Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ ...Route: 666

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Route: 666."


"...DA EMPTY PHONE on Wednesday don't count. Better Friday, twist & shout. FAT FUCK!? -hope he got the "MESSGE", that BITCH: Look for new BLOW JOB! -text-ing, 70 mph, Inter-state, I-70, denver Colorado to frickin' - who cares? - MAINE? And dat GAL I once loved and left, left her at the church, steeple, stairs, like an empty phone; click.

"...DA empty phone, umbilical: "Honey? Kids are OK? STEPHAN KING didn't mash 'em up?"-and,
"I TOLD U not to drive SOUTH of Cortez on  Route 666; da devils highway?"
(Incoherent chuckles from the kitchen...)
"YA DID!? Ya did!? Couldn't ya ad stayed at da DINER!?"
"S'wear am callin' from!?"

An empty phone, somehow, someplace, that wipes the Winter SNOT clean, across ya face; with no denying?...OLD DUDES consider sagging Dicks. OLD GALS "sigh": last menstruation.
KIDS "Pogo". No brain.
The kernel of your life...and an empty phone.
CLICK.




c 2015/davedelacroix/Ragusa-Italia-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Jamaica Town."

Our Man in REurope/ dave delacroix/ "Jamaica Town."


(A Sea Shanty.)


"...ALL THE RAZORS we have shaved, me Boys! All the bloody cuts and scarf's? The ORDERS, from fools above...wearing a tinsel crown? Your King? Your God? Gimme JUANITA at Porta Prince, or Megan at Jamaica town?
RUM, SODOMY, THE LASH: AND NO DENTAL PLAN!!?
I will sail no more for the Gold of Fools.
...Cap'n KYDD's burried loot??? -U ask;
Y'all better yak with the Ship's Cook!...



c 2015/davedelacroiox/CAPTAIN, on the Good SHIP: "Yo MOMMA"!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Curse of ISIS."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...Curse of ISIS."


The DANG hot summer! And now it's late September; git to wear some threads, man! -get to SHOUT: Fashionista-baby!, get to divert: Get to divert.

My BUDS (Marc P.) in the UK pray for Sun! In Sicily? Gimmie da rain; least ways, solar respite. Here, "Saville Row" is extinct (Geeves & Hawkes are waiting tables?) and Madison Ave, NYC, tutte-fossilized as well it should...excepting that ONE creation: the Fedora.

On the Sicilian beach, salt water sun blisters turn to MUSH. High end Paramedics circle my fellow beach Lobsters like dying mosquito's - the last blood/the dying in effigy? - and buzz, hum, buzz: an Administration.

"Does it RAIN like this out at sea?" -asks my Beach-bikini-Babee, from our sandy beach promontory.
"Sure does, mi amore." I reply. "WORSE!"
"But no-one is there to witness!?" -she half protests, half hurrahs.
I'm glum: "Nope, Cheri. Ce pt da refugees, moms and kids, who - as we speak - float in insanitary inflatables, now washing up on GREEK and ITALIAN shores?"
"But they are MUSLIMS!" -insists my beloved. "Will they INTEGRATE quickly!? They won't!"
(I pause.) "And situation, reversed, would YOU?"
"But that's NO ANSWER!!!" -retorts the YIN to my YANG.
I reluctantly reply: "I know."

The DANG hot Summer! And now it's late September....



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

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix esq./: "The Swan."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "THE SWAN."

(dedicato: Geena. With love.)


SWANS don't YAK, they glide and kill U with a SWOT of the neck, like a knife!
U SQUAWK? THEY scream...!
Some-one's dead, some die; the others, left on the other side: There's that.

Kiss-Gone! Piss-Memory! Piss-U! A kissed lonely fool. What's WHAT? What IS? -Just the sound of a Swan: "HIZZZZZ!!!!" -Just a sound. A Swan. Swans don't YAK, they glide...and kill U with a swot of the Neck, like a knife.

U SQUAWK? Swans Hizzzz!!!...THEY ska-reem! (SKA-REAM!!!). Some-one's dead. Some die. The others, left on the other side; And U? There's that.


c 2015/dave delacroix/modfica-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Monika della Luna."

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Monika della Luna."


HIPS sway, swathed in silk wraps,
nubile, and exotic eyes
that speak pain,
defiance and TORN rain,
glides, a phantasm: Monika della Luna.

Latin, sinew, movement;
traffic pauses
CHOKED on its own pollution of thoughts without/
too dark to fathom
...on Monika della Luna.

And an AGE of Soul
conveyed to her one child
without who
she would drift into Purgatory?
A phantasm: Monika della Luna.

...She mouths, "I love U."
Blows me a goodnight kiss
then switches on the Red Light;
A phantasm!
Monika della Luna...



c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in sicily-modica.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Yesterday's Clown."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Yesterday's Clown."


(dedicato: Denver Joe: A compadre.)


YESTERDAY'S Clown; no tears. No money for face paint that enhanced a ZOOM, that spelt magic for a million kids, who lived in sad rooms, once soared? Or a nostalgic voice, now edged RAW in Time's advent of - perhaps? -  a worthless yesterday? And PROFILE, those EYES, "a facia!",  that - cinematic ally - beguiled the "Bard's", or "Willie Nelson's" words, now: DANG! -fallen on hi-tech wounds that can never be healed? Like Yesterday's Clown. The Crestfallen. All the crestfallen, worth only gossip over a Vermouth in the hyena (critics) trough's endless day; a commodity for which no-one will pay, finance, or give the lee of way, hurting in its exigency like a NASHVILLE, over-looked back alley. NO clean-up. No Resurrection, like Yesterday's Clown, the destined metamorphosis of the Damned... who line the limited imagination of the multitudes.... And SO some folks would say...
Yesterday's Clown? Only Pride. No tears. Though I, declare my own.



c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Pozzalo-Sicily-Italy

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SMOKE 'EM if U got 'em!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SMOKE 'EM if U got 'em!"


(dedicato: Giada @ Cafe Adamo)


Smoke 'em if you got 'em! Your name be Leonardo, ZAZI, Alberto, GIADA or Sue; but the world awaits, awaits U?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em; sss-whats' mah Madre used to say, excepting Christmas or when-ever the Vicar came 'round, OR - for some unknown reason? - on Pancake Day!?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em, the Sergeant advised the troops...on the Thin Red Line; soon to be at heaven's door or in the Well of Souls?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em, Juliet sighs: Romeo? -"Get a frick'in job... or smoke ya bloody own!"

Smoke 'em! Smoke 'em! But chill with da "Toke'in." ...As for your future? Be well, be good, be safe. And try to be brave...when U die with that smoke on your lips?

Smoke 'em if U got 'em. Your name be Leonardo, ZAZI, Alberto, Giada or Sue; but the World awaits, awaits for U?...


c 2015/davedelacroix/our dude in Modica-Sicily. (Fireworks nite?)