Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Back in the Day

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Back in the Day.


dedicato. Darin Kavanaugh.


BACK in DA DAY!!!


PLATO. The Good Ol Days never were!

Back in the DAY when Men were Men and Sheep were nervous we ALL wore Green Leisure Suits with Combat boots and a nice Tiara. All set off nicely by the Epee....sword-rapier-thingy...carried on a Gold lame Weight-lifters belt.
Alas. No Selfies exist.



c.2020. davedelacroix. All along the Watchtower!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Virus Blues.-The IDES of March.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Virus-Blues.-The IDES of March.


STAY AT HOME, STAY in your Bhurka, stay in your CURRY, stay in your WHISKY, stay in your toilet. Stay in your LANE, stay in your Fame or Incognito, STAY THERE, stay in your inner realm.

Stay in your JAZZ, ya razz-ma-tazz, stay in your BOOGALOO, stay in your kitchen, make dat STEW. Stay in the things that U THINK belong to U. Stay, awhile. Let someone ELSE tie the laces on your Shoe. Isnt that how U got here! One first breath.

Stay IN your Face. Stay in your Waste. Gotta Toothbrush! And beware the ides of March.


c.2020, davedelacroix, truro, uk, the ides of march.....

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... British Rail...

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....BRITISH RAIL.

...The Train on Platform 4, arrivig=ng from Knutsford. Poet Stephan Rendall aboard. The Train on Platform 3, BANKSY on the 2nd floor. And the Milk-Train from Salisbury, now arriving on Platform 2...NO SMOKING, less We catch U!
The Train arriving in PADDINGTON where Welshma=en USED to depart now goes South-West, change at Exeter, DO NOT DEPART Unless U need a connection to the resurection with a Portsmouth Penis in your pants! As for your Parts, there-s NO guarrantee. Check with the Platform Woodent-tops, Yellow Jackets! Dont know nothing, just...NO SMOKING.
The Train to York Minster has a Buffet Dude. He got 10 AIRLINE Cubicles to serve and dine. Last heard, he was only on Carriage Number five, ran out of Soda, GOT SHREK, threw in the Job! Fired Up a SMOKE!
The Train to Brighton, one hour-South Coast. The passengerous RIOTED. There was nothing AMISS,
that Train, that Train, NO JOKING!...


c.2020. dave delacroix. Alles Verboten!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Song for Sylvia Plath.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Song for Sylvia Plath


Its ALWAYS tough when U R Indistinct, Creditors at the door, the Goverment Inspectot-1984 wants to see  your TV Licence. Unzip your pants. Show him your Laptop.
Its SO pazzo when your Can of Soup on the thingy, Mission Tortillas, frends invited, Post TAXES, death and Due, Penis Isolation, wotchagonnaDo.
WISTERIA! Wisteria U Bastard! I-m HERE!!!...
Its always TOUGH when U-re Pregnant, alone or got an IDEA bout leave me alone with a belly full of FEAR like U wouldnt know less U be Me...cant U see!!!...It-s ME.

c.davedelacroix.  

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....SPUDS and Violins

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....SPUDS and Violins



DAWG! DAWG! DAWG! ALL heaven SEETHES
get on ya PAWS
wag ya whassit
when U fail that ANGELS HEART.

BOO=WHOO-WHO! Who/YOU, Moron,
U broke, NOT SHE
thinking U now HOMELESS in Milano, Paris or NYC,
wotchagonnaDO!!!

Jeeze-Christie! Da Mandolin is DOWN in Pawn.
Gotta suddenly think bout LAUNDRY,
Spuds and Violins.
Maybe call 1-800-I-m Sooooo...So!

Dont the HIGHWAY always save U, worthless,
perhaps, and all the People that U meet,
that COIN, that Price...for a Song
that U prize Soooo well, Inturn.

Sway East
Sway West
Sway Uptown,
U know the rest.

DAWG! DAWG! DAWG! ALL Heaven SEETHES!!!
Somehow, sometimes, its all it seems to MEAN
like JAZZ, BLUES,  or Spuds and Violins...


c.2020. our man in frickin europe. davedelacroix.

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

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

Dedicato. Mary-Kay!


The Sunday Roast is DONE. Yesterdays feast. CHIANTI. Cheese-Platter! Saliva. Drooling. Then we get to CHOP all this stuff UP, make Stews, Curries, invite folks, bring Wine, sometimes...Usually,  Guests quite CALM.

SHE DONT LIKE WHISKY, Vodka or GIN
She dont like Roquefort, Camembert or BRIE
She dont like Beof-Burguignon,
she SHUTS HER MOUTH
then HISSES...Tobasco!!!!
TOBASCO!
Which is when I fell in Love!

DO U want Christmas
Like I want Christmas with U...

...All along the Lee Shore...OR...The Sailor from Gibraltar.
She-s got me by the NUTS
I can-t remember Wednesday
or when I should UP,
she sez TOBASCO, tra-la-la!

DO U want Christmas
Like I want Christmas with U...

Now LISTEN all U Cool Fellas
ON a Saturday Night
if that DATE aint WORKING
wear a Japanese Bandanna OR
sprinkle some MIDNITE
Tobasco, Tobasco, Tobasco
Yo!
Then sing da Song!

Do U want Christmas
Like I want Christmas with U...
DO U WANT XMAS
like I want Christmas with U.

And so the STORY goes ME-Boys! Lying naked on the Countessa-s Silk sheets. A handy bottle of T-Basco. on Tits and Mink. Just watch OUT when DA GAL smothers YOU in DIJON MUSTARDO and asks U to pay the Bill!


c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope all is fair and foul in love and war.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Coronaviris-White-Weird.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Coronavirus-White-Weird.


A Song.

WHITE-WEIRD
in a Golden Cage
she stares at U
across the room.
White-weird
in a frozen maze,
NO-way out
alone

Her TITS go UP
her tits go down
she stares at U
across the room,

White KID
some Brat on the street
who once U knew
without a phone,
White-weird
Santa-Monica
a kiss of Life
a silver knife
a phonic devout
that U will never hear!

Her tits go UP
her tits go down,
and can U spare a Dime...

White-weird
in a Golde cage
in a distant place,
distant, distant
all alone.


c.2020.davedelacroix. Just got back from Franze!!!