Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Street of Fame.

Or Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Street of Fame.




OH BABEE don-t WRITE tonight. LET IT BE. Oh Babee, I-mah ON my knees, no PLACE to be... going for Tomorrow-s denizens who will take your WORDS and make them SNEEZE. Oh, my Lovely, let your Pen rest.
OH my Dear, make no VOW, better kiss the pillow of Love in this early darkness, the shattered mirror of Day that can come to Usurp your Dreams. I beg U, Unfound!!!
Oh my darling do not CONFINE-this, our love, a falling star. Let-s HIT the road, drive through the night on Ventura Boulevard till Hollywood where, there, U can walk upon the dead Stars of Fame
and possibly weep.




c2019, davedelacroix. Sunset and Vine. New years Eve. No Traffic. With Actor Steve Lee, R.I.P., a dedication.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... HAFIZ

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... HAFIZ




It-s A COLD TOMORROW, Kids. Always was. Like the Good Old DAYS that never were....There-s NO Cosmic diatribe, NO Prophets, no ABRACADABRA, no dude or babe wearing a Veil or a Hoodie. The PERSIAN Poet Hafiz...before the MULLAH Zealots censored his Writings....


Do NOT play with the Tigers cubs nor shatter a woman of her illusions.


It IS indeed  a COLD Tomorrow. As for MEN, Shakespeare, like Hafiz, has something to say.


The Night is LONG that never finds the Day.




c2019.davedelacroix. Milk. 2 bucks. Bread, 2 bucks....Maybe I can by some Brussel whassit!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BURRITO MAN.

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




BURRITO-MAN
all dem GALS
complaining, TACO-MAN, too short,Quesadia Twins
like dat Enchilada Gang,
and Cerveza got NO Biz on a Sabatta Notte,
BURRITO-MAN
keeps it all SO tight, El Brazzos!


Burrito-man
wishes away his Sombrero
enjoying the Fiesta,
musica-ranchero, and kisses for Juanita.


And there-s NOTHING wrong, nothing strong, nothing, a
strum on A Guitar.
U Fools that WIN, no Paradise,
Burrito-Man ever-more.


And ALL them Gals, Tourist-Senoritas too
will never know why Burrito-Man
is so Cool.




c.2019, dec. davedelacroix. Cinco da Mayo!!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... NO Dominion!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NO Dominion!




NO DOMINION, NO Katsoo, no Cognoscenti, no Lavoro. No Boog-a-loo, just ME, YOU and the CLOWN U walked In with!
No WAZEE, no Being, nor Being Free...I lost the Coupon!
Gone with wind like SO many Friends.
No JAZZ-a-ratazz, no Blues I can think of, just twilight, Insight and the spectre of a lonesome Tomorrow.


MILK, BREAD, BUTTER, EGGS, SUGAR, COFFEE. -Grocery list. The Market closes at 5.30p.m.




c2019, Dec. Ourmanineurope, davedelacroix.

Our man in Europe, dave delacroix.... DANZIGERMANN

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Danziger-man.



HE WOZ DA Danziger-Man
The D.Z.
He was HER Man! He was her Man!
The DANZIGGERMANN!

Nothing I could DO. Absolutely NUTS!  Nuttin-about it... even though I cared.

My GUITAR, my LUTE, my Balalaika,
electronic foot-pedals, light-lazer shows,
NO BOOGIE. Tried Marcel-MIME. A WINK!...Not a chance.

HE was the Danzig Man. The Male IRON. Prussian. Polish. CHESH! -some kind of Gig!

Took her for every penny she had!


c2019, davedelacroix. Seaguls cryin in a dawn sky!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Greensbro, North Carolina...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Greensbro, North Carolina. Black Boy...1945.

…..Still awaiting for mah  MA, my Mama, with my eyes wide open. A song of Victory, accordin to the Neighbors. On the Porch, sittin, MAMMA-s missin, White Boys ragin, runnin round with TORCHES in this Bottom land.
The Time-s A-changing, I-m sittin, thinking of JEESE, who I sit next TO in SCHOOL.


c2019, dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe,dave delacroix... Hollywood Massus!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Hollywood Masseur!


A PAY CHECK FOR Jesus
and GOD on the other side.
Do We kiss, do WE write a song
some time
in L.A.

A KANGAROO just danced across the Designer Lawn in
Laurel Canyon, by Hollywood.

SHE-s UN-cupped
Bikini at the Pool,
YO! I KNOW.


The Tourist Bus arrives.
This is where-WHASSIT,
Mae-Blessed-lived...Clark
Gable, apposing kitchen window.

We rent this place. The
tall Palms are Imported...

Would U like a SHOULDER
Pay-check from Jesus
or can U afford
a rub on the other side...

OK Girls. Disappear.
I-m getting MISTY. Welcome to the Hollywood Clinic.

A Pay Check for Jesus
and God
on the Other side.
Do we Kiss or write a Song
sometime, in L.A.



c.2019. davedelacroix, L.A. boogaloo.