Our Man in Europe, daqve delqacroix....Good at Games.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GOOD AT GAMES.

dedicato. marc pierson. 

The All Best Man, Sublime. The Dude. Cricket. WHITES. Led the RUGGERS, ICON, some Kid, Nine-o-side, rolled his own cigarette, one-hand, spelled things WROTTEN, my Brother. My School Boy Hero. Good at Games.

THEE DUDE, best dressed. House-Boy! SCHOOL BADGE, gals-swooned. I got some feline left-overs. Pussies in the grass... and who have THEY now married. The Plumbers, the Carpenters. And IF I was a Carpenter...and U were a Lady.; and I, just to BE a Carpenter...I could wish.

Last heard my HERO, DEAD, busted-FRAUD, killed his Gal, or MADIOFF-fraud. 

OWSATT!!!...or something. That Summer gone. Good at Games. Good at Games. And WHO cries out for Yesterday-s promise! Pat-a-pat, Tennis bowls prevail.

The ALL Best Boy, THAT Queen-Virginia ,,that promise which resounded your conscious, either way, but made U fly! And where are they now. My words are worthless. But good at Games.

c.davede;acroix....chateuaux-suisse, 2020,oct., good at games.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MOJO-GAL.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MOJO-GAL.

 DO U GOTCHA, workin MOJO

do U got ya JOB on Monday

do U got your PERIOD

Is it a COVID issue

or is it that grain of sand, your inner-Quartz.

Do u got the 10.15 to Paddington,

Out of Westchester, N.Y.,

or St. Cloud, gay Paris.

Will U see HER on the train,

floral dress,

the stockings she showed U last night

or that INCIDENTAL Mojo

the One U forgot about.

IS it U or IS it HER

that drives U to despair

whenever U turn around

and SHE-s not there...

c.2020., davedelacroix. Chateaux-suise, GERS, France.

BLOGSPSPOT.com NERD CATASTROPHE.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix...Pretzel Logic.

 

OUR MAN in EUROPE...dave delacroix,.. Pretzel Logic!

i woZ DAH DUDE.

 I was that KID. 

I was that Rebecca-Killa,

 somebody said her name was BILL.

 Yo, I killed Bill.

 Detectives told me So.. 

My REAL name is MAURICE, I I I, 

come from POCHATAHONAS....South-side,

Song ends. Lets go with  Stream of C.....

I was that BITCH. Pardon mah PERM. I know. U Know, This I LOVE LUCY aint gonna  get Me outta Jail. And YOU just like a Soldier, a SARGEANT, maybe Officers Club. Pardon ME if I Sing a Song  bout U Being Cool. I killed da Bitch. What else, U Mutts!

I did NOT run that RED LIGHT, U Boy-s got nuttin to do. I-mah black Jazz Singer in a White Cadillac, flower in my hair, a SIREN for you BO. Our Gal in Europe, our Boy too  I was the Dude, I was the KID, somebodies Rebecca...an I still love U.

And then It all became a MOVIE till the MONEY ran out. Keep a SMILE. Hollywood has many more UN-heralded-genius Gravestones. Right NOW, U just got to visit....Jeeze. Ya didnt bring Pretzels!!!

Are they...in TEXAS...really gonna FRY MY ASS in the Chair..... Was that Bitch WORTH my Life!....

.c.2020, davedelacroix.....Don-t MESS with TEXAS.

This is a Movie Poem. 

OUR man in EUROPE, dave delacroix...Ring-a-Ring-A-Roses!....Nursery ryhme.

 

our MAn IN eUROPE, ATISHO!!!....we ALL fall....

dedicato. YOU!!!

Ring-a-ring a-roses, Jackets filled with Poses. Credit-Cards, PLASTIC-Vomit. Catch a Cold. The World in Hysteria. LA PESTE. A Covid Waltz...in Parliament Square.

Ring-a ring a DOOBIE, Pin-stripe-enathema, Saville-Row. Where Cockroaches grow. Gieves N Hawkes, where HAWKS tear BITS off UN-royalist-fashionistas, Sloane Square detritus. Samuel Beckett at the Earl-s Court Theatre. ME in RAGS on the Kings Road! In the Cutting Room.

Ringa-a-ring-a ROSES. Lancaster or Yorkshire. Must haVE BEEN A biggie....TO PLAGUE BEFORE working folk....BEFORE THE plague, lA pESTE,,,ECHOES now to our COVID-TEEN and our collective ...weird....TAXES-POTENTIAL. Slavery has NOT gone. In a Mental Sweat Shop. The One U forgot about. Is your DAUGHTER working at MCDONALDS!! Or sucking some PAKIS DICK in a terrace house in Glasgow-Scotland!

Ring-a-ring-a Roses, a Pocket full of Posies. Attisho, attisho! WE all fall down.

c.2020, dave delacroix. .....I specify Muslims-PAKISTANIS because so many OF THESE pEOPLE IN THE u.k. HAVE BEEN prosecuted FOR sEXUAL-sLAVE-lABOUR WITH uk WHITE kIDS...

c.2020, dave delecroix.....Is MINE working at TACO BELL. And just WHY R people EATING away from HOME.....Bring Back the Family Dinner!....methinks. for love.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Bernie Maddoff...Can U get a Witness!

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Bernie Maddoff...Can U get a Witness!

CAN U GET A WITNESS to the LOVE U found. Can U get a SELFIE, keep it round... and does SHE-HE love, U like just TO BE loved, can U get a WITNESS, this time!

Can U get a MOVIE where U WIN. Can U Be the HERO, the Kid, the FIN, and can U maybe SPIN some line and make Shakespeare lookin all so LAME, can U rise above the flames of IN-famy!

Can U get a Witness, doubtless, nobody cares...one of those altruist gigs, the MONEY disappears. Can  U UN-entwine the Coils of that Reptile Hissing in your Ear.

Can U get a WITNESS...CHORALE!...when U R on your own. Family and Friends desert U, no, YOWSA-smart phone. And when the Internet dies for U you show up arrested....on U-Tube.

Can U get a WITNESS. Yup. On Order. Can U get a  Witness. Folks in SHANGHAI-CHINA got your Monkey! Can U get a Cigarette....hopin for a Cool Jaoler! Can U GET a Witness! 

c.2020, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroixm Apres Francois Villion. Post-Frank!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Apres Francois Villion- Post Frank!


WHERE R THE SNOWS, U Bastard, of Yesteryear! Ou Sans les Neige, d-antan, and how come Roulette shows up Black when I bet on Red. ANSWER THAT U MUTHER, or should I be overcome by pastoral thoughts, gals in floral dresses dancing in a sunny meadow....OK. Ya got Me.

Where R dem dang SNOWS of yesteryear. Ice-caps melting, the AMAZON....forest.... BURNING. Whilst AMAZON.com, making zillions of BUCKS...but not SAVING their Namesake!
....echo, echo, ELON MUSK turning God-s night sky into a Las Vegas NEON.

Where R the Snows that fell last year. I met my Gal outside of the Sorbonne UNI-Paris in the snow. We didn-t have much money. Local Kurdish fella at the mini-market filled up our grocery bag. We must have looked pitiful. He threw in a Vin de Table. I wanted to thank him but he got on his knees. MECCA.
U looked SO good in your red scarf. She said to Me.

Where R the snows, Ou sans les neigh, that PULSE-power=guitar which sends us ALL to Nirvana. Well...

I just don-t know. But, if its not in our GRASP it may BE in our PERSONALITY. It don-t get me anywhere with my Gal but its one of those CONCEPTS that might come along. VOILA! Where R the Snows my Friend, of yesteryear. Ou sans les neigh dantan.... Regardez!!!  In the Palm of your hand...


c.2020. dave delacroix, vic-fesensac, GER, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Go BLOW your Horn.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Go BLOW your Horn.

I was wearing TWEED. maybe PLAID, could have been PIN=stripes, SCHOOL UNIFORM, come blow ya Horn! Or maybe I was RASTA, maybe I was MOSQUITO-TARGET, pink skinned, getting punctured by ATTITUDE, that Class-system U learn in a BRITISH Schoolyard. Make fun of a name, make FUN of mine-yours-his/ KEEP EVERYBODY DOWN. That-s WHERE it STARTS ...in ENGLAND. S-why every BRIT has an ATTITUDE. That-s WHY their Humour is OBTUSE. It-s not about THEM. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! It-s SCHOOLYARD TERROR. They live in Social FEAR. Their APOPLEXY is EMBARRASSMENT. That-s just the boys. How do the GIRLS entwine....Keep walking!.... KEEP your HEAD down less you want Social-Canabilism in the Schoolyard. A girls CAT-FIGHT....U don-t wanna know. The NEXT War, U just send the GALS. Meanwhile. No Comprehensive School Teacher will intervene...Schoolyard fracas... unless DEATH is reasonably  imminent. Yet, tout allors! A CORKY-BALL thru the Cricket net kills a 14 year old girl in her school-uniform! This might be an issue,2020-Internet, but in  1968 a tad late for the U.K. Summer of Love at SWALLOWNEST-ASTON HIGH SCHOOL, West-Riding, Yorkshire=U.K... A Nobody. A 14  year old Virgin kid. Somebodies FLOWER! Sent to a Comprehensive Country School.  Poor Gal, nameless, was whisked out, dead and buried before me and the Lads got to the Smoking-Shed in England-s green and pleasant fields....where, as COUNTRY school kids DO, enjoy the delights NO CITY school kid dweller can hope to fantazise! Still.Dead Sister, sort of. The SUBJECT  popped up once in a while whilst we were enjoying the splendour in the grass. I was organziing, outside my  RUGBY TEAM  doobie-doo, a 5-a-side Footer thingy. Another Gal drowned in the local lake. 2 Kids blew themselves UP with an old Car-wreck withFireworks. I guess that took the HEAT off the School to answer for a wayward Cricket Corky Ball! Yo. Better blow ya Horn!!!.....YO. Bout Time! I never knew her name!...

c/. davedelacroix, age 64 and counting. It killed my Interest...in Cricket.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroic... DEATH loves a Crowd.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... DEATH loves a Crowd.

dedicato. Marie-Anne and Natashia, Barkeeps at Barataclau Cafe, Vic-Fesensac, GERS, France. 

DEATH LOVES A CROWD. Death loves a crowd! There-s no rhyme nor reason, nor YOU in your IN-between, your UN-see-ing U, YOU....your initial UN-caring. And where-s mah Phone! Where-s mah GIG ...like FUNK and FUNKERS, we believe, we prevail. A-la Funk and Funkers.

Death loves a Crowd. A Crowd Hugs, Brotherhood-Sisterhood, a kiss, an ETERNITY of YOUTH. That ZODIAC, that COOL that Thrills the MYTH of Life-s bountiful destiny which wets Virgins, gives a Boner to the Farmer Youth, that hoho... le je nais cest quoi or the Fashionista who MUST Promenade! Yikes! DEATH loves a Crowd. And WE beseech HEAVEN!!!!...Just HOW do U STOP KIDS WANTING TO BE COOL.....their God-given Right! ...and like their forebears, OURSELVES,  who RAVED all night!

Death loves a Crowd. Death will pick us OUT. WE ...who are now dying, slowly, in cold-judgement of our Children-s aspirations. Guilty of WANTING, like Ourselves in Yesteryear, of just wanting to be Human and to be Cool. To be COOL. And HERE, here in Western Europe. That BLOODIED CARTOGRAHER=S Chart, History attests! DEATH loves a Crowd. Death loves a Crowd. Maybe, think back, it was always So. We have long since murdered our Angels. We Funk and Funkers!...Did WE ever CARE!!!

Death loves a Crowd. But Youth and Love...prevails, and let it BE.

c.2020. dave delacroix. Vic-Fesensac, GERS, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Libra Domini.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Libra-Domini...

dedicato. Shirley Williams. U.K. Politician.

SO THERE I WAS at the Bus Stop without an Umbrella. Maybe in Crosby-Liverpool. As good as Start as Any! Pissin down with God-s tears.  Or has HEINE, German Poet would say...WHO, ASS-locher! If I cried OUT would hear me...Bunch of Faggot ANGELS. A telescope to England or Blackpool-s Golden Mile.

Being RE-tarded English I kept a stiff Upper lip. A something from the Battle of Britain when College Boys burnt to death in Spitfire cockpits, ignored before, then later  worshipped. I don-t Judge. Faggots, Angels, Me, You! 12 O clock High!

Or CUDGELED with Bayonet. old Yorkshire Rifles, lance-sword, Crecy-Agincourt-CANNON for SOME King-s FODDER, less WE forget. The Unknown Soldier. The Old Tin Hat. For WHAT and WHY did WE go, let-s NOT GO again. I just invested in a Summer-s Mosquito-spray!

I gotta thorn in my Shoe. Don-t bug me about it. And THIS PUPPY will not BUG U. Libra-Domini. Let us join our hands, enjoy our Homeland and OUR Righteous Blue. And IF I can help...Libra-domini....I surely will. I surely will. And TRY to pick UP the TRASH of Yesteryear.

c/2020. davedelacroix, france.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....DAT GAL U Loved.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... DAT GAL U loved...


SO THERE I WAS in COVID-CITY resisting Masturbation, GREED, and all the OTHER CARDINAL SINS....Headmaster, back then,  said, IF U PLAY WITH IT...IT-LL fall OFF....and here We R today. EVERYTHING-s.............fill in blank.........So I-m constantly listening to Al bowlly, DUDE-SOUNDTRACK FROM the Kubrik, The Shinning, the movie,  BALLROOM scene.
yA-KNOW, SOMETIMES i THINK i GOT IT NAILED DOWN like a Werewolf in London/ STAY ON THE FRICKIN PATH yet there-s little guidance. GRRRR!!!!.... I was once a Boy Scout. U-d think I-d BE PREPARED. Am I Shouting...U-betcha.
A Case of Beer.
A Crate of Vin-Rouge.
Lottsa SMOKES.
Ham and Cheese Baguettes.
A Song in your head.
And memories, turn-off-turn ON, turn OFF... bout that Gal U once loved! Staying ON the PATH...and being Cool. Sometimes a tall order!


c.2020. davedelacroix, Vic-fesensac, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... The School Maam.

 OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix... Thje School Maam.

YA GIG a Boog-a-loo  ...IZ ya Gig da WORD, dat defunct, that lonesome DEFUNCT that Homones crave ,this side of Homo-logic ..in a Party Dress and Patent Shoes. An Effeminate Poirot Detective, sniffing Gender-UN-desirables sans Bank Accounts-Breeding. How do U PISS, encapsulated in your Ambitious Divinity...Like as NOT U never went to the right SCHOOL, certainly not IVY-LEAGUE, and now not even fornicating with a DISASTER but U HAD to RnR with Someone. And after a Season in abject HELL U gave UNTO your Floral-skirt LIFE. A School-Teacher.

Decades later U see your PEERS starving on the FOOD LINE. Ya Gig-a-boog-a-loo!

c.2020. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe. dave delactroix.... The WALLS of JERICHO.

Our Man in Europe...The Walls of Jericho.

dedicato. Golder Meir.

DISTILLATION of TIME, Old Man-s BAR, Nothing, much DOING, Old Man-s Crew, Old Tunes jukebox playing, nobody STIRS except someone-s HOUND at a Wolfhound-s howl at a packet of Peanuts! \There-s Ya Mojo Babee, SOMEHOW... IT IS. Dogs in the hall.
LONG LOST HEARTS IN AN OLD MAN-S bar IN FRANCE, u.k., OR usa, ITALEE-AH! Old Man-s STAR,  Old Man-s NEON, flickered!! Into a Universe of FORGOTTEN. Ladies in our Dreams! War-Veterans clinging. Dead Comrades!
Farewell MADNESS, Ariverderci Napoli, Bonjour Treistesse, GOODBYE to all THAT from your  Comfort Zone-s  Tapestries of yore, dis-integrate, history-revised and STATUES destroyed, invisibly, from UN-recorded Jericho Walls.///A BLM for the Illiterate! The Walls of Jericho. And a distillation of History, And that THINGY.... Time. TIME.
WHO reads a BOOK! Who counts a Dime! Do you FEAR Tomorrow! As for Caesar-s Tribute!
And a distillation of TIME, a cauldron-emancipated, swallows our Mortal Rental.

c.2020. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Mississippi-UK.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Mississippi-UK.

dedicato....Too many.

I gotta Mississppi when ISLAM Man quit puttin WOMAN in a BAG, small-small-dick  SEXUAL=FASCISTS, Small=Dick-Syndrome. Islamic-boog-a-loogie, U stay on home. YA GOT A Misssiippi in your hair, perhaps. LOW-LIFE Islamic-Soccer-Hooligan Scumbags were ALAWAYS the ENEMY. In History...they MADE SLAVES of CHRISTIANS. U gotta Mississippi! WAKE UP!!!

I don -t Play Cricket, nor was I  Sodomized in some English Public School. Don-t have Political connections, That NUMBER TEN ANAL DOWNING STREET cool, just Mississippi, that rolls along in whirlpools and rhetoric that equals a Song of Ineptitude. Amazing! Passing Advise...but not LAWS. Just WHERE Masturbation ends. Boris...

I got a Mississippi, MY LAND, S=posed to BE MY COOL. Black, Tan, White, my GIG. A Pandemic, a Nation=s Blues. And at the end of the GIG, do I get a SAY or like LUDITTES tear down the MACHINERY of your CLASS IMPOSTURE!...Speaking of which. Have a Nice Day!/////...I gotta Mississippi TOO!. 

I gotta Mississippi of Thought, of Sadness. I gotta Mississippi of Stress, of POVERTY. Food Stamps. Buying Toothpaste for THE KIDS... And I didn-t plan on this.

c.2020. davedelacroix. 

c.2020. dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Big Wednesday Blues.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Big Wednesday Blues.


SO DO U KNOW the way to San=Jose...in a Pandemic.  DO U MASK your Strut down Main Street, Strip Malls now closed, the loneliest Ville, LOS ANGELES.
DO U KNOW the way to STOP DROWNING when U R faced with everyone=s MASKED face, no Ducats to be found. Guitar out of tune.
L.A.is a great big City. Lose ya Credit-Card on a Saturday Night! And IF U think U R Pretty, maybe a SHOW on some Suburban Cable TV Jive. HECK!!! U-ll wish U went BACK to Minnesota! And DON-T sell the Pontiac! It-ll get U home!
...Do U know the WAY to San Diego, La Hoya, some SURF ya never seen. Do U know the way to your NEIGHBOR. Chances R, she-s chizzling, like U, at the Big Wednesday fame U crave.

c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JAMAICA INN.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JAMAICA INN.


The last coffee, the Succubus, THAT, I ain thingy got LAID, that-see U some day like MIO give a Shit, broken-bitch, failed-fashion, the kind of YA when YOU get old, No boogaloo, No Dick, No Rasta, No Credit Card, the last coffee, No Politic, No-Hoper, No Highway-fund , not loaded with ATTITUDE-loser British PUB. Ya gotta wonder how they lasted SO long...Gals still lookin for a heartbreak!...Cornwall-Tweedies, Cultural-defunct Smugglers, where-as in days of yore they made it happen, blow, blow U Wind!...lookin for a Jamaica Inn!...A=Singing!


c2020.dave delacroix. Residing in Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SELF PORTRAIT-2020.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SELF PORTRAIT-2020.


It AINT no Mystery, I got NO place to go
No Boogaloo, no place I call home
been travellin SO long
You might feel so.

It AINT no YOWSA, I got NO place to go
I aint Up or Down
aint in the middle of U know where,
and it AINT No bad-boogie,
just where I find my self just so.

Yo! It aint no boogie-woogie, dog-faced=
or hound dog, Honey child
cos I leaved sweet Sheba
then took to drink and then went South
and it AINT no mystery
just why she threw me out.

So  I-m standing on the corner
U just ask me WHY
So I-m fixing to bust a move, someplace
and HOW.


c.2020. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... La Lune Magnificent.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... La Lune Magnificent...


Bienvenue, Wilkommen, Benvenuto, and Fuck U too. I might-a got a Job  in a Hotel, a Blazered receptionist., my Kid advised it but I was too deep in CULTURE to deal with Tourists. U know how it goes. SKYPE is for the Un-forgettable Weasels, like Mosquitoes. Do U, like your last-love throw=away, do U write an Epistle and MEANTIME....say JUST SO is SO! Or let me introduce U to a Bordello!...which I would.
HELLO-YOURSELF. Haven-t see YOU since MALIBU. Still grifting, selling Surfboards sans FOAM. Yup. That 38th signed print of some obscure Frog Artist. And it-s IN your Wheelie-bag, rolled-up pour display. Head on down to the SAVOY mon-ami. Hope U got a VISA!
Airports are funny places for Comraderi .....yet more Stupid!...
Blah. And the rising Moon over the Areodrome. G4s taking off and landing. Who-s the Executive...
Confusing. Isn-t it. The Fog of Love!

Enchante Isabel. La Lune magnificent.....I see Stars in your eyes!

c.2020, sept. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... 2020-Dining, a la Carte.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... 2020-Dining, a la Carte.


EXCUSE ETERNITY...Sorry bout dah Kids chucking shit around at the Cafe, Restaurant, Bistro, dans le Bar. Flagrant Gal with Tatooed slumber-dude says Sorry bout the KIDS who threw the Ashtray at U, table to table...see, when WE were BREEDING there wasn-t a I.Q. Breeding requirement. We just fucked with abandon. And 3 Horrors later we need a break. When WE go out with Kids YOU gotta deal with it. WE don-t have a Clue. Hope YOU don-t mind. Maybe we blame it on the Pandemic. Hope So. Not OUR problem. How=s the Calamari!.... TWINK and Gone!


c.davedelacroix, chateau-suisse, song of songs.