Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ANACONDA...in the Afternoon."

Our Man in Europe/ DAVEDELACROIX, Lord borgo, : "Anaconda ..in the Afternoon..



LOVE LOST, in the afternoon,, expectations, lost, no hope, before "Jappy Hur!"" (Happy Thingy?)
somehow CORKSCREWS (like da Inter Neuro Net_) into YOUR SOUL; Checks  IN...?

WHO CARRIES (but ya heart), who gives a ROYAL DAMN, -cept intelligence, born, and the pursuit
of your "raison d-etre", to KILL IT, to shake it off, a monkey off ya back?

LOST LOVE, in the afternoon, a Blue room, a LAM IA, an Anaconda, that Usurps U in it's COILS and now CELEBRATES, in some Tavern......where ... under pressure  ..... your SOUL BURSTS!!!

..And MIO,   like U...do I get to switch off the light? ...THIS  is  not a question.

My ol- DAD, Henry Witherspoon , married , to Mary Anastasia, always said, "Dave..." I'll (LATER)...and everything will  turn out alright... " And to THIS DAY...I'm still playin- wiv da damn @rEMOTE@...(Remote?)

LOST LOVE...in the afternoon, GREAT EXPECTAT IONS; some gig on the horizon , an Anaconda ....in the afternoon,  that, alas...
corkscrews into your soul ....which then slithers away, somehow, without a conscience...





c2017, davedelacroix,Sicily./Computer fricked UP, no WHASSIT....buono fortuna.

Our Man in Europe/ Dave Delacroix/ "Alessandra Road"...

Our Man in Europe/ dave deòacroix/ "Alessandra Road."



KICK BUTT; so the Story goes, this side of Paradise or some drunks advice, U may know? Do U play Guitar, my Love; do U play guitar?
WOTCHAGONNA-DO, full moon, Kiss ya Gal: Arrivederci, U DO: or Kick Ass on that Frickin' Road?
Which WAY the wind blows (thought Tutte capitto?), either, to ME, U; U got IDEAS, CONCEPTS, an Illuminati?..
....Gyros, compass, direction, and Instinct.. on some Via Sacre.

Whoopee-Doo! - Good Luck! Your Piano Lessons, all Alone: Upright, a Schoolgirl
in a damp Council House, playin' SCALES, WISHES,
the seeds of Virginity, vanquished or FREED
to become "Kick Butt"
and the furore that ensues...and the ROAR of your Victory.



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, our man in europe.

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

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


DA BUG BLINDS/Mosquito curtains,  dressing my balcony,  DANCE in the breeze and swirl, like long-legged ladies, choreographed by God, enhanced by the Sicilian July sun and the fact that I have eyes to SEE and a "cognition"; that DREAM unto?

"Does the light BLIND U, my love?"

DA BLINDS syncopate, STRIPE, develop parallel lines...in advent... of your phone call and the invective U are sure to exude? A Sirocco. Yup. A Sirocco intrudes; All is still. And cloyed within this Afternoon...that ONCE so gaily played?

Bugs play Mandolin. Harlequins dance! Bella-Donna's show off their finery; Cavaliers will ALWAYS dance those steps, to you house, to your door, into your Heart?

Meanwhile, my Fandango curtains, dancing, in defiance of the Sirocco, win my heart, and with this  my observation... a Spiritual Un-certainty...I convey to U.



c 2017/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO Esq./San Jose-Costa-Rica...:)

Our Man In Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Late Night Vespa."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Late Night Vespa."


Late night VESPA, some Kid, under the Gun, kissed off by Girlfriend, JOB, gone to the Sun, screeching down ancient streets, Fate, will meet, in that Cafe... of Old and Hollow Men?

LATE NIGHT vespa WHIPS UP A dream, a MASERATI, A COMPENDIUM of schemes; which way, what way to turn, except into the arms of Love? Bereft!...

Late night Vespa. Best Tee-shirt, best pantalone, beach shoes: gonna HIT the beach, find a Bella, find something STILL Molto-clean, far away, and make SURE this "far away" is far away...from the madding ragazzi...and the late night Vespa that he rides?

Late night Vespa, some Kid, under the Gun, under the Gun; who will NEVER go to that Cafe...of Old and hollow Men....



c2017/davedelacroix, sciacca, sicily

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

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Super Market."

( dedicato:  Elizabeth R.)


ONLY YOUR DICK will be true and know the most about U; U maybe wrong, U maybe right; only your Dick will make it right...
Only your Dick "Whistling" in da wind cuts those corners twix Intellect and Brain; only the lonely KNOW what a Dick can do, solve the Crime, and come on home to U..
Only da Dick (the detective) knows the WAY, legend, myth, History; HE FINDS a way, this way or DAT on an ARIZONA highway; your life  gets a FLAT, that "concept"...of going somewhere...

Razors, scourers, Trash bags, Drano, Toilet Paper, Butter, Milk, Yogurt, Bread, Ice Cream, Ham, Cheese, Salad, Tomatoes, Cooking Oil, Vinegar, Beer, White Wine, WHISKY, Spuds, Eggs, Smokes, Rollin- papers!

Only your LOVE will be True and KNOW the most about U...and in the END...be the "saving.", so your Dick says...


c 2017/davedelacroix, LORD BORGO.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sooner than later..."

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/dave delacroix/ "Sooner than later..."


(dedicato: All the Claudias)


STEAL MY PHONE...OK. Don-t steal my SMOKES, don-t take my Gal, steal my Jokes! Steal my LIFE (I want 10 per cent); U can steal my Ex wife if U can find her, she-s buried in Casa Blanca (the White house) and, presently, Donald Trump is sitting firmly on the toilet seat...
STEAL my Fire
Impossible. Cannot be done.
My JOB
Buono fortuna. Go and get me one.
Steal my EYES
Blind on Blind.
Some DAY I-ll see U
in an International Airport
asking ME
just how U find your way home...

Cash it IN, babee. Your broken Soul;
better sooner than later...



c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca, sicily, italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DA KICK-BOXER!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da Kick-Boxer!"


(dedicato: Roberto Gonzales)


... GAL NAMED "Meee-Lie", some VIET "wash-out", on a Saturday night, downtown-Bangkok, homeless, stinking of Rice-wine (kind'a Apricot?) and yakking a "Ya!-Ya!-Ya! MEE-HOW FUCKER!?" dialogue, FALLS (literally) into the Kick-Boxer's loving, steel grip, like a SLO-MO ballet; bianco/nero: Nobody gets any prizes? Nobody SHOULD. Just an embrace from a trained killer for a Porcelain Doll, a spiritual inter-twine thats'  evanessence somehow elevates... into the sky providing WE mere Mortals with an unforgettable sunset; some way, some how?

And WOE to the CYNIC who fails in his/her respect?
K-B. Boy's left foot...just TWITCHED!


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca, siciliano-boogie! (Spellcheck on furlough)