Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... DIAMONDS are Forever.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... DIAMONDS are Forever.

dedicato* William Houston, Count Danube, close associate of Lord Borgo, Comte di Sciacca, D.D.



Diamonds are forever.... U can=t beat the Hacker, any which way but lose, HE or SHE busy beating self-inflicted MEAT. U don-t understand this THING, this Hacker, a lonesome function, bass-cerebral, socio-dysfunctional....knows how to order a beer whilst locked into YOU, an Inter-net STALKER. Yup! THAT Guy! Maybe that GIRL!!!...Where U end is where THEY begin. Their FAVE SONG, Diamonds are Forever. James Bond soundtrack. Their Diamonds, alas, for what ever reason...better believe it.....are sometimes ME and YOU and, alas, without a Concealed Weapons Permit... And ON Parole in Michigan and Talkin-Walkin dah Strasse!!! JEEZE!! MUDDERS!!!...I keep my 38 in my Jockey shorts....just in case some Texan Wazoo gets too close to the Family jewels.

Bloody freezing! Just got done buskin.
Ran into Washington Jr, on Martin Luther Drive.
He jiving, DAVEY, U one crazy Mudder!
I say, Guitar-working!
Don-t U know we Niggers gave dat up a long time ago!....
I say. Maybe. But it STIll making money for Me.!
Alas!
Diamonds are forever. U betch-a!


c2018. Altra-Lingue College. Sciacca-Scilia..

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Senore Houdini.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Senore Houdini.


dedicato* Jason Eklund and Dan Case, fellow roving Minstrels...in the style of Woody Guthrie.



OH MAH GAWD!! The BELA who just WALKED ON BY. Holey-Moley, she left me long ago! OR some BIZ deal that Wall-Street-Crashed! My Blender! My Microwave! Bloody T.V., LAPTOP, re-possessed!....O sole mio.

 MURPHY-S LAW! Who could-a predicted!!! Not withstanding in the early morning mist... behind the Convent of the Carmelites... I DUELLED, drew first blood, MY GOODNESS, in a skirmish of Wits! NOW, the local Intelligentsia want my Prick on a Spit!

Where are the Songs of Spring! Aye, U-muddies! Where are they! And Fair-weather friends, now my pockets are empty, OU SANS les neige dantan in Today-s frigid constancy... whilst dead and gone, my BROS of yore...

OH MAH GAWD! The End. The Un-sweetened inferno of Tomorrow! Yet UN-like impassioned prose with a fouled TRUMP nose I DO NOT end it All. BUGGER SUICIDE!!!... But dodge judgement day, that Vampire-s Silver bullet... by just moving... to another Country.


c2018,dave Delacroix, café Porta Palermo, Sciacca-Sicily. December 8.

Our ManOur Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Navajo Gals!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... Navajo Gals!


dedicato* Stephanie 2 Rivers....Native American.  Director, Colorado Film Institute, Colo.,USA.



It-s COOL to be Nobody. Cant afford Fashion but I don-t wear rags. .

Its Cool to be Nobody. Cant drive a Mustang down 666, the Devils Highway. Why would I James Dean!...

It-s Cool to be Nobody. I don-t WANT what U got.

 It-s Cool to be Nobody, no handle, no Jew, WASP, Helmut, Calogero, no Polanski, no Irish, no Scot!

And by Scottsdale, Arizona, the Navajo Gals weave blankets for Winter..

It-s COOL to be NOBODY in England or France.
There-s an essence, a lame existentialism that will give U a chance to drive or DIVE and come up either-side of yourself.

 One who will pay the bills, the OTHER, who will just call Daddy! It-s Cool to be Nobody. It-s Cool.

It-s Cool to go Surfing...where-ever, Hawaii or Costa Rica. And join the preceding flotsam in a Hullabaloo, a high-five beach-Crush, if ever U knew, the Palmyra Love that never came true, stuck in some Surfers hostel with bugs, your best friends.
It-s cool to be Nobody. It-s Cool.

It-s Cool to be a Writer in old N.Y.C. With Cockroaches as neighbors and a local Bartender who says FREEZE, no Credit KID, get ya Ass to Tomkin's Square and buck up a dollar or 2.

 And a POEM a Rhythm might catch U some grime, some bacon and eggs, 99 cents!

It-s Cool to be Nobody out on the Inter-State.....Maybe some day...you-ll pass by Scottsdale, Arizona...hear about those Navajo Gals, weaving blankets ...which U just might need for Winter!


c2018,davedelacroix. 

Our Man in Europe, dave delecroix....BOAZ the Jew.

Our Man I n Europe, dave Delacroix...... BOAZ the Jew.


THE ANGELS SING the thyroid exceeds you veracity. The bursting SPLEEN which U serve with cream, the dynamic of your slit dichotomy. At 5 Cents a pop, make a profit, then call me when U get home. And BONGOS split and stream the night, I cannot see what-s fair or foul for Me...and you this side, this side of You.
ALTRUISM SINGS for One and All and righteous Schoolboys-Girls ARISE, one and All, do we fight to SAVE the ONE and ALL, yet is the One and All not worth Saving....!!!...RAH! RAH! RAH!

The Angels Sing... upon WHICH Choir, truth shall ring, the Militant Rabbis, Muslim Devout IMANS, then the working stiffs, or victims of the Holocaust, money-changers in an old Temple, MENTALITY prone to an ancient template....still yet, no Peace on Earth. COME Abraham! Come BOAZ!...Living MAN, like CYRUS, like SALADIN, a KURDISH KING!!!....Share the Keys to the TEMPLE, the Kingdom ...and let PEACE ring.....

In my travels, in the desert sands, I dropped my hand made cigarette. Some Arab kid stole it away. In Shah-Allah. 2 minutes later a Pasha invited me into his house for Coffee. Later, I changed some Currency at the house of Boaz.


c2018,davedelacrox, late at night, Sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....A Room with a View.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...A Room with a View.


dedicato* Carole Maria Aniello.


A room with a view,
astray, azure!

A room with a view
within a hologram
that suggests an Umbilical
to All our senses.

A room with a view,
an Untoward, yet deciphered
in Codex
like a noble birthmark.

A room with a view
for Me, for You, just we two.


c2018,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope,vicola la marca,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delcroix...SOMETHING WICKED this way comes.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacrix…..Something wicked this way comes...


MAY AS well be hung for a Sheep as a Lamb, my name, Juliez C., I annihilated ONE MILLION Gauls, but on the SENATE FLOOR, 13 Assassins!
May as well be HUNG for a Sheep or a Lamb, NAPOLEON, the millions who died in my name, notwithstanding, should MY GAL Josephine be tried the same, a TIT-Squeeze from Austerlitz!
My NAME, Richard Milhouse and NIXON and I, MIO, may as well be Electrocuted, a la fashion moderner, a SHEEP as a LAMB, Asian Holocaust, DE-forestation and 50,000 LADS and GALS +in their Graves! The Vietnamese, 10 times the losses!!!
Funny HOW messages, E-Mails, Volcanic eruptions, METEOR Cosmic-Earthquakes, arrive. But, once again, the PEOPLE ROAR, ALL is STUPID, by Man-s GREED, or Ignorance...and by the pricking of my thumbs, assured, no daunting, something WICKED this way comes.

May as well be HUNG, drawn and quartered as I am. Say WHA!!! Like the Veterans on EITHER side. Justice too late when we are....no more.


2018,december,sciacca-sicily,davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The Outside of Being.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Outside of Being.


The outside of Being, a vacuum of Space, no chatter, hardly any people, no traffic, War or Peace, just a pillow of existence...

The Outside of Being, entwined-Intertwined, like clouds passing by. Nor NO To-BE or not. No Hamlet-s poison sword or heartstrings to strum a path to dusty death...

Who or What challenges this Uncanny...beyond the grasp of seething greed...of Man-s History, below...


c2018,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca-sicily.