Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid. No. 10; REBECCA - Age 35

Our Man n Europe/davedelacroix/MILNO-FROID/No.10;  REBECCA - age 35.


Rebecca, who was well known for her flamboyant EVERYTHING; dress, debonair, Alfa Romeo and COCAINE, age 35, and easy on the eye, just passed away.

WE were not close but I was close enough to feel the CHILL of a sense of loss.

She DIED; who will remember?...
Certainly not her "close" friends; no-one, now, mentions her name.
SOME "close" friend is now wearing her favorite scarf.
Her - I guess? - ex-boyfriend has hooked up with some new Gal;
Rebecca's presence at several Cafe-bars...is unceremoniously usurped!

She came to my house, once. We "yakked", twix her incessant mobile phone calls?
She guzzled, elegantly, Campari & Sodas. And we socially kissed: 3 times,
as we DO in ITALIA. But we were not close, just People in the Scene,
and now, one less.
......Rebecca, aged 35.

c 2013/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Piacenza-Italy-in-June.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid No 8: FAT MARGOT

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid No. 8:  FAT MARGOT


Actually? "Fat Margot" (old pal from Montreal, Canada) has never been physically OBESE in her entire life! She's FAT, that is all. -with humor, vivacity, eccentricity and generosity; the  times I've tried to impede her dynamic, I cannot count?

"Honey?" -I say., "THIS is Piacenza, Italy. I ALSO busk-play guitar here on the Corso Vittorio Emanuele II (street), so PUR-LEEZE do NOT "tip" thee - so called? - BLIND GUY with the  SAD DOG  €100; give that €100 to ME!!!"
But "Fat Margot" is not to be dissuaded.
(I cry in my Vino!)

SHOPPING is the other thing?
"Honey?" -I say, "LET ME HANDLE THIS!?" -the "locals fleece her, as she knows NOT the Italian custom of "barter" (argue the price!). She blows €1,000 which "I" could nail down to €200!
What the hell? -it's ALL "fun and games";
whilst she stays at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/big screen TV).

 I introduce her to "the Usual Suspects", fave bar-cafes-ragaazi, the Palazzo Farnese, Ricci-Oddi Art gallery, Chiesa (churches) St. Sisto, Sepulcro, Brigitta and Margaritta (Doh! Wicked pen!) MARGARET AND RITA (whatever?), etc., etc.
THEN...groovy host that I am? ...I personally supervise her travel-tour-departure. I know a couple of local private pilots. They fly outta the local air strip.
No doubt, "Fat Margot" TIPS these fellas BIG TIME, as she private GS4 JETS down to Florence, Sardinia, or over to Venice? And, like a whirlwind, she's blusters out, and is gone...

...quite forgetting to pay the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/big screen TV) bill?
...But, for "Fat Margot"? -this one, I'll eat....:)


c 2013/june/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe (007)/dave delacroix/MILANO-FROID No. 007: "ZAI-JIAN" (Mandarin for "goodbye")

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid No. 7: ""ZAI-JIAN" (Mandarin, for "goodbye"...)


Zai-Jian, my Sweet, like an old broken, silent,  movie Star-in a world of "talkies"; new year morning's, no traffic, on a silent, Sunset Boulevard.

Zai-Jian! -this side of tomorrow; don't walk the streets of PARIS in the cold? There's no-one there except the ghosts of our LOVE; once so bold.

Zai-Jian, my Sweet, and all our Tomorrow's? -a time in Space and Time. We will never meet again; Zia-Jian, Zai-Jian!
But will you ever let my heart go free?


c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid No. 6: SWIGGY!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid No. 6: SWIGGY!


Swiggy S'Wailoh showed up at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per/big screen TV). He's a "cross-dresser" from CAPE TOWN, South Africa. I can't honestly tell you if he's, infact black or white? -best described as TWO-TONE, a.k.a.: "I've been riding a CAMEL with Bedouin pals 'cross the SINAI for 3 weeks...OR!...he fell asleep - after too many Martinis -  in some sun-tan lounge this side of TEL AVIV?
(I believe/CAN conceive both stories?) Anyways, he (SWIGGY), he's "dat kind'a Cat!":
If YOU have a black dog? HE has a white one.
...I happened to mention that BILL-BLIND-BILL (and me) had just published a "Samba" and, Swiggy - not to be out-done, immediately composed, insisting I publish, the following:

"I got NO dosh (cash)
I think your dad's a Cop?
I guess I'm on the run;
can we play Gin-rum
and have some fun;
burning down the house?"

(chorus, I guess:)
"Oh! Don't ya
want me? Oh! -don't ya care?"

(2nd verse:)
" I'm the ZULU dude
from old NATAL
bongo-ed to ma knees.
I'm the Swiggy dude;
I am all you need!"

........Swiggy - god bless him, doesn't let you forget. He hugs/glad hands everyone you know; HUGS the goddamn World! But before he travels on, like a lone wolf, he spies out-and pisses on every nearby tree and marks his spot.

PS: He left a travel bag full of Givenchy-Armani-Dior evening gowns: to where or to whom do I forward? ...None of them fit me!?...


c 2013/davedelacroix/June/piacenza-italia

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 6: "Is it really Wednesday?"

Our Man in Wednesday/davdelacroix/MILANO-FROID, No. 5:  ""Is it really Wednesday?"


(Authors note: I convey-publish songs/lyrics by my best pal, BLIND BILL who lives in East TEXAS, USA. Here is another one of his songs, disgracefully IGNORED by the LUNATICS who rule NASHVILLE, Tennessee; if U want a second opinion? -talk to JOHNNY CASH!)


"Is it really Wednesday?"

FIRST VERSE:

Is it really Wednesday?
(We don't know?)
Someone SAID
it was Thursday?
(We don't know?)
Could it be Friday?
(We don't know?)
And just WHERE the "frick"
is last year's snow?

SECOND VERSE  (...of: "Is it really Wednesday?")

Is it really Wednesday?
(We think it is?)
Is it the day before Thursday?
(We ALSO think it is?)
Is this a LEAP year?
(We don't know.);

...I DO BELIEVE
 it's Wednesday;
 but where the "frick"
is last years snow?..


c 20\3/davedelacroix/this side - with Blind Bill - on this side of paradise...:)

Our Man in MILANO/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid, No 5: "Samba".

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 5:  "Samba"...


Give me wine in a BOX.
Give me some MEAT on a stick?
Give me AMORE;
and pour it on thick.

Give me your kiss
when U smile? And DON'T
forget me on Tuesday,
Wednesday: OR?
-for ever-more?

Give me some KID
on the Street?
-who's strumming that BEAT!
Don't stop singing your Song:
I am at your feet?

Give me wine in a box.
Give me some meat on a stick?
ACT like a STRANGER
 like we just met (BAP-BAP-BADOO!);
Act like a Stranger;
like the first time we met...



c 2013/davedelacriox/lorde borgo/tuesday? -I dunno?/piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/MILANO-FROID No. 4: The Maltese Peacock.

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/MILANO-FROID, No. 4:  "The Maltese Peacock"...

(dedicato: Jan-Michael Vincent)


 The Maltese Peacock:  Part 1:


My name is DAVE BLADE, Esq. (Private Dude). I'd tell ya 'bout my LIFE; better still? -I tell ya 'bout the dead brunette on my office-sofa floor?
We'd just had sex. I went to wash my "hands". On my return? She was stone-cold, Moriarty! -9mm. bullet thru the head!
...Obviously, I wasn't firing blanks;
but I SWEAR .. "on a stack!",
I was in the bathroom when this murder went down....?
THEN!...some HOBO with a feather in his hat
 (LOOKED MALTESIAN),
 fell thru my Private Dude/film noir,  office door.
He had a chest wound and fell dead on the floor, too;
'longside the brunette,
and despite having just had SEX with the dead gal,
it was TIME to take off my Fedora,
chain smoke - profusely - and
wonder  just what tale I'd tell
to SGT. NALTY down at Cop HQ/LAPD!?...:

..."Wrongful homicide/shooter was gunning for
MALTESIAN dude/I was actually IN the washroom
shampooing my dick/dead MALTESIAN shows up,
ERGO: Dead sex partner; mistaken I.D.???
JEEZE! I need a LAWYER.
(to be continued...)

The Maltese Peacock:  Part 2

Out on BAIL... for a DOUBLE MURDER,
"Dave Blade, Esq". (Private Dude) am suddenly
"personno-no-gratoo", which is LATIN
for: "GIVE UP THE PEACOCK, or your money's no good!"
-Every HOOD in L.A. is on my trail
and - for the life of me? - I can't get a table
at Spagos, Granitas,  OR Manuels Burrito City
down on PICO!!!!
Frick it, I say. (Don't quote me)
Still? I'm stuck - as it were? -
in PASADENA -
with a double - film noir - MURDER.
And, to boot? Some Goliath,
(probably from MUSCLE BEACH-big pal
of the GOVENATOR),
shows up/trashes my ZIP CODE
and wants me to find his "ex-wife"
WANDA; some floosie
from Pismo beach
who's  "done a bunk"
and married a Bank Account?
 -The "lonesome" beach house, incidentally,
perched atop of a BIG SUR cliff,
PLUS triple-murders, comes later?
(to be continued...)


The Maltese Peacock:  Part 3:

HOPE STREET, in downtown Los Angeles,
is aptly named.
I'm (Dave Blade, Esq./Private Dude),
chugging coffee, BOURBON and ice cream).
My nerves are on edge, my Fedora's O.K.;
then in walks LOUIE-LOUIE packin' a 9mm!!!
I do the BOO-GA-LOO,
make a "Citizen's Arrest"
get COURTNEY, the courtesy
 cigarette-Tray gal -  in the pink Tu-tu -
to RESTRAIN HIM
whilst I telephone SGT. NALTY
down at HEADQUARTERS
of the LAPD!

So far? I think I may be out of the LOOP.
An illusion? -probably.
...The stuff Dreams are made of.

(to be continued...)


c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Piacenza/italia...:)