Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ No Smart Phone, No Lighter!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No Smart
Phone, No Lighter."

CELL phone, THE STARE before THE STARE, before the Smart Phone, that change of dress from tweed to plaid, U strut on by, the CELL> U and Me...not there_yet like our Love, U are never alone and a slice of Pizza never taste so good, in a Tuxedo I ain-t gonna KILL the drunk or dispose of his BODY in the NORTH SEA another one of your Party rejects; But KILL with a Kitchen knife, Aresenic or just make HARRY disappear, don-t forget to look good when Detectives say> @We look queer!@_ Yet we-ll get away with love and loss, in  our confession, love and loss, that SUCKER ù on his OWN volition  ù jumped off the White Cliffs of Dover singing a Jimmy Cliff Song...?
u & i trust eachother.....in a small world where Murdereers che
w their chew_what MAGI, sits, screws, used, under writes, "in esse", "en que" and then SINGS: "Many Rivers to Cross" then confesses...in a STARE....without a Smart/Cellphone...to his or HER own component of incriminating  self-destruction?
Cell Phone, Smart, next Gizmo, attempt punctuation, to solve the diction of the CRIME (Detectives do?)  where the blood on the knife is wiped before your living eyes? Please: Comment? -An Inspector?
(Because, Dave, here....seriously.... GOING quite BLIND cannot work this stupid laptop
And U can Lay to THAT!), would U like to suggest a Confession?
"I WILL! And I DO!!!...
YO HO HO; da Drink. Yo ho ho: THE DEVIL!!! YO; U Betcha! YO! And YO!....We'll come along side....on the Ebb tide; we'll come along: on the Other Side. Yo-ho-ho ME'Boys! Hold your heads up high!!!" (And Forever!)


c2017,davedelacroix, LORD BORGO, Sciacca, Sicily.

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/DAVE DELACROIX/ "THE dIAMON IN YOUR eYE.


(for Claudia Loens)



A Diamond in your Eye (A story/concept for a 1 hour BBC-TV Play)


Jesu-WHOOSH! Heart-stricken, fools at play and ALL the belladonna, wisp mini skirts, panty-flash, boys cavort in Crotch Snatch, upon a dead meadow of Amphora: triple lutes, pipes and timbrels,  that resonate in a rainfall of adulation; satyrs hang, lassiez-fair upon clouds that have no meaning, an ambuscade, explodeing; girls twitter, men and boys scatter to the four winds in a garden of enlightenment lacking no human necessity on a Ladies swing, an Up and sway, late afternoon under a bough of Poetry? A Fragonarde pictorial?

Jesu-Whoosh; a diamond in your eye; U just killed me with the Company Boss, U just TOOK - crumpled - in your PINKIES my Career, my Life, My Wife, My Kids, my World Co-Co Chanel? Sharp Tits? (Maybe Samson & Delilah?) A WHOOSH! High & LOW; a boogaloo: A laissez-fair; but, Jeeze, LADY, U got your "Treasure" but I've got a Dick that will ALWAYS lead me to Treasure Island, Jim Hawkins, Long John Silver etal: Beyond and ABOVE, the adventure begins, late afternoon under a bough of Poetry...and the diamond in your eye? As for when I tear down your fragile Canvas? Unlike U? I never will. Yet neither will I walk away.....?

And All the Neidersachsen Witches pour into their cauldron of spit and stitches, fife and drum, curse and Hell, the worm and the marrow; a devil's doctor's poultis of Tomorrow: Jesu-Whoosh!......(Sure glad I'm not Religious?) Can U lend me $20?...


c2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca, Sicily)

Our Man in Euroe/dave delacroix/ "BARSTOW, California: 10 Miles, Eastside desert, or West."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/: "BARSTOW, California; 10 miles, East side...or West?"


(Singing:) "My underpants ARE PISSED WET THRU, GOD DAM-IT, u MADE ME come AND all MY NEXT GIRLFRIENDS ARE GONNA moan FOR SOME kind OF SEXUAL LUBRICATION?....I ain't sitting on the dock of the bay?-I'm on INTERSTATE-15, old Route "66"? Like some Coyote? Like some Lone Wolf? Jes' tryin' to figure out a Melody that gives our Hearts some Juice? Between LAS VEGAS and L.A; a town called BARSTOW; doin' its best like any Town can, and in Good Faith, ain't gonna take no shit: and giving it all away? Barstow: California!  Let the Pontiac's, the Corvettes, the Chevrolet's: let them ZOOM into the desert sunset whilst  Barstows History of travellin' souls carry ALL the way on....Tabasco, cold beer, whisky or die?.....:)

c2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Viscount dude, sciacca sicily

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Symphonica: UMA-UMA!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Symphonica: Uma-Uma!"


(dedicato: Bill Houston)


1) Zoom Room

Everyone is MOVING to da ZOOM ROOM; got space? Get ya ASS to the Zoom Room! OUTTA space? NO swimming pool, no private "king" Lear jet? No Lifestyle (above & beyond) U can NEVER get! (So don't worry) Every SCMUCK is off zooming to the ZOOM room; it's a place U CANT buy and/or  - on a foggy night - rarely find? And I have it on good authority, the ZOOM ROOM (free to rent or let?) is that PLACE in your Mind, that place where U can UN-wind where U and I - rumour has it? -  have never met?

2)  The Valley

I went DOWN to Jesus, DOWN to Moses too; I went down to da VALLEY and there...was U? And I saw your eyes-wide, as in TERROR, down to  the Valley; no place to hide?...DOWN in the Valley wishing I was (Biblical) LOTT; down in the "VAL" with Malibu dreams; no chance of a Taxi to elevate Me? YO! I went down to the Valley, a 1-way conversation, in the Valley, no sense, no logic conclusion? I went down to the Valley on a Saturday night and I didn't come up till a Sunday's Roast  carving knife?

3)  Nighthawks

Nighthawks in da morning lookin' like old Crows with a head full of "nuttin'",  almost thinking; just where does the time GO, or more eloquently (apres Francois Villion) just WHERE are the snows of yesteryear? And Nighthawks (dem scrawny devils/god knows where they get their hair done?) in a KISS like something MISSED on some, maybe one or 2 fourth of July's? -Breaking the break of dawn like a Virgins first Saturday night: ya gotta WEAR "Roy Orbison", sing da Blues, or lament some Golden Days, step into a fade, not SCREAM, but maybe Shout like Nighthawks in da morning fixing on heading South?

4)  BLU Skies

BLU skies; WE got "nuttin'" but Blu Skies, DUCKS kissin' Blu Skies from here and now on? Blu skies, got the Hope diamond! Blu skies; nobodies pregnant, just Blue whatsit; so let's sing a song!


6)  Doc. Boone (another one-sided conversation)

LOVE don't work (for me), neither does the BANK (for me) And Rock Hudson never dies in a movie, HIV? Babe? I, the right honourable DOC. BOONE, licensed to Practise Medicine (fully Licensed), I gotta go hang mah "shingle" in some OTHER town where Uncle Sam ain't tryin' to convince me the Natives (Arapahoes, Apaches, Lakotas, Blackfeet, Cherokees, CO-manchees) wanna Scalp me? FEAR, apparently, is the order of the Times?  Nuttin WRONG with Chinese Food/I drink Singapore Slings mo5rning, noon and night, for chrissakes! ?Uncle Samuel? Hiding in the woods, in da Pines, in the Pines where the sun never shines? A curmudgeon. A bleak sentiment in a bleak moment and, possibly, in the bleak mid winter of our UN-arrived at Discontent? -like LOVE on the Job or the JOB of Love? Or Doc. Boone in the movie "Stagecoach" starring Duke Wayne: "OK. I'll STOP!....But just for one....?"

7)  Whisky Lullaby

There's Whisky in mah water tonight (good night Irene/I'll see U in mah dreams), it's bin a long, long time? So shoot me down or lock me down if I've gone out of Style? Like Whisky in mah water.....(READER is s'posed to finish this Cowboy Lullaby).....Tra-la-lah!!!!



c.2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/sciacca/Sicilia/a cilly November.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Don't miss Tomorrow!"

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Don''t miss Tomorrow."


GIRL, did ya PERM, BOY, did U spruce the last of the Summer wine? That DRESS, and boyo fashion, love, tresses, mint juilips on the beach: MASTERBATION CITY?
(Wotchagonna-do....this side of the Blues?) Swab or polish ya Shoes?
...Is it in Czechoslavakia? Or maybe think  Prague; Czech? Slovak? ...where we miss our Tomoorows? The ORIGINAL "Bohemia": JEEZE!!! Everybody's "worried" 'bout it!. NOBODY wants "IT" to MISS their Tomorrow? "CAPITO!?"  FRANZ KAFKA got a handle on it? That bastard owes me a Winter coat!?? And it was ON the NEWS, it was on TWITTER: "DON'T MISS TOMORROW!"? (PEOPLE ARE KILLING THEMSELVES!); Nobody, but NOBODY wants to MISS the "IT" of.....Tomorrow? (It's Official.) U don't have to be Jewish!? And some Bright Spark in some "Ministry" (UK?)  thinks: "JEEZE DA QUEEN: We can TAX that!!!...." We gonna TAX your TOMORROW; just wait and see U Plebes; jolly well believe!?"
Alas; the Columns of Empire and Majesty; long since Masterbated to the bone; now only motor  the "which and where thinking", death and taxes: RE-SOLD and are held "In Trust.".

(Please BARF at your own convenience.)


c2017,davedelacroix,lord borgo, esq., sciacca,sicily.



c.2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/sciacca,sicily. 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good Woman of Zechwan."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good Woman of Zechuan." (my Mandarin is a bit Confuscious?)


THE GOOD WOMAN of Zechwan who once I knew but PASSED me by in a painted veil?...She found me WOUNDED in the paddy fields, an ENEMY flier, Pilot, some robot, on a MISSION to do her Country's Leaders harm?...Do ME, wrapped in muddy silk, a Parachute, busted, broken, took out some bridges? ..Fucking UP her small WORLD? On target: BADDABOOM? Wotcha gonna Do under Politico, trained to GO and DO; have GUILT? What is the itinerant HATE that makes us who we are in  or UNDER the looking glass of perspective, introspection, recollection and dire conscience, all men of War?...
Went to High School, Academy, Fly Boys, Colorado Springs, then Top Gun, San Diego? Carrier Landings, UPSTART?  I'm a pretty SHORT guy; most of my PEERS; just "peers", tall, headless dudes whose minds, perhaps reside IN flying, in the Skies? Even OUT on leave, driving cross-country, YAK a "Country Club" SPIEL leaving them naked bone dry, UN-educated, blown out of the sky for an encounter with the folks on the ground, the need for a bowl of rice, moms, dads, kids, uncles, aunts, family amok aND LIVESTOCK, A FARM gig:  pigs, goats, village, fare and a lady, the good woman of Zechuan, a maiden, whose husband was faraway fighting in some stupid War; somehow, struggled, but found a way to get ME back home?
She patced up my broken body, an inert necessity, as in the Brotherhood of Man? And, NOW, later, how worthless it seems, as when I repine, a survivor:
"Mandarin Lady, your eyes and your Fan? Mandarin Lady my Heart!..." And, "U Betcha! I SOARED , like Icarus, into the skies only to find wings of wax.... disolving into your  gentle love light and the Good Woman of Zechswan: and a kiss that lingers to never fly again.

c2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo(Sciacca Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SONG for a distant Sireen."

Our MAN (the Dude) in Europe/dave delacroix/Once met Johnny Depp/"SONG for a distant Sireen."



(dedicato: THIS is not callous: Always TOUGH when Ghosts of yesteryear USURP your SLEEP, waking and Dreaming "OUT DAMN SPOT!!!",,  (Lady Macbeth)


"Song for a Distant Siren."

WE....got Smokes.
Culture.
WORDS!
Cocktails.
A Tuxedo.
Beer.

WE got a TICKET
to Istanbul
Venice
PARIS (for why?)
London, sucks?
And Cinzano?

We got St. PUSHKIN
St. Petersburg
New York
Los Angeles
Shanghai, CHINA!
(I wanna go home?)

We got Cognac
we got VODKY
we got  a WORLD
but, still
like a Child;
I wanna go Home....?



c2017/davedelacroix/valley of the temples, Agrigento, sicilia...