in passing, ruminate about BREXIT. And the WannaBe-Beladonna-COUGAR, I-m leaving Names out of this..., brunette, always robed in bath towel, swirl towel Punjarbi head-deal...she lives above me... who feels God Damn left out of my Hemisphere with UNsolicited interest about, in Life,  just Where I am going. WHERE am I going...the Co-op Market, Yo!  She repetitively caresses my door knocker for a Cigarette lighter or a spare Incense Stick. Alas, SWEET THANG I always suggest we rendevous at the Old Grammar School -my fave Pub in Truro-Cornwall, down town. Spend some Bucks! She never shows. I think she-s on some kind of Government Disability. And like the rattle in the wainscot of a mouse that cant OUT, I-m hoping some New debonair tennant might arrive to absorb her interest. Keep on scatching.
YO! All quiet on the Facebook Front. Lucy messaged me 3, Holga, Germany. Irene in France. Louise, reminding me of her Nano-related Travels through Thailand. Beaches are Peachy ... Klaus buzzed from Berlin-did I want to part with my Gibson guitar and happily, Isabel...Looking forward to seeing you in Toulouse!


c.2020.davedelacroix. This side of Paradise.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... LOUIS THALBERG Hollywood-Highway Blues.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... LOUIS THALBERG Hollywood-Highway Blues.


dedicato. chuck boyle and michael grier.


...nobody,yet nobody, n U

And Yet NOBODY, the MAN in her Eye, the Ragazza, the IT-Girl who spinnied LOUIS THALBERG. And maybe, CLOSE-UP nobody died, aperitivo, Insalata, GREAT WHITE Shark, something SOUTH of HOW MAH BABEE MAKE A=LIVIN...15 years of VOICE and White Boy hasnt found his UNconjugunal living-Nightmare Chanson...Tra-lal-la, Grisette on the Grande Boulevard... tough ejaculation, go to Malibu, Santa Barbara...or dive off the HOLLYWOODLAND sign, 1929, PUMPF!!! Somebody-s Daughter.

Take ya PIX of the PICO Boulevard billboards whilst the Hollywood and Vine Gals WHISPER in your Hollywood EAR,  that slicing Moon, Any Mirror-bit-CRACKED/// ITS U!...   that comes too late. YAH! It AINT HERE Babee, its in Burbank, Culver City, Studio City or in the BAR where U have every Opportunity of a One way Ticket back to Omaha-NEB., some say. Weinstein Virginity INtact! Nuff Faggots in this City-in this BIZ but I-d STILL hate to be a Gal.

 F.Scott Fitz. nailed it. Mr Hobby Revisited. Nobody should COME here Unless they are invited. L.A. is CRAMMED with Has-beens. So GO masturbate on the Freeway!  But IF- invited- U get a SHOT, get IN then GET OUT and then go find Louis Thalberg...

He-s out there, someplace. Last signpost me and Carlotta just whizzed by...XYGHBX on Interstate-15, headin to the Las Vegas-Last Chance Casino. We still got 2 Benjiman Franklins and Gas money. Can we RE-DO the CASABLANCA movie Shot at Burbank Airport. Even WE Mavericks think so!

... Ilse and Raincoat Dude-s credit card dosent work in the AUTO-CHOCOLATE Machine. A Crowd surrounds. Usual Suspects. Couple of Nazis. It-s a RICH production of course but the Cameraman falls asleep. And the god damned plane is making too much Noise! .....O LOUIS THALBERG where R U Now!...


c.2020, davedelacroix. Gettin ready for trip to France. HOLD my Calls!

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

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


dedicato. Anna Cimo.


No Pucheen for Jesus, no blood on the Vine and it seems a long time since we boogalooed... and aint saying I-m the only one remiss on paying my taxes, my Dues or the rent, and wailing U Go like a Prophet in the snow... in the wrong kind of weather to dress just you so... but I got your meaning, promise NOT  to tell your folks how our Youth and Life-s Promise... all went up in smoke.

O Geraldine, the Emerald sky!
long gone since, our Heart
to Do or to Die.
O Geraldine, O Geraldine
I-ll love U until I-m gone...

Is it Wednesday now, my CLOCK says its Friday and I thought we were Done with Chapel this year. A new Preachers Son wants to Impregnate your Sista and the way she acting, my hands are all tied. So in your absence I sing out a Prayer from Derry Town cross-country to County Clare and it-ll praise the virtue of sweet virginity, that thing not for You...and Unlikely for Me.

O Geraldine, the Emerald Sky!
long gone since, our Heart
to Do or to Die.
O Geraldine, O Geraldine
I-ll love U Untill I-m done!


c.2020, davedelacroix. Anonymous Poem, 1874, translated from French. Song of a Farmer-s Son.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Menu for Murder... The Big Sphaghetti-O!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... MENU for Murder, the BIG Spaghetti-O!



WHY IS IT....almost SCREAMS DnD... Dude from the Lost kids N Found Detective Agy... that AL DENTE who is not a PERSON always leads US to the Extra Virgin Olive Oil!... His exclamation, perhaps, lost in the Ritzy Hollywood Movie PIZAZZ of Cop Car flashing lights, the Uniform Police Soldiers, the HULLABALOO, the heat of the night! Or the Thorsten Veblins conspicuous FACITIDA, 4 columned Bel Air SHACK, 54 rooms, 2 swimmng pools, heiress-s dead body found in swimming pool Cabana, pool-vacuum head stuffed in her mouth, mouth gaping-elongated with MUNG-beans, fully boiled, dribbling, minimum ginger and garlic, only one Habero chilli in evidence. Pretty LIGHT if U were a Killer from MADRAS!
Cops-in Bags didnt have or CARE to have a Clue. Husband, NAKED was accosted in 4th Empire Suite masturbating frantically, asked Cops to...hang on a Mo....till they crashed through Venetian-louvre bedroom door. YUP! For most, even Sherlock Holmes might have to put his Deer-stalker hat on backwards!!!
After TWO NIGHTS in COUNTY....Los Angeles Jail...
Police Interrogation...Tired of slapping the Guy.
DID U WHACK your Wife.
Where is that Bitch.
DID UB WHACK your wife.
If that BITCH wants PALIMONY she can kiss my,,,

DnD, who was on a MISSING KID case at the ...almost, adjacent PICKFAIR Mansion owned by 2 Movie Stars who had, as Celebrities, adopted a KID-HOARD, one gone FLED, ergo DnD-s Case, stumbled into the Situ. A foolish note in the USS Ronald Reagan Aircracft Carrier-sized Kitchen, under the 3rd Toaster, spilled the Whassit! Hansom Mahmound, 2nd kitchen Chef had declared it was ALLAH-s will. The WOMAN of the House was HIS or No-ones! In SHAH-ALLAH! The Cops-in-Bags of course imediately scoured the UP Market Hood for this Guy. Pant-Pant! There ARENT any cheap-ass Tandooris in THAT neck of the woods. But they finally nailed his ass on Century Boulevard-hitch-hiking to Los Angeles International Airport, WE GOTTA 10-4!  YO! Some People! Anyhow, back at the Ranch...
DnD ran a handful of MUNG through his fingers. Looking across the vast kitchen counter-top at Sgt. Nalty, presently seconded to Bel Air from West Hollywood for being too mean with the locals, 2 Los Angelenoes,  whose reasonably weathered faces cojoined in the mtual twilight.
I never saw THIS before.
Answered by.
...Dont THIS take he Big Sphahetti-O!


c.2020.davedelacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Sun don-t Rise.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Sun don-t Rise.


dedicato. Kenneth Graham, Actor.


Weee-ll a splash of Chianti
a Traffaut nose
a wicked skirt-swirling
JO-Johnny blow
and its a misty, mist morning
when U come to surmise
which WAY to Hell or Heaven
when the Sun dont rise

An AS I was Sayin
29 bucks in my Shorts
and AS I aint washed since Tuesday,
no worries.
And if I see U in PAREE
before next Wednesday
the 4th of July
that 29 dollars
as good as yours as mine...say wha!


c.2020. davedelacroix.french hse,soho,london,uk.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... School Yard Kid.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...School Yard Kid


School Yard Kid. NO Parents. Raggedy clothes. Older Brother. REAL mean-IN jail. Some say this one CARRYS a Knife or ran away from a  Homeless Shelter. One -1 to 10 Teachers Cards, he always got DISAPONTMENT,usually spelt wrong. I MEAN!!! What kind of BRAND is THAT! U-Aint gittin into YALE!
School Yard Kid. Carried a KNIFE some say, then later, 3 times I heard it! DEAD! He was Deade. Body in the L.A. River... though it was NEVER in the NEWS. 3 Times! Deade Skiing in Vail! THEN, Dead rescuing a dead SQUIRREL in a NATIONAL PARK!....I believe EVERYTHING, Jeeze!

Sonofabitch! Now I hear he OWNS half of NEW JERSEY selling APPS to WE the Dysfunctional. I sent him an E-Mail.


c.2020. davedelacroix. Our man in Europe.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... No More White Boy!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....NO MORE WHITE BOY!


Dedicato. Julie Aylward, my buddy. Neice of Joyce A. The Movie, Inn of the 6th Happiness.



In the year 3020, no more White Boy. The Intelectual clowns from Morroco, Libiya, Algeria, EGYPT are in Political charge of Mediterranean Europe. Everything South of Toulouse, France. BABEE WE WERE BORN TOULOUSE!!!... Not so much of Islamic Tyranny but administrative Idiocy and Incompetence, similarly in India and Pakistan. Nobody from there knows the theory of  how to build and operate a Railroad System. Syria, Turkestan, etc., nevermind the INTERNET, same Boogie... Africa of course reverts. Always WILL to Zulu,Hutus and Zutus. A MAFIA WEEKEND. Tribal Politico. Afro, Arab, my Neighbor and YOURS! Five will get U Ten. Lines on a MAP drawn by old Foggies in 1918, NO BOOGALOO. Leastways, no future Vietnam, the restoration of historic ROBERT E. LEE Civic Statues in the Carolinas, a new LENIN ediface  on the Nevsky-Prospect  with MADOFF financial schemes promising PUSHKIN Central Heating for All....Glad I wont be around for the Vodka!!!...In the year 2030 when all Offshore Bank Accounts are OUTLAWED and China, a loss of Face, gone back to Confuscius and with no ACRE of the GLOBE to fight over, excepting ANTARTICA where we are now building Summer Getaways....and the White Boy no more, playing with his Toy Train Set, the STUFF best left in Childhood, nothing gained, nothing learnt... no more.


c.2020,feb,truro, uk. our man in europe.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Cotton-Pickin Sista!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Cotton-Pickin Sista!



Dedicato. NADINE. Paddington Station, London. A Belladonna, a Jamaican Queen and Michael Grei in Los Angeles, California, USA, fellow Artist-Dude.


...Banjo pluckin

We-ll they aint NUTTIN wroung with my Cottin Pickin Sista. Didnt grow no tits but I know some Fellas like that. She got E-mail, 3 Credit Cards and Friends on Facebook, guess y-all didnt know bout... And she started that DANG Internet Business, West OF Virginia...All bout Youngsta-s NOT gettin laid!.. WEST OF VIRGINIA!!!.com

She-s a Cottin Pickin Sista.
Siata of Mine.
She-s a Cotten Pickin Sista.

Now the word got out bout my Cotton Pickin Sista so I gotta go polish my GUN and tell those folks over in the next Valley, this is HERE how things run. U can get ON Line or DO the Time, or go to JAIL-piss me Off!!!... twix way your fever runs, but if U mess with my Cotton-Picking-Cool Sista...U-d better, better run! And SO I ask U Rockstars and Crackers to Sing!...

She-s a Cotton Pickin Sista
Sista of Mine.
She-s a Cotten Pickin Sista
Black or White!...

OK. ...Now we might share the Moonshine!


c.2020. davedelacroix. Conroy-Arkansas, USA., on your Highway.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Three Stone Lines.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Three Stone Lines.




Old Man... making his cheese-toasties late into the night.

Old Gal... an empty morning, whippin up that receipe the Kids loved so well.

And an Old Ribbon found in the bottom of a drawer that someone kept from an old Love before...


c.davedelacroix.2020, February.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Last Minutes of James Dean.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Last Minutes of James Dean.

….Modesto, Ashbury Park. I don-t care too much, power under my hood. Concrete band, getting Wed sometime soon and the Cayote, he-s a mean Ol dog, singing like Elvis, singing mah tune, burning rubber, whad I got to lose, damned Prophets, Scripts, Take-One! Take-TWO!...Just saw Ol Thespian Alec Guinness from England< said DON-T get in that car!

Ring-a, Ring-a Roses, We ALL fall down. Atisho! Atisho! Hollywood-s Clown.

Pass me that Lighter, would Ya! Oh! Let-s open this Baby UP. From here on-ON  this Highway... U can see ALL the way to heaven. And BELIVE ME when I say...all the Angels-wings feather-DOWN like bathing in an Arizona Sunlight, shifting gears. CRANK!!! Hear them sing!

Ring-a,ring-a roses. A pocket full of Posies. Atisho! Atisho! We all fall...down.



c.2020.davedelacroix...and left my Ass on the cutting room floor.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....ALIENS without Cellphones!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Aliens without Cellphones.

dedicato. Domiina Laxalt de Roma.

We hang out. Conversation. Discuss the World, make sneaky asides, fashion that  U wear. ASK after Mamma, the Cougar of Daytona, Gran-papa-OK, hit the beach, spread a sheet, aperitivoes. ...,IS HE COMING!!!...rolls-long in his creaky Wheelchair. OPPA gotta brand new Cadilac. Bought it in ASTBURY PARK-New Jersey when Bobby-Soxers were King. And Frank - Blue Eyes - Sinatra,  crooning that song, Strangers in the Night. And you remember we used to, Christmas-last or when, gather-around the old DX-Synthesizer, sing it out loud, Oppa-Conducting. Happy days. Those days... before I sawed off Cousin Vincenzo left leg. He-d been hankering for an amputation ever since Pre-school since he put his hand up my skirt then kicked me in the Ass.
Things get DONE around here. For our house Oppa bought me the Chain-saw. Said things needed trimming.

c.2020. davedelacroix. 

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

Our Man I Europe, dave Delacroix...  The Zippo.


dedicato. Damon Wood.


….the Zippo lighter, thru
concrete butter.
the OMAJIO
through, frick-verse.
vomits LA-LA-LA!

How DO we tear U
How DO we INSINUATE U
HOW do we wear your UNIFORM
so that we can UUUUU-SURP U.

Klick-Klack, ad nauseum.
Guitar.
Guitar.
Guitar...!...And light a fire.


c.davedelacroix. Some place in England.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Anyone who HAD a Heart.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Anyone who HAD a Heart.


Any one who had a Heart...
Knight-Francois at Ronceval.
Some wastrel parked it in a Poem.
Any one who had a Heart
Last-Kentucky-Redneck
at the Alamo, neither OR
Dog-tags to be found.

With THIS particular BLEACH
U can can make your house SOoooo
CLEAN!

Anyone who had a Heart
a Soldier-s Song, wet feet,
munchies-beyond T.V.
the dignity of MAN
forever lost.
Corporal in the trench,
made us laugh,
HEAD, clean blown off.

With THIS USB stick ….
the ENEMY a click away.
We-re Friends on FACEBOOK!

Any one who had a Heart
tell that Lady in Arkansas,
anyone, Salaam a-lickum
tell my Lady in KABUL,
any one who had a Heart
we will meet in God-s gaze
and the fighting begins...


c.2020. davedelacroix. 

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

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Clitorus!

IN ANCIENT TIMES did they say SUCK da FORESKIN, cut the bugger OFF...or to Virgins, less they SIN can I come on IN and a Merchant=s cry, May ALL your Camels be Fertile...I will TAKE HER, cut off her Clitorus….BCE.2020...And now AD 2020!!! Such Medievalist  culture ABOUNDS. WHO ARE these creatures who call themselves Men! Their NAMES!!! These INSIDIOUS.
We are fighting the WRONG WARS!!! Cut a Girl-s genitalia in the SUDAN or burn a Bride in Pakistan. Which....YUK!!!....do U choose.


davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... EAST of Tralee.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... East of TRALEE.


dedicato. Sweet Geraldine.


...where I broke my ARM
this side of Tralee
I was blowin kisses, like U DO
this side of Tralee
I FELL in love,
splendour
lock and key,
in love-where WE WALK
to pay the County Tax
East of Tralee..

YO!!! I missed da BUS
it rained, the Night
was loooong, no day to be found
but , UNCANNY
a shadow, that Tralee,
that enigma
UNder C UT, slicing
...
In the RICH BAR
in Montpelier
the Bar-keep gave me a Music Cassette
of Music
that I-d left 30 years before

with a recorded Song I-d composed
the Rose of Tralee.



c2020.davedelacroix, time-traveller.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....the drinker with the Rye

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Drinker in the Rye.


dedicato. Holly de la Fay.


Father to Daughter...

Have U EVER seen a classic-vintage TELECASTER GUITAR smashed up just like I have DONE,
have U ever scattered COFFEE-CREAMER ON STAGE  above your head, ignited with a ZIPPO lighter and even the ROADIES get BALD
Have U ever ELECTROCUTED your Kith and KIN on stage, the ones U toured with IN A CRAPPY VAN from Lawrence-Kansas to COLO-raidoh!
Have U ever Rain-camped some Woodstock-soggy shoes 3 days and nights festival
where they don-t dispense Female=products, a coffee or a smile.
Then as GOD is mah Witness, your new Punk-love MAY have a GUITAR and sing about the REASON WHY,
and it ain't UP to Me
I can see what U see
but chances are....righteous bandana!... he-s just another Drinker in the Rye.

c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... VADIM-s SCAR

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Vadim-s Scar

dedicato. Sergie-Patch-Polyester.


PUSHKIN ON MY Shoulder. A Yasef growling in my Soul, let the HOARDS of History yet-begin, SMOKE, fire, despair, despair...such an easy word when your tank is dry. A cold message now at some Tavern-s door, ALL is UNfound, the Devil from your DUEL is dead, his SON-Life now squanders his Rubles in your hands. Let the Balalaikas ring!!!
On the Streets of St. Petersburg I wear my DUEL scar with rabid pride!

c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...The Lover-s Candle.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...The Lover-s Candle.


dedicato. frenke n becky.


I won-t lose ya Candle
just U and Me
Don-t lose
this side of History.

What WILL they say
What will they Write!
Their Insight
or Beliefs...

U and Me, hiding
in a Cavern,
the Hunters
Huntered down...

Wax and wane, WANE-
my hand reaches OUT
for your Heart!!!


c,2020. davedelacroix, cornwall, old grammar school bistro. truro.