Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The ONLY.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The ONLY.


dedicato. Marc Pierson.






...Only foreskins wiggle in the fallin rain, only VIRGINS-clitori wag their tongues AT young Bucks. Nuttin better to do in dat Sancti-Bordello of You, Me, U, where we stew, under the....


Only Clowns smile, rip your GUILE that smear LIPSTICK, that ONE-STOP beguile-a FEDORA, knighthood, a Film-Noir, a Murder, Lord Lucan, an alibhi...and dat get-out-clause...of Love.


ONLY the Song U wrote, a Piano, a Soul, a Note! Only a heart-string, a KILLER, U thought...would never come back again like a distant smile, a midnight train from L.A. to San Bernadino!


Only THAT under a Pacific sky, a GUILTY SIGH that we share in our sorrow. A Body. A dead Love. And whilst only foreskins dance in the rain. The rest write a Song. The ONLY.




c2019. davedelacroix. July. Cornwall. U.K.

Our Man in.. Europe, dave delacroix....KICKIN...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....KICKIN....


dedicato. For Bill and Paul in L.A.




IS YOUR sponge the SAME as MY sponge...IS your Smoke Alarm as same as mine. Is your Commuter Ticket, get U there and BAX, or does your douche wipe U clean. Does your Skee-wiff return your Calls, does a TRUMP rattle your Drum, Yo! I gotta dusty Guitar, out of tune, kickin, kickin me.


c2019, DD., U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....TOO SOON

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Too Soon.


dedicato. Marie-Claude.




Too soon the Sun rises, flock curtain-window, OPEN!, glare in my eyes. Ashtray-left, fumble, almost sneeze to cry. Did I leave her some Euros. Did SHE leave me some Euros...
Too soon our VAIN wishes run like a SPLASH-rain in your eye, like the wind sheield of the Taxi that takes U to Montmartre, too soon, like a pledge, not devoured, but something LESS, a Moulin Rouge, to winnow your Soul. I don-t get sick, but then do we kiss...too soon.




c2019,davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...SATIN DOGS.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Satin Dogs.


dedicato.  Martina im Bonn.




Pokin 8 Balls, hip pockets, less than Common Sense, the WORLD in a Shot Glass, a BAR from San Francisco to Cornwall, U.K., quibble-quibble. see the Intelligentsia, the ragazzi, the resident slobs who parade meso-fashion, dour wives...wonderin where they are, their KIDS can-t afford a REAL Cricket Bat. No Eton. No Marlborough. Harrow down the street. Whisky and want some!


SPICE storage JARS, kitchen paper rolls, Midi-cookin PAN, Whisky glasses, EGGS...TOM Juice, LIGHTERS... WEED KILLER!!!


Wots a poor boy to do....BLOODY MARY!!!




c2019, davedelacroix, truro, cornwall, u.k.….sniff.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....The Reluctant Corpse.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Reluctant Corpse.






The Reluctant DRUNK, in town, gotta frown, when NICKOLDADY said> TIME, purleeze!


The Reluctant Drunk poured Whisky down his THROAT then had the audacity to YODEL...E...EEE!!!


The Reluctant Drunk...same fella...DIED in a CANCER Ward, a failure, heart, liver, steak and kidney Pud. The Corpse-alcohol STEAM from the next Ward, DOCS, trolleys, Med Studes, HUNGSTA, waitin to get at him!!!...A Cadaver.


THEN...ON DA SLAB...their Butchery-awaiting...HIS Soul activated, his CORPSE contorted, JACK-KNIFED, there was an ERRECTION which sent MASKED Doctors and Med Students alike running for dey MOMMAS!


There was a WIFF of a Moroccan Incense stick, a basso Cymbal...of, possibly, Chinese origin...reverberated...and THE CORPSE bellowed!!!....


...ITS a Long Wat to TIPPERARY!!!






c2019,davedelacroix, tregoll hse, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NO Boogie-woogie for TOILET ROLL.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... NO Boogie-woogie for TOILET ROLL.




NO Boogsta for TOILET ROLL, no DANCE, prance, BOY, Hipster, I-Phone, no APPS in his Soul. NO BOOGALOO for SYNTAX, a 5th of Jack Danny-boy...in utero!


NO SQUEEZIE for Da PENGUIN, no YAWK, no Whisky-doo, Kalamazoo, no Gibson Guitar, GAL on the floor, left to bleed, a sack of hammer-blows, a GIRL, some Pops kid...on a toilet roll.


NO BLEACH for DA KLEANER, who must come. Brother, Uncle, Paps or Son. Who boogies TOILET ROLL into an everlasting....BLOOD RED.




c2019, davedelacroix, tregollhse, truro, cornwall, uk.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... SALLY BOWLES in PLASTIC U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Sally Bowles in Plastic U.K.


dedicato. Inge, Hengelo, Nederland.




….PILLS on the beach, by Falmouth, with her costumed Dudes, all shapes and visages, bodyline, whistling her lamia tune. A cloud in the sky, she coils under a beach towel, SARATOGA!


TWINKIE-eyes...she FIXES my RETURN OF DA NATIVE Tax problems, Doc-Medic-connect-should I need it. A Local. Doctor Shue. Ein bistian Deutsche!...


ALL THIS and XMAS too, we Hullabaloo, kit out my new apartment, buy furniture, trinkets, La CUCINA!...Babes in Toyland.


SALLY BOWLES in plastic U.K., a SCRIPT from her Doctor she stores in my backpack at the bar where, carousing with the patio-ragazzi, is for an hour...OUT of my sight.


Back at the Ranch,  a SCREECH!
DID U OPEN IT!!
Open What!
My SCRIPT!
Honey, your Medicine. Why should I.


BERLIN WALLS slam-dunk into Love-s nakedness.


Sally Bowles in Plastic U.K., living in a garret, hungering for all the things, shaking fingers, a Sally Bowles needs...whilst her MANY Lovers Windsurf-sail across her horizon. A Junkies vision. A Junkies plastic Thief.




c2019, july, truro, Uk, davedelacroix