Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/our man in europe/ "Don't fear da Reaper!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Don't fear da Reaper!"


.....Don't fear the Reaper, my sweet?
 Like the tomorrow, a rendezvous, uncertain;
 where-as I, in love, true, am declared.
 Don't fear da Reaper, my sweet:
 RUST, bone, death and decay
 swallows PASSION
 whilst imagination, sprinkled,
 confettis' Life and Death's nuptials:
 Ask any Suicide!

Don' fear the Reaper, my sweet.
 Ordained? -Certainly! PRE-ordained?
-In TIME's (thee actual GOD) hands,
 there are no prohpets: Romeo and Juliet,
 together in eternity? To BE like they are?

 C'mon, babee, don't fear the Reaper?
 Enjoined, cloyed sweat and twist
 in a caldera of bliss,
 and a Universe, eyed, that the mind is yet to see?
 C'mon, babee. C'mon, maybe?
 C'mon, babee: don't ya gonna fear da Reaper!...


c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The girl who lived in bushes."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The girl who lived in bushes."

Mamma was a Fascist! PAPPA? -a desperate drunk... The KID, the girl, aged 5 to 15 was wont to go (retreat) in the garden, sit behind the bushes.
She grew. Years later some local kid told her she was "hot stuff", gave her a ring; they got married,  had 3 kids; In times of trouble (her local boy turned out to be a drunk), she grabs the kids and with soda and snacks, they live/hide in the garden...behind bushes till the "All Clear."
She had 2 sons, 1 daughter. The daughter, she too, later married a local boy-idiot-drunk who she  (the daughter) finally kicked out of the house. Lastly? -She cut down all those god-damn bushes!...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Too many Yoko's!

oUR mAN IN eUROPE/DAVE DELACROIX/ "Too many Yoko's."


...Don't wanna join your BAND:
 Too many Yoko's.

Don't want to hang with your Crowd?
-too many Yoko's.

Don't wanna go to Hollywood?
Too many Yoko's with DICKS.

And, YOKO? I don't wanna date.. with your
Siamese tricks.

EL DORADO? -leave it out!
 -too many Yoko's.

And I don't need a ride,
 this side of Paradise:

WHY?
(ya got it!)

-too many Yoko's.


As for HEAVEN? -WAY! WAY! WAY!
(drag me screamin' & kickin')

...too many frickin' YOKO ONO'S!



c 2015/davedelacroix/St. Pierre, Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hot Springs Deluxe."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Hot Springs Deluxe."


"Only the Good die young?" -the older I get,  the expression's validity cold-steels thru. And my living like "Chauncey Gardener" is not without some pain and much confusion, being there.

TOMMY! -def, dumb & blind kid? NO WAY-JOSE! A "Sam Spade" actor... and Maitre'D at famed MAXIMES, Hot Springs-Arkansas' music venue landmark. And a BRO to ALL, passed away: "In memoriam"

...Son-of-a-gun cracked me up with his "No Country for Old Men" -Texas haircut. (lasted for 2 weeks). A "Pard", a fellow Thespian, BLOODY ROOM-MATES! -Tommy had a BO-JANGLES wit for life's every roadblock!

For the great State of Arkansas and the SPA town  of Hot Springs, from Modica-Sicily - a Hot Springs look-a-like - to TOMMY, I raise a jar...the best by far...in a Hot Springs deluxe.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ PLASTIC MEN.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ PLASTIC MEN.


WE are da Plastic men,
 instant, applicable, a throw-a-way.
We are da Plastic dudes;
 hunger - pussy-crave! - like knaves,
 like a knave.

No kiss, no pout, no eyebrow raised?
 U need a friend? -Get a dog
...in the Economy size
who'll spread her legs on a Friday night,
 a plastic Baby-Doll'll do alright?

We are the Plastic men
 and VOTE if U choose;
 politico, War and Peace?
Plastc man forgot..so long ago?

WE are da Plastic MAN,
 resolute in stagnation,
 but at the slightest whisper
of a cold wind,
 the plastic shatters
 to hollow bone:
And so it goes. And so it goes.




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rimini & the Grateful Dead."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ RIMINI & the Grateful Dead...


Never been? Never been?
 But in Winter?
 -U don't know WINTER,
 U ain't never LIVED when U say
 U ain't "got nuttin'" 'cept da Summertime Blues?

Winter, cuore (heart)
 will sweep your empty soul
 and leave U
 - which  (Professors agree)
is good and bad,
 like a Nino Rota canzone (song)
 in a FELLINI movie.

 U GO to Rimini...and there's no-one there!
 WHOO-PEE-DO!
 And the tides gone out,
 hence: U, Venus in Furs,
wearing a  Russian capella (hat-thingy),
walking along the frigid, beach shoreline
...like a happy martyr.

Never been? Never been?



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ BOB MARLEY

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/BOB MARLEY


DIZ morning, DAT morning, DEEZ days?... Kiss da Gals and make'em cry?... More like the other way around, hence: DA BLUES.

DIZ "mezza-giorno", death in the afternoon, can't come too soon for some?... Palm trees sway, "Reggae" ladies PRAY someday you'll come back soon, like a canzone, like a song, Bob Marley?

DIZ nite, this night? So many, lost in the promise of love-UN-requited; only left to hunger for the new day, that ever-illusive tomorrow.
YIKES!!!

Good morning! Buongiorno! Misty morning (can't see no sun)? The rhythm of the SURF speaks your name, your flame, and all the mornings yet to come.



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