Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Paris-Match!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Paris-Match.

dedicato. Amis... Jerome Decloss et Isabella Pessoa.

Paris to France! How ya doin Babee! Paris to |France, How ya doin Babee!
I got Ya Heart, Un Coeur, that boogaloogie, Madelaine, L-Opera, Chand da frickin E-llyses, that Belle Epoche!
C-mon CA-VA, with Me, C-mon CA-VA.
Inspecteur Maigret detecting my Crime. I smoked, drank too much Absinthe, partial to day-tripping to the Tourraine. So I got BUSTED, speaking Perfect French, sans Cell-phone-cute girlfriend, YSL -rive-gauche jonny depp-noir-whatever-wearing sang-froid stained calvin klein under-wear. Bloody Gendarmes, Les Closceaus!-gonna give me the Electric Chair sans VIN!!!...Pithy stuff on the Police Report. Naked with AN ERRECTION. The Papparazzi were disappointed. The river Seine...too cold.
So wha!
So Wha!
C-mon!
C-mon Ca-va!
GEE! And there is ME in St. Germaine Du Pres, intellectually masturbating, looking for Apolinaire-s ghost who died from his wounds from the First World War! Forgive Me. I-m looking for his ZONE. S-WHAT we Poetic Neophytes R S=posed to DO!
PARIS-MATCH!
...and your high degree.


c.2q020, davedelacroix, ourmaninfrickineurope,age 64.