Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, SAINT PATRICKS REGRET...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, SaINT Patrick-s Regret.

*no punctuation, laptop, fricked UP....


St. Patricks Regret.


Regrets, I-ve had my share, a SOLO song, nothing to do with YOU... REGRETS, an echo chamber and ALL the Whisked Angel choir cant make me less blue.

Regrets, I-ve had my Sad Ass Gig, my share. The last refuge of a Scoundrel or a Zealous Patriot, usually, Unfound, disfigured by Time, an Icon for the impressionable...

Regrets, NO heroes, no Cowards, NO bureaucrats of Social insidiousness where Governments breed like Lice and, GODS KISS, given too....And OR dissolve into your Personal Blues...

Regrets, NO need to THINK, illumination, that yesterday Epiphany, comes when you DRINK...and maybe, sunrise, the getting of wisdom.

Regrets, ain't worth a SONG but just this one time> HA/HA said the Clown! I-ll sing along...

Regrets, I-ve had an UN PUNCTUATED few. A Solo. Its OK. And NOTHING to do with YOU.

Regrets, that I drove all the snakes out of Ireland but not the Viper in Man-s Souls.

Regrets, I-ve had my share, a Solo Song. As a man born of Britain in the later Roman Empire.... Songs I learnt from my Pirate Mediterranean Kidnappers. Then, the folks with whom I was marooned...on a splendid Emerald Isle.


c2018, davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Whistle!"

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "The Whistle!"


(dedicato: Gal I met in New Jersey. Can't remember her Name...)


Lady, I'm all spliced Up
like a Son of a Gun,
I'm No where, no Gig  to Please?
An if U ask me a question,
U gonna walk away?..

I got NO credentials except my Song
and the smile on my face
I've been a long time
GOING
and it's not the Yesterday
I'm leaving behind, only you?

We got no business, but when we meet
sure nice to to see U smile....?

U come from Tuscon, Arizona sun
or out in California.
babee run, run, run!
Mescalero...under Mescalero Sun?

Didn't mean to fall in love with U
Maybe No-man got the Right
as U Butterfly
and the California sunset
greets your Eyes...?

We got no business, but when we meet
sure nice to see U Smile.

Route 66, Parallel, Interstate I-15
ahead of Barstow,
last chance-Las Vegas;
a high sierra!
That Gal U Meet!?
And a SIRENS call,
a Man bound by his feet
for all the World....and that lonesome  Whistle!....

(....Or SO ALL fools write....)


c2018/dave delacroix/Sciacca/Sicily ...Our Man in Europe

Our Man in Europe, dAVE DELACROIX...ZAZZ MOTEL

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ZAZZ MOTEL (Aggie-ville, Kansas)



HISTORY...  don't tell bout ya CHIC on mah Vino, ELECTRONIC? Nor that China Syndrome-kiss that KILLS Empires and AS for the Devils...in da deep blue sea: YOU!!!

...U & Me..tryin' to be beautiful...that NYC Syndrome, maybe in  PHILLI, maybe Fort Launderdale, Spring-Break SPRUNG! Like a ZAZZ Motel, bugs inclusive, thin towels, micro soap, a shower tap that don't wash away our SCAT, an inner CUNNILINGUS, our weather Super-Cell?

Instead, our Bonsto Jr. and Clydina....two Fashion-istas....obvious Federal Outlaws in the State of KANSAS......look for refuge in the old BLUES bars, hanging out with Piano Negroes; like them, just made MUSIC and  get to never killed another Man...

An WHO in Manhattan Kansas, AGGIE-VILLE,  Kansas City V. Kansas State: jess WHO gets to sing this Song?.....


c2018, dave delacroix, sciacca, sicily. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, THE Naked Maja..

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, THE Naked Maja...

*dedicato. Mylene Devaud


...The Naked Maja by GOYA, here re/incarnated by dave delacroix this side of Life and Death, naked as God made thee, now clothed in Unutterable decency...I got a secret, like a Mouse, scratching away in the wainscoting, a Windmill turning into a repressed orgasm. WhotchagonnaDo! WHO ya gonna call> Ghost Truckers! Ship it OUT. The only E.T.A....THAT Come & Gone, Lost In Transit , meriting an Arrival!.. Such details! Such Delicacy!!! A delayed KISS. A yearned for embrace!  Saliva fingers into Kingdom Hall! An Unctual probing! ...And just WHO Pipes, timbrels & drums, pulsing, internal like an Organ played with a Strangers fingers that even a Child would recognise...Bach, Beethoven, Mozart ...or Goyas Naked/clothed  Maja, the Gypsy, the Bohemian Queen of the Streets in whose presentaion you see a glint of everyone or inadvertently, your own belief..

There is no shame in tears of glorification...its OK!... and outside of worldly goods, items passed on, generation to generation... treasures come and go...whilst the Naked Maja strips you clean, leaving you desperately throbbing.


c2018, davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Saint Patricks Day...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, SAINT Patricks Day....

...expect NO punctuation, laptop don't work.


St. Paddies Day.

St. Paddies day, when grown Men get drunk then cry, babes wail louder and wives rue the day they married a Clown...then DANCE!

St. Patricks day, when its Dublin convenient  to borrow a BOB and find it easy...with a blackened Soul...to forgive a Foe, PUNCH the bugger in the face...then DANCE!

St. Patricks day, and the County Fair in full swing, when sad history dissolves into a cloud and no one ever, like you, sang so loud...

and ALL the World can GO to the Devil, then DANCE!


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Scream.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The Scream.


Where do U begin...endings are EASY, one step beyond, that INNER Christ looking for a Crucifixion...WHAT Gods sinew throttles and SNAPS to remind U of your Sticking Post...and that DISTANT, in/reachable sweet kernel which, gathering force, husbands the INNER HORDES who scream THOU SHALT NOT DIE...like a Mulligatawny of sweet regret, a FOODIE...Angels wings DROOP, no music only the knelling drum of yesteryear in your GUT, indecisive yet again....O SING!!! Sing! It-s best to sing and suffer your Tomorrows...What is one lone SCREAM in the echo chamber of Eternity...


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily,YUP...had better days. No goddamn punctuation on this Goddamn laptop....!!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, @THE VECCHIO....

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, @THE VECCHIO!...


*....old Chinese Proverb....U do not GET Old....U get AT Old....*Vecchio.....


It-s OK to BE Vecchio *OLD
He don't have NO heartburn
no CHERRY on his mind
ain't looking- to find his inner Self

What Parents MONEY is left
on some lost shelf
and that Legacy of GOUT
I just cant work it out<
did Ma n/PA slug OPORTO
until dawns early light

and their SECRET Stash
of Cocaine, Cigars, Whisky,
Grand CRU Vino> Buried IT
someplace I can never find...

Its OK for the Vecchio, the
OLD MAN, bloody Shakespeare!!!
Writing ALL them Songs, his
farewell kiss, like a reptile HISS
say in- BABEE, U R OLD ENOUGH
to get along

An- as for BOWING at his Knees, that
ELIZABETHAN SNEEZE, how sharper
than a Serpents tooth...

Its OK for the Vecchio
wrapped comfort in his tomb,
please do not disturb,
but disturb,,,,HE DO!

And TIME, Vecchio Tempo,
a song of Time, for U/ITS OK
N-Bella's will dance, swirl
Young Bucks, ardent, a Carnivale,
AVANTE!

And for you my dolce Caro, so filled with DESIRE,
Its OK for the Vecchio
until its NOT for the Vecchio...but for You....



c2018, davedelacroix,beware the ides of thingy,sciacca,sicily....