Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...3 dark Sonnets.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....3 Dark Sonnets. No. 1.... YAZOO!


Can U YAZOO the Yazoo, can U boogaloo dah BOOGALOO or tell me where, YES! Your YESTERDAY, stuck in an office, waylaid on a factory floor, encumbered by paperwork, certificates of LADEN, documents, triple-signed to ever more, like the pressed leaves in your NOW daughters colouring book, a future Diarist, Puberty, sexual liaisons with the local boys. Yet NOBODY knows how to YAZOO the Yazoo...better than U.

Can U play Fife and Drum, tap your feet, a MORRIS MAN, Salute, pontificate, HOW-d those GERMANS, from what INSIDIOUS Culture... whistle DIXIE and send their TEENAGERS off to TWO WORLD WARS... ever repeating, TOMORROW-s shores, Kremlin, Gooks-ville, Yo! No P.C.! The Muslim DALTONS, Jews off the Reservation, and a Pied Piper to lead them ALL into the Hell of their making, whilst planet EARTH, for now, slumbers still...to the sound of Man-s YAZOO!

Can U YAZOO the YAZOO with the FUCKER who lives....next door to U..... Better still. Can U quit Blowing...



c2018,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope. I-m seriously depressed. Will SAVE the other Sonnets for another time. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...\Long legged Bela from Palermo...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Long legged Woman from Palermo...

*dedicato Anna Cimo

SHE WAS only 16, she was only 18, and, DANG! Didnt I fall IN LOVE! But when she asked me to VOTE Republican I just knew that she wanted ME for my Body!

She was only 16, I was ONLY 15, the right time to fall in Love! But she was TOO SWEET, being a Diabetic, so I said Goodbye to love!

And as for your ever-lasting legs...to your honey, sweet Bela from Palermo!!!!
Mi SUCCUBUS... the Local Ragazzi, but not MIO ...
Forget... Tomorrow! O SOLE MIO, etc.

She was only 16, a Screen Fellini, how could I ever know! She was only 16, I was only  15, a LOLLITA...Imaginari...bela serata!

Sole 16! Sole 16! Sole 16! ….Arriverderci!
Ragazzi!

…….Arrivee con Vino!



2018,davedelacroix,murphys bar, Sciacca,sicily

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....The Crescent Moon.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Crescent Moon.


HOW MANY miles to Babylon
3-Score and !0.
Can I get there by candlelight..
Yes! And back again.

How many MOMENTS
to say I love U
in the words of HAFIZ,
a Persian Poet, Sub-rosa
or how many YEARS
till Mid-East Peace,

ETERNITY!...

How many Sun Rises
till Man-s LOVE
conquers ALL,
2 wrongs don-t make a Right
and the night is LONG
that never finds the Day!

How many miles to Babylon,
Arab, Muslim, Jew!
3-Score and 10
a Hittites WHIM!
And nothing-s Old, or New...

How many miles to Babylon
3-Score and 10.
Can I get there by candle light…
Yes. And why not!
All the way back again...

How many miles to Babylon....

Does ANYONE want to GO ...under a Crescent Moon...



c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.Oct. 9.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....CELLPHONE SONG.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... CELLPHONE SONG.

*dedicato to the Rich Punk KID, yakking on his Cellphone,  driving his Daddies BMW who almost ran me down, didn't stop, on the via Lacata, Sciacca, Sicily. Beyond Menace, Me-thinks. Could have been an old Gal with Shopping bags....

Cellphone Song.... Cogniscenti and fellow Rock Stars will easily guess the Melody.


CELLPHONE SONG.

Have U ever been Lonely
have U ever been YOU,
gone and lost your Cellphone
just STUCK and SO blue...
Have U ever been Star-struck
to find out WHAT U R,
all alone without a Cellphone,
that-s WHO U R.

Crawling under the blankets
late at Night
NO Communication,
no Cellphone-candle light!
Introduction to Nightmares
of HOW Life used to be,
somebody stole your Cellphone
and left U with....TO BE!

Have U ever gone DRIVING
WITHOUT your Cellphone...
Cyclists feel SAFER,
Bikers free to roam!
PEDESTRIANS! A New Confidence!
-less YOU get a Twitter-Shock!
Fatal Traffic-STATS go down a mile
when your Cellphone-s in Hock!

Have U ever been Lonesome,
ITCHY-Twitter-less, NOTHING to do...
Have U gone stark raving raving MAD,
No-one-s phoning YOU!!!
Yet, did U THEN find yourself a SELFIE
inside your OWN mind...
Alas, Sweetie-pie, NOT A CLUE,
it-s been such a long time...

Have U ever been Lonely
Have U ever been YOU
Have U ever, facia e facia/
face to face, whispered,
Babee...I Love U.....


c2018,9th October,porta Palermo café,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Unknown Region.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Unknown Region...


So! Buck Up!... AS I WAS happily skipping along in my Print dress, striped knickerbockers, red shoes, Azurro Boys shorts-Leder-hosen, humming WHOOPEE-DO in those good old SWISS Alps, trying to RE-decide my Sexuality, with one hand on my ATM PIN number, the OTHER on my Rubber Duck, like Wagner-s SIEGFRIED.... I wondered, as YOU would, on an alpine Glacier of Thought.....Internet Valkyries all over the place! What-s an old displaced Neder-Saxon like me to do! Yup. Be SWISS. ALPINE. Damn things, the ALPS, THRUSTED out of the Earth-s core like a Euro-erection, Spermiating SNOW. Idiots have been skiing on them for over a century in hopes of....It-s downright Pagan!

To the SOUTH, along came the Renaisance.An Italian CLOSET of creativity and War. In the early 1500s Popes Alexander, Julius and Leo X all considered the Alpine region as NON LUCRATIVE, due to its sparse population, people being fiscal slaves, prone to FAITH in lieu of Life-s enigma, those ALPINOS with NO apparent wealth, Un-worthy of the Fiscal Fold and....chasing those bastards up those god damn mountains, deemed fiscally Godless. And tradition has it that the SWISS were pretty much vagabonds hailing from a mulligatawny of races, influences including...and transit ROBBERS of ….

As for the Cuckoo Clock and the Swiss Army Knife and RUCOLA cough mixture...just like the soon to be depleted WORLD OIL reservoirs, the Swiss Banking dynamic...Arriverderci. Its ALL gone OFFSHORE. The SECRET was once the Secret. But now it-s not a Secret....any more. It-s a NEW insidious OPEN secret where-in the World-s Fiscal Wealth lies....NEVER IN THE FIELD OF HUMAN HISTORY AS SO MUCH BEEN PROVIDED BY SO MANY for so few...

On this Blog I get a lot of HITS from NO COUNTRY, just an Unknown region. Could be KIDS fleeing the War in SYRIA, Immigrants on inflatable rafts sailing from North Africa to Southern Europe in search of a better life. Somebody got a Cellphone! Some Mezzo-Americano swimming across the Texas Rio Grande...probably drowning. Stressed out. No Milk today!.....in the Unknown Region.

This Blog gets a lot of Hits from the Unknown Region. My name is Dave...and I will keep on writing.



c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... THE NAKED CITY....There are 36,000 Storia in the City of Sciacca...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... THE NAKED CITY...There are 36,000 stories in the City of SCIACCA...in Sicily.


HARD-WIRED to Rock N Roll
hardwired to LOVE
hardwired to the FEAR of Music-Biz Snakes,
a business full of Reptiles...
A SNAKE-PIT!

Hard-wired to say, LOVE ME DO
or BE a Stranger in the Night
the Alpha Man, which WAY
but GO WEST young Man..

...avoiding the Fagots, sexual predators,
that INSTANT coffee of insidious
to which I ALWAYS said....

….for SOME obscure reason
Unbeknown to YOU, U SCUMBAG
I am...an Artist...I-m HARD-WIRED
to be A ROCK-Star... Your
nearest relative  last heard
just caught a Cold.

Last heard, HARD-WIRED
I think of my loved ones
hard, pretty-much Wired
in ALL we do.

In Sicily I-m HARD-WIRED
yet with a smile...Rest after toil...Port after storm,
Death after life....doth greatly please......

WOW! A Caravelle, full sail,
like music.... sailing on an Emerald Sea...JEEZE! I KNOW
one of those Shipmate Scally-Wags! He owes  me a bloody brew!!!!


There are 36,000 stories in the Sicilian City of Sciacca. THIS has been one of them.



c2018, davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily…

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Song-Canzone....PALERMO.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Song, Canzone....PALERMO


*No sleep till Brooklyn-No dormire, riposare, arivee Palermo...composed in my BEST Anglo-Siciliano, Italiano Lingua. Molto Rock N Roll. A SLOW Canzone-Romantico.


….Palermo.


NO DORMIRE, riposare-Arrivee Palermo
no dormire, riposare, arivee tonight
no sleep, no rest, till la Strada-Lunghi!
No dormire reposare, arivee Amica!
Il CHORALE di Dio, la Luna!

No dormire, riposare, arivee ma Bela!
No dormine, no riposare, no arrive,
no dormire, no riposare, no arrive
my Highway, long and hard

No dormire, no riposare, no arrive
yet through the wind
and driving snow...I see Palermo.....!

NO DORMIRE, no riposare, no arrive
mi bela….BASTA!!!! Amore... Con Guitar...
…......I come home to U.


c2018,davedelacroix.sciacca, sicily. Dedicato to Pietro and Vivia. Salute a Palermo. SORRY about the Spelling!