Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Promenade des Anglais.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Promenade des Anglais, Nice!

dedicato. mary-anatasia witherspoon.


SO THERE I WOZ WALKING down Tel Aviv Boulevard, no Yamaka, BIG foreskin, trying to YELHA fit in, GALS left to right. To BE, Shakespeare! Talmud resuscitation's! Give it my best BAR-funny! At ze Cafe-bar... Make MINE a Bloody Mary with a Yashmak! Make it snappy!...
Getting KICKED OUT of a Bar is pretty easy but getting kicked out of a Country, it  needs some work. To date, Costa Rica, Canada and the U.S.A. EXCOMMUNICATED! I feel such JOY!!!
 I-m STILL working on Andorra, Luxembourg, San Marino and the Vatican City! Figure I-ll keep the BIG Countries for Shepherd-s PIE. In TUSCON-Arizona under Stetson hat brims, serious Cow=gals always ask, Y-ALL LOOK DEHYDRATED-BOY!!!.. More thoughts on THIS at another time.
....To My sweet Ladies, North-South, East or West...A Pastiche! I can usually, if not MOSTLY, for U, scrawl a POE...hang on!...a POEM... to a ZAPPA-Tree...on the Oromenade des Anglais!....No worries!
JEEZE!
Friends lack such Confidence!!!


c.2020/davedelacroix. tregolls hse, truro, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Selling Dave by the Pound!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Selling DAVE by the Pound!

IF I KNEW THE Danish Surgeon, nubile, blond, tri-lingual and her Brunette-Diva Nurse, bela-ragazza with MIO at a beer-belly 64...please lie on the SLAB...had known, maybe I-d a worn DAPPER-DAN hair Tonic. Least ways, tuxedo pantalone.

I-m a Dapper-Dan Man.... Age 64, Suspicion of Melanoma. Melanoma. Music Instrument thingy. Thought I PLAYED one of those whiz-keyboards back in the 80-s! But SOMETHING different. U never know, ask anyone, if your Dick is alright. And don-t tell me. Either way, a good name for a Band.

Oh Medicalo! oh Canzone! A Song in my heart!
Take off a LEG! Better still, take my Heart. 4 Decades of HELL. S-why I write these god-damn Songs.
Take off an ARM, give me  a Cortisone Shot, CUT Me OUT DAMNED SPOT and sell this Dave by the Pound. Gift wrapped in something blue.

Fortunately, DOC DANIKA was Au Fe with my Texas drawl. We bonded. The Lamia Nurse stayed out of my face whilst I gritted my expensive-full rack of dental implants from Costa Rica, silently Non-screaming, BEE-BOP-A-LOO=PAH, under my breath.

SKIN-CUT, scraped, NEEDLED, Bayeux Tapestry, hoping Doc. Danika was on her Game. A Pound of flesh cut OUT of Dave-s upper-flank. Two Sweeties in the Charnal House. All serene. The Clinic House music played.


c2020,davedelacroix, post op. Always been a Why-ner!!!...

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Pied Piper.

Our Ma in Europe, dave delacroix.... Pied Piper.


NOT A CHANCE!...Babee, U fall in Love with Me
NO-WAY JOSE, kiss ya Ol-Picador, arena, OLE!!!

Not a GIG,  fandango-Gitano!
Whisper memories, HOW We survived

as I sing U a Song of Memories, just WHO
gat RAPED this side.

Not a GLANCE!...Do U Mirror in ME
the horror, the KID, fleeing, OLE!

And not to divest the comensurate hate, the
PIED PIPER, nevermore in need of Planet fate...


c2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... TRURO, The Naked City!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... TRURO, the Naked City!



Witch-service!
Cops!
U mean The Police!
Yo. EMERGENCY! S-why am callin 999!
Yes...How mai help U.
CRAZY BASTARD Banging on OUR windows! I think it-s Psycho-Ollie, Suite 19, Tregolls House, Falmouth Rd. My Name is, I-ll spell it..... HURRY!
I-m sorry. Are U reporting a Civic disturbance...
CRAZY BASTARD BANGING on my Window DUDE! Send a PROWLER!!!
I-m sorry Sir. Could U please spell your Last name...
IDIOT. My Name. My Address...He-s a CRACK HEAD!!!
Could U please give me your Address...
YOU FRICKING ASSHOLE. Crazy-Bastard banging on WINDOWS, SCREAMING ABUSE! Where-s ya fricking SUPERVISOR, ya PENIS-HEAD!
2 minutes later...
Repeat ALL of the above in SECOND 999 EMERGENCY CALL-TRURO.....
5 minutes later...
I go out to Complex forecourt. COP VAN. No Lights. Where can they be...
1 minute later CRAZY PSYCHO banging on my Garden door.
I run to front of house-complex. 2 COPS in black jackets. NOW! NOW!~he-s fucking up my back door!
1 Cop seems semi intelligent, responding with a canter, his side-kick seems more concerned with ME raising my voice! What a...nevermind.
Cops and Psycho disappear into, I guess, Pyschos Crack Den.
Nobody comes back to report or assure me the situation has been resolved.

THIS has been a REAL TRURO CORNWALL 999 EMERGENCY report. There are 38,000 Stories in the....TRURO... Naked City!...THIS has been one of them.


c2020, davedelacroix…..

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JESUS-s SOCKS!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Jesus-s Socks!


I lost my SOCKS but I might still STRUM my Song of Yesteryear. Every things IN, down in PAWN, my Concepts, my Ideals, my Ambition, my BOOG-A-LOO, especially my Bee-Loo! BLOODY ANTHEMNIC CHOIR only rubs salt into wounds, J.C. never had it SO bad. BLOODY WHINER! I. MIO, can-t even get some FRICK to donate a Cross. 50 bucks!!! As for COHORTS, Barabbas and his Buddy, long since VAMOOSE, became Expert-Witnesses on Crucifixion. The GROUPIES, Mary-M. No blow jobs for Christie except at Lent and only when Fish is a la Carte. The Resurrection Cave does a Romantica Couple Special with breakfast. Nice decor. Love the Laura Ashley curtains. Petrus Fish. Paul-s Disco. The Saviour-s Promenade, the ruins of the very Oven where Judas faked his death then split on a Expenses-paid-for Mediterranean Cruise. Check out the Apocrypha Brochure!
I lost my Socks but I MIGHT still strum a Song of Yesteryear, especially if I thought, outside of a cold Winter, such abstract things were of value.


c2019, davedelacroix...our man in europe....in spirito sancto.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BAD HAIR DAY!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BAD HAIR DAY!


Frickin RAINING, Cornwall-U.K.
LIPSTICK smile
Smeared, with my Kiss,
eternal devotion, Unto U,
GOD,
a Sabbath for Amy, a Kaddish for Joe.

V-2 Nazis Buzz Bombs,
WHO gets killed NEXT,
One MO -Live!
Second MO - DEAD!
Eternal Resolution,
a Sabbath for Amy, a Kaddish for Joe.

FRICKIN World - as We know it! -
AUSSIE-burning
Jack-knife Politico!
World-Boogie!
Yet even WITH my kiss
Unto U, GOD, still,
a Sabbath for Amy, and a Kaddish
for ANYONE...on a bad hair day...

..who-s looked into the
MIRROR-ELECTRIC... Yoohoo!


c2020. dave delacroix. The Rising Sun Pub, truro, Cornwall. After meeting AMY, 19, and her Student Buddies in the Beer Garden. Absolute NUDE fotos of DAVE are NOWHERE available!!!....Its SO hard to be a Sex Symbol.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... LOVE STORY.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Love Story....Storia Amore.


ON THE DANK SIDE of Town where We dwell, nobody-s got Less than 3 Credit Cards, 2 Cell-phones, 6 ARMANI Tuxedos, SYPHILIS and a clapped out Porche!

On the dank side of HELL where the CASINO own-s your THONG and your latest Satin-Doll can see THRU your BOTOCKS, Ciao-Babee-Good-Arrivederci a tube of BOLOGNA!!!

On the dank side of Town, mobile-UPWARDS, in PAWN the TIMEX, never mind the ROLEX. That sucker ain't worth a dime on Bond Street, the Champs E-Elysee, KU-Damm, CORSO V. I don-t know. Milano or Roma. U ever BUY a Naughty B-white photo from a guy in a Panama hat...

On the dank side of the ZOO, pushing 30, going-Napoli...So I read DANTE, viewed LEONARDO and THEY say, Lago Como!.... Drowning-involved.

On the dank side of love, blitz-krieg-dementia, I write...the ON-going story of Love!

Oh! LOOK!!! There-s a God damn Butterfly!...


c2020. davedelacroix. New Years Poem. Tregolls Hse, Truro. U.K.