Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Safety-Dance!

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Safety-Dance!

Dis-entangle your UN-toward SMILE, get with SCREAM your Mandrake root. Jump UP, DOWN, find the DEVIL in your feet. A SAFETY-Dance, a clickity-clack, that whoosit! If U don-t know how, U R probably worthless!

Dis-entangle your Pandemic-brew, that SWISH, that GIG, U on the Phone, that heaven,  your deep Well, that silence and the HELL that leads U to your Sticking Post... where-from U arrived without identity, roots, WEEDS, or some grotto where, ONCE, a Knight spoke to a fair lady. Her name forgotten.

Dis-entangle that WEB, that intrigue, that CONSPIRACY, the whispers, what should, can or BE. Like an Empire, its SECRETS -the Power that lasts so long, but only for a reason. And the Night is long that never finds the Day, so some say. That Safety-Dance that keeps U on your way.

c.2020, dave delacroix.Madrid.-Spain, boogie to Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I-M SO GLAD!...Prado Museum, Madrid, SPAIN.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I-m so glad. Pado Museum, Madrid, Spain.

The 2 Detectives, Raymond Chandler, would be happy seeing me sweating, or being GLAD. Everybody has a right to be ...to be glad. Where Innocence gets to peek-a-boo. So let me tell U a Story....

PRADO MUSEUM. Madrid-Spain.

First attempt, refused entry. I had a flimsy Backpack. PISS-OFF¬!

Second attempt, refused entry. Must buy PRE-paid Ticket!

Why...

COVID. Museum is jammed-pack, a Sunday. FREEBIE. Every Back-non-Packer showed Up. Cheap-ass Tourists!

Third attempt. Tried PRE-Purchase Prado-Ticket though ONLY YOU HOTEL ATOCHA reception bi-focal dude...He reminded me I had asked him twice before, suggested I should HIKE over there for a THIRD time...in the rain...and luck out for a Tourist-cancellation ticket., some Jacket-brat old enough to be my... probably lives on Internet-porn ....whatever. Viva-Espana. Spoke English with disdain. Looks like a Non-smoker!

FOURTH attempt at the PRADO....Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I just stay IN BED, order Room-Service. After all, aged 65, dying of CANCER, I get to hang out UPSTAIRS with GOYA, Velasquez, EL GRECO sometime soon. Figure Me and the Boys-ll get a-long just fine!....Ciao to ALL Afficiandoes!...Asta la Vista!

c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope,madrid, big town, spain, on my way to Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...COVID U Sucks!

 OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix....Spanish Moss!

O Spanish Moss will U come back to stay! O Spanish Moss, tomorrow-today! Leaving Me hopeless, tomorrow-today! O Spanish-moss will U stay. And through out the night... holding U tight, O Spanish Gal will U stay...

O Spanish Moss, in sway ...and SING, no class-attitude ring, hot-cross-buns, blah-blah-fish cakes! How do U protect your PENIS-VIRGINITY....an English-thingy...Throughout da nite, ridiculous-people in School-ties!

O Spanish Moss. I gotta VISA to MEXICO. Yorkshire PUB for a BURRITO...Maybe I got it XACACA., least ways, out of sight of the STANK, British, insidious= lost Well of Souls. HP SAUCE....Slime for the ANIMAL FARM.....Boris !!!..

O Spanish Moss. I am Old! But still KICKIN....!!!

c.2020, davedelacroix....Madrird.

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

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

Everybody got a SEASON, everybody got a NEW YELL. Everybody got a Poem, a Song or some way to say HOW YOU SHOULD GO TO  HELL. Everybody got a wise-crack, an IN-sight, a death-rictus smile when they pronounce your OPTIC, and bring your GUILT outside and  into YOUR eyes. OPEN-WIDE!

Everybody-s got a chance at a Smile. Everybody, ITS FREE, free to GRIN. The Sky, the Sun, the Beach, the Sea!!! All these things bout having FUN. Everybody got a shot at THESE, life-s bits and bobs. And WHO...amongst the Order of the Angels!.... I can-t hear your voice!...

Everybody-s got a LEAVE YOU ALONE when U promenade or sit at a table. Everybody got an  A LA CARTE, a pastiche, but ALONE. And everybody, to travel alone, no Internet, no cellphone, just oozing IN the cool-alone, everybody got, everybody got...alone in the Crowd! That Song U refuse to hear. And barely, accepting to share, cast before U on tomorrow-s tide.

c.2020,davedelacroix, madrid. Spainly on da plainly. ESPANA!

Our Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Manor House.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Manor House. 

DID U KILL THAT GAL JACK BRIGHT, did U kill that DAMSEL. Known to be out courting with...Did U kill that bella so sweet. Did you kill her.. in the Night.

Did U MURDER, did U destroy the love of your LIFE. AGONE! Jack Bright! Remember the NIGHT! Pots of Ale. Walking across the stream-bridge. Did U use a CUDGEL, did U have one WITH U, can U remember!!!...Drunk as U were!

DID U KILL or could be of  KILLING that Gal. She was sweet SALLY. The village Lassie. And oft to suspicion but no culprit in sight. Her scarf, her flowing dress in the stream, a Pre-Raphaelite-Rossaline, a bubble of air, her last breath that barely surfaced, drowned unto who!  Her Life-your SOUL!...Who murdered Who!

Jack Bright  now lives alone in a Government Council subsidized  House...Socialist-thingy. He-s old. Love-forlorn. Simple but fatigued. But ANOTHER old guy, Waldo Wright, self-contained. Lives in the Manor House. Gotta smile on his face. Plays the Lotto. Gets Salutes! Got Snake-eyes! Got his NAME on a Tankard at the Blue Boar Inn.

c.davedelacroix. 2020. Oct. Madrid-Spain.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Everything-ll be alright in Madrid, Part 2.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Everything-ll be alright in Madrid.

dedicato. 2 bright lites. John Hartman, Carol Aniello.

Nothing passes Greeds-Grasp when Inner-hunger yearns to mulch poetry or poverty like reptiles torn twix hunger and cowardice-reptile-voluptile, the kind U see in Hollywood....no napkins.

Nothing excretes better, more sublime than your best friend...in a Jam...a Lady Marmalade...who sells your Soul in the adjoining San VAL apartment for a Dime, a cold kiss, a line to the Paparazzi...

Suggestions! Ballet Dancing! A Life in the Boonies! Teach Mambo, Limbo, Fandango! Better still. Get outta DODGE. Everything-ll be alright in MADRID. Sword fencing an option. It-ll be alright in Madrid, maybe some day. OLE!!!

c.davedelacroix.  October-2020...ONLY YOU HOTEL, room 203, Madrid-Spain. 

Our Man in Europe...Our BRO in Japan, dave delacroix... It-ll be ALRIGHT in Madrid!

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... It-ll be Alright in Madrid.

dedicato. Borgia. Night-Guy. Only UI Hotel.

......Suffling-snuffa-jacks!!!...Blah-blah-Fish cakes! ENTRE-NOUS, twix u an MIO, less said the better, it-ll be alright post Barcelona. Cold at Night, blazing hot days. Breakfast too early, Dinner too late. ONE THOUSAND TAXIS await for your ECCO-consciousness. BELCHING POLLUTION.  How do U OLE your SENOR, for LIFE, in this high-heeled |Corrado...or SENOR....riding a SKEETER, zappin down  a STREETer in skin tight alleur...buzz-swizz. Hypnotized by your genetic devour!

Philosopher Rousseau... I sometimes THINK....Therefore, I sometimes AM.

Oh my snuffin-a-griping, m,y OLE, my MADRID, I sing of of my Madrid tonight. My despair. But I will be OK in this Madrid night. Where is the Voyage, that Ship, that Sea! It-s SINKING. I just threw shipmate Rousseau a PILLOW. Relax. It-ll be alright in Madrid!

JEEZE!!! Somebody just climbed onto my Hotel Balcony! Got a bottle O-Scotch too!!!

c.2020, dave delacroix. our man in europe.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....NEW SWITCH...

 

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

Twisting-sinew, BACK. accordion, PAIN and inter-twaian and...MEHOW!!!...the things that U cannot explain, Zsceh-Zech. Dont FORGET bout  our GIG in Capo St Lucas!

Swimming, completely NUDE-A-RUDI, la plate du jour a Paris. Do I Esquargo, or do U\comme ce va, ....do U chanson ma vie.

Cest Ca. POVERTY dans le Bois de Bonvilies....!!!.....Its a Jardin by the River, cest-possibly, where we Artistes meet.

WE MEET among the Seine, where Lovers refrain...in this CHATEAUX of your burning love....

c.davedelacroix.2020.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....5 Canzoni por la Ragazzi, 5 EASY PIECES.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... 5 EASY PIECES.

dedicato. Michael Durliat, Esq, William Houston, Esq., and Accountessa Carol M. Aniello.

1... NO WONTON My Love!...Menu for MURRRRRDER!

SUSHI GONE BAD. Happens! Frickin Blow-fish. Happens over-night. MURDER. Clean knives. EVIDENCE-in sight. DnD, Lost Kids N Found Detect Agy...on the Job...and the lost Japanese-kid Hizzarto, lost in L.A., trucked the Yellow-Brick-Hollywood... to kick OFF that TOKYO... like Bruce Lee. Got as far as West Hollywood where most Dreams Syonara faster than a Won Ton Soup on a weekend! Wish I could Karate more!!!

2... U Can-t Lose in Toulouse.;

U can-t lose IN Toulouse. BABY, we were born in that Song. And your ASS, like mine. And according to JUNGIAN whossit, we still dream. 20 years ago some School-gal kiss said THE BOYS all SUCK in Toulouse. I believed her. But maybe She was cute! YUP. Je returnee! So SHOOT ME!

3..... A RENDEVOUS.

A Rendezvous, a case  of U in A world gone tutti-pazzo! A Rendezvous, a case of U. Who, GUILTY, who, les Innocents, Masks on the Street. A silent SONG leading us into Tomorrow. A rendezvous, how do we chose that next un-certainty. Do U or I kill that inter-change, a station to station...What sould I WEAR!...See U a la Gare-centrale mon-cheri!

4... The GRIT.

It-s the Grit in your SMILE. That enigma. Its the Grit that pounds my fortitude into dust. Happens!. It happens once in a while. Station to Station. Icons-encountered. Once in a while U meet. No one HERALDS U. No passing Salute. That Royal-benevolence U sometimes encounter when U SERIOUSLY put on your SHOES, go see, and find out!...And encounter...As for your KISSES....

5.... THE KIDS R ALRIGHT!

Sorry bout mah KID chucking shit round at the Cafe, restaurant, dans le Bar. REFUSES to wear a MASK. Sorry bout mah KID who threw the ASHTRAY at U. HE-s been TESTED for ANTI-SOCIAL behaviour. HE-S hired a dozen LAWYERS, financed by his MOTHER. Apparently...true-enough...WE R responsible for the Covid-Pandemic. YUP! The Kid-s R Alright. But NO kisses tonight!

c.2020. davedelacroix. Auch, France. Oct. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix. The NEW CRY.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The New Cry.

R U READY for the OVERDUE cry, that Succubus that coils-slithers into your perspective. R U ready for that recognition. R U ready for that MAL-Control, that thingy-ma=gig, U thought U had it whole. R U ready for dat BIZZ-MAGOO, that washout, that TSUMANI. R U ready for that retribution-UN-intended, the disdained, the Crushed and all those little voices. R U ready to KICK your SOUL. R U ready, in an aftermath to re-arrange the Zodiac, put VENUS over MARS or will your JUPITER ensnare your inherent wishes...like a New Cry!

c. davedelacroix, Birthday, Auch, France.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Silently-Singing, Everyones gone to da Moon., tra la.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Silently-singing, Everyones gone to da Moon.

Silently-singing yet then again NIX.

 Everyone SMOKES in their room.

 And Church bells, ding-dang-ringing making it HOLY, for ya Mudders.

 Everyone got their own Zoom. Yup! 

And a heavenly CHOIR, no balls-drop, Angels-flutter. We try not to giggle but DO! 

And silently-singing, your satiation. Cos everyone Smokes in their room.....

...2nd act.

A bonjour a farewell, a Kiss-either way.An intercourse, a path to our Glory, a worship or a refugee. We Vote with our Feet and the next guest U meet bombed out by the missiles U paid for. Yo! And silently-singing I fade like U in Our disgrace.

And silently singing. It-s OFFICIAL. I-m not remotely IRISH, I do not have that Honour. But silently singing for Bobby Sands and the Boys in the H Block who Martyred their lives. Or stalwart Brits who Suicide in trench warfare gainst German brothers in Trench Warfare for Royalties-whim in green fields of France to deplete the Youth of towns I loved so well, silently-singing.

Silently-singing, my Love by my side. Never left me. Lucky guy. Silently singing, the mad-madding World. And all our Tomorrows to be sure to un-furl.

Silently-singing. What-s your name. Traveller-passing by. What-s your fame. Sing your Song! Or Graffiti your Mark. Scrawl your Name. Somehow, together, may we  travel into eternity.

c.davedelacroix, 2020, oct. AUCH-France.

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

 

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

WHO IS IT,  who that Dude in your Life. WHO the, that CREATURE U  imbibed. Who THAT, what IS ya THING. Who SEZ U dont Sing,.... Do U Sing... Tra-la=whossit. That Symphony who sez U dont Sing tonight....Wrapped in COILS, snuggly, and a SELFIE.. an Anaconda.

 That U. FRICKIN SMILE!!!...Slither. Over a Pint of Brew. Is it UN-en-wrapped in your own piano concerto. U in a Tuxedo! I shouldnt get so excited! Question-thingy.

WHO DAT, a man in black, a SHADOW who FEARS his own SHADOW because a SHADOW is all he GOT. Who Wrestles with Life=s ETERNITY but the REPTILE dosent understand in its Nano-Intrude. 

Allors! 

SNAKE EYES. Blank. Kill U. DONT kill U.I Strike! Or decide to re-model our Gig. PATHETIC KISSES. And Tip the Waitress. Not forgetting.

WHO DAT that eloquent, who dat KID who=ll wiggle Youth, get out what IS. And who, which-way DEMONS will fight for His or Her tangeant, leaving a Poem, a History, and a Note of Survival. 

Underpants forgotten in a Public wash-house dryer, History is dirty, diabolical, sometimes downright dangerous!

WHO dat KID you walked passed on the Street. Caught a Bus. Maybe someone U meet. Who that dude who screamed the same tune. Screaming on the Tube!0

c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Maltese Falcon.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Maltese Falcon.

That Transatlantic Bud U dare not ride, That 1950s Continental U will not fly, that Film Noir U cannot be a part of, that Detective, the  LAPD who will not solve the Crime, that Hollywood-Sheik who will authorize a Film Production, yet later, in a bathroom, slash his wrists but refuse to Cry. And the Cabbie, drove his Kid to a Cathouse and the Maestro who gave up his first Violinist to some NYC diabolical....all the dreams, a Maltese Falcon. The stuff DREAMS are made OF.

c.davedelacroix.

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

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, MADRID.

Everything-ll be Cool with the one U love or WITH. Everything-ll will work out fine. Any day or night, come rain or shine. Everything-ll be alright... in Madrid.

Everyone will Kiss U at the PRADO. Velasquez, El Greco, Goya will smile. Tapas and Rioja. Hitch UP ya panties, U will just scream, in OIL,  for joy or mercy. Most savants do.

Everything U  GOT is Yours. A Re-wind, a F-F, a PAUSE. Is it any wonder, battered, U hang on to your GIG-boys and girls never to SHARE. Puke-Mosaic on a Sunday!

There-s not much light in my room yet I Will mumble. And THERE was MIO with soooo much to say. OLE!!! Virgins in Media. Not a ONE!...And Gals go crazy bout a Sharp=dressed-Man!

Everything. Madrid. And all the Joy that Tomorrow brings! I know. I know. Everything will be, Guitar-Chord, Madrid got a tune, that TUNE, that forgotten Cell=phone, everything, that EVERYTHING that says Tomorrow is OK, entwined, and all our cool yesterdays, Madrid.

WHO if I cried out would hear Me amongst the Populous....or give a Monkey-s-Uncle!!!

Everything-ll be COOL, in Madrid. Get to speak ESPERANTO, become INVISIBLE. Giving my Smart-phone to the first GAUCHO I can find....Some days the WORLD or LOVE is in your hands..It-s a GIG.....and here is Wisdom....

Everything-ll be cool in Madrid.

c2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Menu for Murder. Cockoleekie Soup!

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Xockoleekie Soup!

Dead Broads don-t wear TARTAN. Everybody knows THAT cept Uncle Ernie, ya dog Trixie, but as....for HAGGIS.... Wee talking Bag-Pipes, Cockaleekee SOUP, getting HIGH on freezing to death on Scottish Highland moors, skinny-dipping in frozen LOCHS...in YA KILT, no Sporran!...And killing your CELEB L.A. Brentwood Village, next door to O.J.-s murder-platz, with a SKEE UN DU...old Bowie knife....wotchagonnaDO!

DnD, lost Kids and Found Detective Agy, lost for Lunch, plain out of domestic Scotch, Weed, Groceries, whatever but sometimes Crime-Celeb got talked into SYNOPSIS of the O.J. quagmire. Speaking into the MICROPHONE in Brentwood- murder--situ with foreign Scottish=Highland BBC Production Duet...THEY got distracted by the sound of Bagpipes next door. Whilst THEY fled in their homeophophbic-Kilt direction DnD sagged to his knees for a needy Smoke and greedily eyed the bar-patio-smoker-friendly Brentwood Plastic friendly hostelry AWAR the, er, boulevard jammed packed with Hollywood wannabees. Dreams of watered down Bloody Mary-s! It was a hot day.

Anyhow the Jacobyte-kilted Film Crew soon AW DAH NAE seeking his immediate counsel after a slaving 10  minute-lip smacking-salviating, not wishing to disturb the evidence, but some, whossit-filming... had righteously alerted 411, or 911, called the Cops in Bags, several Prowl Cars filled with part time REEL ESTATE Agents, and even DETECT SGT. Nalty, who NEVER appears in FILM NOIR under his own name  were spread-eagled on the scene of the Boo-ga-loo. And as is LAPD basic-retard Procedure everyone, including the Cafe-Bar Hollyhocks wannabees across the b.l.v.d  had to GET ON THE GROUND, PUT...dat...MARTINI...DOWN, quite enjoying acting out a Movie-Gig. Lots a giggles. But Sgt. Nalty spared Dnd. who for a moment felt like a Brentwood V.I.P. albeit a Peter Sellars...whatever THAT gets U.

A quick glance at the crime scene. DnD discreetly mentioned to Sgt. Nalty....incase he missed the obvious...the evidence. Bagpipes in the sink with 2 Guys in TWEED, a high end Loire vin blanc sur la table... One of the Highland dude  looking guilty. One bloodied in his nether-kilt-region and dead. And a cauldron of Cockoleekee soup atop a floating sausage-thingy on the boil! Heck! There were still some Leeks on the kitchen carving board!...

The ON THE RESTAURANT PROWL, L.A. film crew showed up but decided they couldnt use the footage.

c.davedelacroix.

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

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix// Eureka!

DONT stop traffic. LOS ANGELES/ Traffic-s what U got. U got NOTHING. No NYC sidewalk. Everything, U think,  passing you BY, L.A., Ventura, Highway-101, heading NORTH! People in MOTION.

Is that so hard. And everybody CLINGING to their big house, private yacht or some Cadallac...spell!... Auto,,, that U aint got. The insanity U want. And THREADS,  hipster gear, or a bag of Lentils-carry-on,  U only dream of or a wake up-YAZZ, a DWEAM....that gig U get to Protest, a Masturbation-Street! Poor Manhattan! Gimmie da Fizz////F-Scott.

 FOR but never  ado,  we get to DATE past your protestation. That Gal U saw once. In your face. But U never met!....She haunts! The HOLLOW and the GHOST! Your life. Ends UP on a SUNSET BOULEVARD placard. Pussy on SHOW. A sublime SLIT twix thighs and your genetic impulse.

 I am in Eureka, North California, sitting in the town square...tryin to bum a cup of Java, And Yo! The City is all mine! No-how. But some how. And I decide to be just  POOR and THINK .Sometime later I-ll tune my Guitar and the City is all Mine! It-s HOW U EMBRACE, its how U say MEE-HOW, Cantonese-hello. Maybe after Happy Hour...in L.A.....somebody ELSE picks up a Check, leastways here, I might find Love...

c.2020, dave delacroiox.

c.davedelacroix. Late night. Wearing a funny Hat. Eureka, N. California.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... KEEP IT.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... KEEP IT.

SO THERE I WAS thinking I-d found my SHRANGHAI in France. Maison-Vic-Fersensac, paid rent 6 months in advance CASH.....GERS... with the Artist ISABEL PESSOA married to JEAN DEBATTS, the latter who I now find is BI-POLAR NUTS, Alcoholic-INSANE, possibly by IN-breeding. Quite SENSIBLE when sober, but alas, SCHZOID after trois Vin Rouge. In need of a CATS-SCAN, possibly. 

3 Months ago I MOVED all my Bits and Bobs including Antique furniture, my Books, Guitar, my Knicks and Knacks to LE TULEURE, Vic-Fersensac, GERS., to find a PSYCHO-situation.....YES! I had visited before but now IN SITU, and age 65, looking for tranquility, peace, etc, found a NUT HOUSE, La Maison de VIC. And Psycho JEAn Debatts. Le Marquis!

ALAS, now garnering that previous House-Guests have been ARRESTED, received RESTRAINING ORDERS or NEVER WROTE BACK I am now PREPPED and cogniscent  to needing to ABANDON my worldly goods-old furniture, collectable books, private papers, a Tuxedo or 2.... The CON is complete!

I-m not Whinning. As OLD as I am. A WARNING. Late negative changes IN Life can arrive. As regards the above Information, probably costing MY Business $5,000....BEWARE. 

On a Happy note. Leaving U. I-m moving....sans belongings...to Belize.  Yo! Jeeze!

c,2020,davedelacroix, our man in europe.