Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... By the Rivers of Babylon.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... By the Rivers of Babylon.

BY THE RIVERS of Babylon, by the GIRONDE, by the CANAL du MIDI where we flopped down...Tough to fall in love again, tits, butt, floral dress, medium height, WANTED in 2 Countries,
blonde.
I seem to recall neither of us had a cigarette lighter. By the river-canal-whatever we tried that pre-posturous Boy Scout thingy with twigs. Hopeless. I wanted to ask passes-by for a Light but she insisted we keep a low profile. After copulating we were STILL Jones-ing for a Smoke.
In the Town the locals hailed. I-d been famous there for a spendthift week. RELAX! -I gestured.
This is my Kid Sista from NYC.
Some lame Gigoloes swarmed but, instinctively, did not get too close nor offer her a drink.I still had 100 Francs. The OLD days, when money was Money.
At a Cafe in Montpelier a Limousine arrived. An Armani Suit jumped out, adressed my Gal, all correct, and she made her excuses. DEPARTEZ. I stared at our empty table. 20 years later I caught sight of .....chatting to Johnny Depp, etc. So nice in Nice. Poor kid. She did NOT look happy!

c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Love and Death in the Time of Virus.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Love and Death in the time of Virus.


She loves ME she loves me NOT. Better get a handle on this Son, Ring-a-ring-a Roses we ALL fall down like Yesterdays Clown. Dat Dude!  U KNOW the one... IN THE MIRROR... and as pretty girls make graves so SHALL your heartache be saved. Alas.

He loves ME he loves me Not. Better I wile my Fandango at a Boutique, afterall, am I not the Queen of the TOWN, the Queen of the Dead, as dead as they can be. I nudge bodies with my toe and NO response sings back to ME... till I fall down.

WE, the Loved, the DEAD or dying who cannot catch breath for counting corpses in the Hospital Halls, when DOES this retribution end...sings the bold Son, the fair Maiden, the Doctor and SO many brave Nurses who can love you but now ....you cannot love back.


c.march 2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Like a Refugee.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Like a Refugee.


dedicato. My Brothers and Sisters, holding the Fort, in the U.S.A.


LIKE A REFUGEE, 25 years ...technically ILLEGAL...in da USA, I have this Experience. PLAYED GUITAR-sang Orig Songs,  Concerts, TV Shows! YUP!, My Dolce Vita! COVID-19, nuttin NEW to me. Like a Refugee.

Like a Refugee, U take, make your ABLUTIONS in Desert Lands. Sometimes, a Sea of Inter-state Wharehouses off an INTERSTATE OFF-RAMPS, the Highways Toilets, nuttin new. Like a Refugee. A Desert either way. Occasionally disinfected.

They GIVE U a V8, jelly-Peanut Sandwich. Maybe an Orange-in California. Charity-welcome! Dont ask where U SLEEP, on the Beach, the Woods, a Malibu Mansion Porch ...whilst lookin for a JOB!

Nobody SINGS, Buddy Can U Spare a Dime... because like in  Hollywood, there-s too many Chiefs and not enough Indians. Same goes for the Populace, EVERYBODY gotta SONG!!!

And LUCKY JIM-Me, with a Guitar before STRIP-MALL COPS chase U off and MORE! U play HERE-U get busted!!! Yet PIZZA HUT always gave away excess food they couldnt sell. Chinese Won-Ton, always a treat. MEE-HOW!!!...Salute!

Like a Refugee, SONGS evaporate in this WAIT n SEE what the COVID-19....Boogaloo, SEZ YOU!!....For whom the bell tolls, if not for thee....A Refugee. And that Promised Land we thought it would be. The Humanity in your Soul.



c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NADAR-S Balloon.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NADAR-s Balloon.

dedicato. FRANZE!!!...Carol Aniello. Accountessa.

When da Whisky got U nervous but U feel NO fear, tomorrow-s HELL is tomorrow-s HERE and U switched Belladonnas, mid-stream, benvenuto!...U R Here! When U strum dat Guitair or bang a Drum, when U whistle Dixie or find a Song in your pocket, like a falling Star, it-s too late. Hey Cayote!!! The Words R not Yours.

A ticket to the Americas!
A Biz-trip to Down-Under!
A Gal who loves U in Torino!
A Pandemic of Love that knows NO Prisoners!
Choices.

I-m moving to France. Place near Belgium, Spain, England, Germany. A Shrangalai for SOME folks. New heavens, new tunes like a NADAR Baloon-vista to survey.

When da Whisky got U nervous but U feel, FEAR, tomorrow-s HELL is here and U switched your boogaloo-MOJO, guitar, and bang a drum, a Dixie song finds U ....like Johnny come marching home!.. the Song U always sung...for WE I fear.


c.2020, davedelacroix, truro, tregolls hse., uk. March. Pandemic-Central......NADAR was a 1900s Photographer in Paris...FRANZE!!!....He photographed all the Beau Monde folks.Did the first photos FROM a aerial balloon... I guess U might google.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Primavera 2020, Spring 2020.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Primervera, 2020.


Grandpa, do U know wass-happenin. Si! Yes I DO, mio Caro. There are a BILLION Chickens without Heads trying to fix their own legs.


c.2020, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Back in the Day

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Back in the Day.


dedicato. Darin Kavanaugh.


BACK in DA DAY!!!


PLATO. The Good Ol Days never were!

Back in the DAY when Men were Men and Sheep were nervous we ALL wore Green Leisure Suits with Combat boots and a nice Tiara. All set off nicely by the Epee....sword-rapier-thingy...carried on a Gold lame Weight-lifters belt.
Alas. No Selfies exist.



c.2020. davedelacroix. All along the Watchtower!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Virus Blues.-The IDES of March.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Virus-Blues.-The IDES of March.


STAY AT HOME, STAY in your Bhurka, stay in your CURRY, stay in your WHISKY, stay in your toilet. Stay in your LANE, stay in your Fame or Incognito, STAY THERE, stay in your inner realm.

Stay in your JAZZ, ya razz-ma-tazz, stay in your BOOGALOO, stay in your kitchen, make dat STEW. Stay in the things that U THINK belong to U. Stay, awhile. Let someone ELSE tie the laces on your Shoe. Isnt that how U got here! One first breath.

Stay IN your Face. Stay in your Waste. Gotta Toothbrush! And beware the ides of March.


c.2020, davedelacroix, truro, uk, the ides of march.....

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... British Rail...

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....BRITISH RAIL.

...The Train on Platform 4, arrivig=ng from Knutsford. Poet Stephan Rendall aboard. The Train on Platform 3, BANKSY on the 2nd floor. And the Milk-Train from Salisbury, now arriving on Platform 2...NO SMOKING, less We catch U!
The Train arriving in PADDINGTON where Welshma=en USED to depart now goes South-West, change at Exeter, DO NOT DEPART Unless U need a connection to the resurection with a Portsmouth Penis in your pants! As for your Parts, there-s NO guarrantee. Check with the Platform Woodent-tops, Yellow Jackets! Dont know nothing, just...NO SMOKING.
The Train to York Minster has a Buffet Dude. He got 10 AIRLINE Cubicles to serve and dine. Last heard, he was only on Carriage Number five, ran out of Soda, GOT SHREK, threw in the Job! Fired Up a SMOKE!
The Train to Brighton, one hour-South Coast. The passengerous RIOTED. There was nothing AMISS,
that Train, that Train, NO JOKING!...


c.2020. dave delacroix. Alles Verboten!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Song for Sylvia Plath.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Song for Sylvia Plath


Its ALWAYS tough when U R Indistinct, Creditors at the door, the Goverment Inspectot-1984 wants to see  your TV Licence. Unzip your pants. Show him your Laptop.
Its SO pazzo when your Can of Soup on the thingy, Mission Tortillas, frends invited, Post TAXES, death and Due, Penis Isolation, wotchagonnaDo.
WISTERIA! Wisteria U Bastard! I-m HERE!!!...
Its always TOUGH when U-re Pregnant, alone or got an IDEA bout leave me alone with a belly full of FEAR like U wouldnt know less U be Me...cant U see!!!...It-s ME.

c.davedelacroix.  

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....SPUDS and Violins

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....SPUDS and Violins



DAWG! DAWG! DAWG! ALL heaven SEETHES
get on ya PAWS
wag ya whassit
when U fail that ANGELS HEART.

BOO=WHOO-WHO! Who/YOU, Moron,
U broke, NOT SHE
thinking U now HOMELESS in Milano, Paris or NYC,
wotchagonnaDO!!!

Jeeze-Christie! Da Mandolin is DOWN in Pawn.
Gotta suddenly think bout LAUNDRY,
Spuds and Violins.
Maybe call 1-800-I-m Sooooo...So!

Dont the HIGHWAY always save U, worthless,
perhaps, and all the People that U meet,
that COIN, that Price...for a Song
that U prize Soooo well, Inturn.

Sway East
Sway West
Sway Uptown,
U know the rest.

DAWG! DAWG! DAWG! ALL Heaven SEETHES!!!
Somehow, sometimes, its all it seems to MEAN
like JAZZ, BLUES,  or Spuds and Violins...


c.2020. our man in frickin europe. davedelacroix.

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

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

Dedicato. Mary-Kay!


The Sunday Roast is DONE. Yesterdays feast. CHIANTI. Cheese-Platter! Saliva. Drooling. Then we get to CHOP all this stuff UP, make Stews, Curries, invite folks, bring Wine, sometimes...Usually,  Guests quite CALM.

SHE DONT LIKE WHISKY, Vodka or GIN
She dont like Roquefort, Camembert or BRIE
She dont like Beof-Burguignon,
she SHUTS HER MOUTH
then HISSES...Tobasco!!!!
TOBASCO!
Which is when I fell in Love!

DO U want Christmas
Like I want Christmas with U...

...All along the Lee Shore...OR...The Sailor from Gibraltar.
She-s got me by the NUTS
I can-t remember Wednesday
or when I should UP,
she sez TOBASCO, tra-la-la!

DO U want Christmas
Like I want Christmas with U...

Now LISTEN all U Cool Fellas
ON a Saturday Night
if that DATE aint WORKING
wear a Japanese Bandanna OR
sprinkle some MIDNITE
Tobasco, Tobasco, Tobasco
Yo!
Then sing da Song!

Do U want Christmas
Like I want Christmas with U...
DO U WANT XMAS
like I want Christmas with U.

And so the STORY goes ME-Boys! Lying naked on the Countessa-s Silk sheets. A handy bottle of T-Basco. on Tits and Mink. Just watch OUT when DA GAL smothers YOU in DIJON MUSTARDO and asks U to pay the Bill!


c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope all is fair and foul in love and war.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Coronaviris-White-Weird.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Coronavirus-White-Weird.


A Song.

WHITE-WEIRD
in a Golden Cage
she stares at U
across the room.
White-weird
in a frozen maze,
NO-way out
alone

Her TITS go UP
her tits go down
she stares at U
across the room,

White KID
some Brat on the street
who once U knew
without a phone,
White-weird
Santa-Monica
a kiss of Life
a silver knife
a phonic devout
that U will never hear!

Her tits go UP
her tits go down,
and can U spare a Dime...

White-weird
in a Golde cage
in a distant place,
distant, distant
all alone.


c.2020.davedelacroix. Just got back from Franze!!!