Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The ART of Dying.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The ART of Dying.


dedicato. Marquis Jean Debatts.


SIBOKU, stick a blade, lower coronary. Gotta wear the correct Kimono-thingy. Look serious....Falling stone-drunk off the back end of a speeding SEMI-18-Wheeler, yet another option. Road=kill. Sacred. Dead is Dead. Upscale, the Waiter-Bell-boy hates ya guts! Cheap-ass Checkout! ...So do the Firemen-Ambulence lads and lasses who get to SWEEP U Up.
Can I buy U a Cocktail...
I just swept up a Dead Guy.
......did U find his WALLET...cos I-m broke...

AMTRAK Suicides, usually in a Jalopy. Train Engineer never AGAIN plays with his Toy Train Set. SUICIDE-BY-COP. Boys and Girls hand over their GUN, BADGE and Baby Blues and awonder, maybe get a Gig at the Hardware Store. Someplace quiet. THEY are dying too.
And the Casualties, the Ordinary-Walking-Wounded, the Regular DOOMED. Nothing changes. The ART of Dying, impossible to perfect.

To go, in BATTLE! To go with a ROAR! FREEDOM! To go with a SHOUT! Ya BASTARDS-you-ll never take me ALIVE! A Revolutionary! BOOM!!!... Better still...go with a Joke! Try not SHARING. On the OTHER hand...some JOKES last longer than Others!... But keep it YOU! It-s YOUR last GIG. Leastways U will be Loved. Joke-thingy...

Might wanna send flowers to immediate attendants and PAY in advance for Bedsheet Laundry expenses. A Toy or 2 for the local Kid-ragamuffins. Afterall, no sense in dying without a sense of Hope and for your BELA, a dying kiss. JEEZE! I-m ALREADY writing your Song!


c.2020. savedelacroix. cancer survivor. 64. Totally pissed-off!...lol.