Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "VERLAINE."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Verlaine


(dedicato: Charles Baudelaire & Jean-Luc Goddard, both Poets; the latter had a Camera.)


"Dead beat, on Desperado,
some OTHER Mother's Son;
Beat or DEAD
(Pick him UP!?) Save Him!
Hand him...TO DA MAN!?
As the Violins of Autumn, ya frickers,
piss-off my heart.

-On Rodeo Drive, L.A.,
Fashion Avenue, N.Y.C.,
or in the Bois de Boulogne
with "Une Anale legume"
up his Ass, looking sad,
no Councillieri!!!
As the Violins of October
piss off my Heart.

A Gypsy song: Gaetana Canzone,
a tarantella, a dirge, a Psalm
or words from the Bible,
for U, a lullaby, Monsieur?
Crack a smile! Or
RE-RACK your Skeleton;
November's Violins
will rake men apart?

Who the Poor boy, Prostitute,
Gal or BOY!
"Perché la ragazzo?"
DOUBLE PENETRATION
in your Insidious game?
"C'mon un petite?"
December's Violins
kill me again?

On YOUR doorstep,
deadbeat and desperate;
the Desperado's last BREATH,
kissin' your Valet's' shinny shoes:
on the steps of your Palais?
On the STEPS where U walk?
A Violin. A Season. A Walk.
And I sing...of Verlaine without voice.



c2017/feb/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DOCTOR "NO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Doctor "NO"!



Wanna SEE your Lost Kin?
Wanna SEE World Peace?
Wanna GET that GOLDFINGER, OUT
from under your SKIN,
want that 2nd Face-lift,
want that "Joie da Vie",
wanna KNOW which way
the Wind blows;
Go "consult" with DOCTOR "NO"!?

FEEL love of Youth? Got TEETH!?
Be an OLYMPIAN or die, rest in Peace?
Say WHA!? Don't wanna grow OLD?
Consultation: DOCTOR "NO!"

And in repetition:
Want RICHES, every Gal
in Town; Las Vegas, Monte-whassit? -TIME,
to come around?
And WANT that "OMMMM!" of Tranquility
a kind of "Big Win?";
Get that Goldfinger
from UNDER your SKIN? Or, finally,
LOSE, get da Blues,
be COOL? -Doctor "NO!"
on your Secret Service..

......On your MOST Secret Service, Doctor "No!"
And, "Morte": Licenced to "Chill.".




c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Dead Fucks on Rye."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Dead Fucks on Rye."


YELLIN' : THIS ain't no Disco
this ain't NO party
GOIN' UNDERGROUND!?
DIZ ain't No Immigrant
NO DAVE, no LOST SOULS?

This AIN'T no FEVER
No Influenza;
Catch a Wise-Man Blue?

Dis ain't NO DISCO
No History, Sad Guitar,
no PIECES, no JIG-SAW
no Councilliari
this ain't NO WORTHY;

Man and WOMAN
is Woman and Man!?
(Tell that to the ALLAH?)

Howlin',
This ain't NO DISCO
(Goin' for Truth?)
UNCLE SAM!!!!!!
Philosophy: "Dead Fucks on Rye, hold da Mustard."

DIZ ain't no Diz,
this, Nobody's Child
Stuck at the Airport,
bags, and your last dime?
Who re-pays,
who pays
a phone call away
in FASCIST grip
that Umbilical snip
of Life
DEAD FUCKS on Rye,
babies cryin'...
and hold da Mustard.
HUMMIN: This ain't no Disco. This ain't no FOOlin' around?



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO Esq., Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Sweet Geraldine."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO/ "Sweet Geraldine."



(dedicato: Dave Adams (County Blarney) ....He's with the EMAN CULT in London)


OOO Sing of your Heart, OOO sing of Tomorrow, my love, my heart, in the bay of your Love, O Geraldine? OOO sing of your Family, your Brothers so Cool...but there's a Great white shark, in the Kelp, amongst U, O' Geraldine?  (Ask those family rascals!?)
OOO Sing of the FREE, or Brother's IN JAOL, writing Songs; tears, never fail? I found me a new Suit, I wear it so cool? But, it's, to my way of thinking, Irish Gal, somethings coming after?
OOO Sing of your Heart, OOO Sing of Tomorrow, my love, my heart, in the bay of your Love, O Geraldine, a bottle of wine, sweet Geraldine?



c2017/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ LORD BORGO/ "GARIBALDI"!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Lord Borgo/ "GARIBALDI!"


(Caligerio)


WE gotta run! WE gotta ride? We got to get to the Other Side: So we ride, like the Wind, to the OTHER side!! And WE've got such a long way to GO, NAPOLI, or MEXICO: (such a long way to go?) So we will RIDE like the wind (help/Auito, ragazzi?), gonn'a ride!
And We've  got such a long way to GO, Italiano! Torino, Milano, Venieza?
(Singing:)
I gotta RUN, I gotta RIDE, I gotta think 'bout the OTHER side, so I ride, I ride like the Wind: And I got such a long way to GO, Firenze to Napoli?... YO I ride like the Wind; I ride like the Wind?...

And when it's OVER, are WE in clover; do we mangeria, vino, smoke tobacco? And when it's OVER can we go fishing on the Ocean?
We're BORN to run! We gotta Ride? We got to get to the Other Side? And we've got such a long way to GO: China - Russia - Argentina? - So we RIDE like the Wind, like the Wind......


BA-BA-BA-BA: We ride like the Wind.



c2017/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO Esq./Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "CHICAGO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "CHICAGO!"


(dedicato: George Clooney, Esq. and William Butler Yeats.)


(Singing:)

....Waxin' your SURFBOARD in Chicago, Illinois, don't pre-amble.  U from Wisconsin, Minnesota Virginity, Winter, without No' Jesus? WotchagonnaDO when U move to Colorado...Mind-surfing, or hit the waves,  ROCKS, off the Maine coast, or California, the waves of BIG SUR, a spray for your mind? Splash! Or Splash?

She loved U in Green Bay University, she DUMPED U at the Truck Stop?...
Real Guys don't dump Gals at Wisconsin  Truck Stops, but it's catchin' on?
And it don't mean SHOUT if we piss in our PANTS; bad DICK, we AIN'T goin' out or CRANKIN UP our 18-Wheel-Wheeler without a reason? Fain, that we should be loveless?...

NOBODY complain. And all dem Gals, loved, married, or gone? The Bar, since they built the Duplex Urinal, Husky Dogs, sniffin' round? And down by da fast food, down on MAIN, down by Bob Dylan, gotta Price to his name, on Mercury Road? Budweiser, Country & Western, a tab at the Multiplex, until the Arabs says the GAS has run out?

Missouri meets da Mississippi ....under the CUD of all the things PIONEERS
left behind, New England, Cape Cod or a conquered Isle? Everybody and his DOG came over...on the Mayflower when New England roads SPEAK, only to the "Makepiece", or their Manuscripts, which only speak of GOD or a pint of Grog at the "Widdah Mc'Sheas?", New Jersey, where U MIGHT get Super-HOT Chicken Wings! AHOY!?

It's ALWAYS tough...yakkin' with your own CHICAGO "Jesus", his MA, his Pappa, a Psycho-Jesuit? And WHO's the Rabbi  (inscriptions on a Stelle), Jesus Christ KNOWS I don't answer my E-mail, but THIS side of Astbury Park or West Coast CANOGA PARK, California, , I groove with the COOL that makes living Worthwhile?
Has Anybody got any change for this  Prophylatic machine or  Directions to the correct Train that's going my way?... Can anyone tell my friends in Chicago...I miss'EM!?".....



c.2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca,Sicily, Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"SELF PORTRAIT - 2017 - DORIAN GRAY!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Self Portrait - 2017 - DORIAN GRAY!"

(dedicato: Oscar Wilde, in memoriam)


I stink, I stink, I stink!
My Thoughts are decrepit
My Politics FOUL
My passion for Love
outta bounds on Internet Porn!
My kisses, sour
my embrace, Reptile?
My business card
crumbles in your hand!
My E-mail is SPAM
my wishes, not worthy,
TRITE, for Brother-man?
I stink! I stink! I stink!
My Guitar outta tune
with a voice that croaks,
IDEAS, not SOUND!
Of songs, dark and shadow
vehement or despair,
no PROTEST, no sinecure,
Whining: Something's not there!?
I stink! I stink! A Dorian Gray!
And ALL the World's best wishes
will not wash me clean
for Salvation?



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily.