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.