Our BLOKE in Europe, dave delacroix:"There goes my Moon."

 

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "There goes my Moon."

(dedicato: Carol Aniello)

There goes my Moon, there goes my moon. There goes my song, she skips along. An umbrella, in the rain. I'm too late to do the HOLLIES-60s Umbrella song refrain; there goes my Moon, it comes too soon.

 And in old Shanghai, sittin on a "Junk" with a bowl of rice just who will sing my song when, righteously we all-WAIL at DESTINY for all the reasons wrong or WHY??? Mans WAR-LIKE/GREED prevails. When do WE set sail!? (Somebody needs to dive deep for the anchor so we can get along?)

...And U can SWING ya "YO-YO" upside down and all your childhood TOYS: Stick 'Em in your mouth!!! Conker's/ Pebbles, a bikini on the rocks. The tide comes in or out. And yesterday is South.

There goes my MOON. There goes my Moon.  Something I cannot kiss. There goes my Moon. The one I never, mostly miss? She nursers her breasts in a coverlet waiting her while, she might stoop to vanquish, I still love my Moon. There goes my Moon. Loved. Yet I lost too soon.

c.dave delacroix. 2025