Our Dude in Europe/dave delacroix/ "..When love lies upon the Asphalt."

Our Man In Europe/dave delacroix/dave delacroix/ "When Love lies upon the Asphalt."


(dedicato: Dana Forbes)


When Love lies upon the asphalt at the Strip-Mall, a Rose will grow, twix the Pizza shop, Liquor store, Fruit & VEG Mini-Market, Chemist, in Cyber-space (Parking: no problemo!); a "Post", a "VIRAL", that utters beyond ...where your Love GROWS, dies, or is just "talked about"?

Where you Love lies BLEEDING, faithfully, traditionally, kissing its OWN "Spectre": open lips that - even now? -  will succour/invitation to BIG HUGS, then kiss -like "forever" (like?) conveyed; All the time: Yet UN-fathomed: Betrayed? A very, very, close friend?

Where your Love lies NOW forever:  that lonesome Island, that premature THROB, that heart-fatality - Are MEN so bold they have forgotten? - And YOU: An ACHE, listing between Darkness and its successor? And just Who's the Fox and WHO the Hounds? Who sings OUR Song!? Heavy Metal? Or Anacreon , Poet Laureate of ancient Greece?

Love lies UNDER that over-ridden FREEWAY: Cadillacs, Mercedes-Maserati or PO' Boy Porsche?

When love lies bleeding, yet leading? And the Asphalt in the Strip-mall "hums" all night long...uncannily, a Rose "may" grow...for a Boy and for a Girl........between the
 Pizzeria, Liquor Store, Fruit & Veg Emporium, the Pharmacy...and the Radio-Shack Taxi Cab....to get 'em "Out O'here!"...
(Our wishes? Our wishes?)

.....And so it goes.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WHEN U get to die..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "WHEN U get to Die..."


When U get to Die, it'll be "alright", the clock will strike, the bell will Toll whilst all your "Buddies" sigh? And WHEN U DIE don't worry 'bout making the Bed, take the pot off the stove, kissing loved ones goodbye, setting your Camels free; it's a NO-brainer, a Salute to the wind, a gesture, a drum roll whose end U will never - - or come? - to hear complete; the APPLAUSE, the tears, the remorse, the sycophantic sting?... No deviant drug to drag U ON in aches and pains, that UN-wished-for TATTOO of your declining years?.. And not a HOPE of retribution, vengeance, vendetta with  whom to SHARE the same FATE but that U have GONE before?...When YOU get to DIE wear flowers in your hair (assuming U are not bald?) and INTIMATE to your Gentle Mourners: "Suck it UP! Take ya LUMPS! (And with a smile?) Say, as one who knows: Don't Despair!..."


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Our Man in Europe (O, how tired we are of U),dave delacroix, LORD BORGO, Sciacca, Sicily: "LUCIFER!!!"

Our Man in Europe (O' how  tired we are of You), Lord Borgo, ESQ., Sicilia, ITALIA:  "LUCIFER!!!"



LUCIFER, OLDE NICK, your Brothers keeper, a solitary light on a Moonless night, insistent; your Mother's WEEPER (?), Indolent, CORPULENT, your Father's METEOR and Sisters (U have?) of Mercy who SING in a vacuum of music-cum-silence or East and West or North and South on such a compound EVENT, a breeze in Time's flight, inclusive: a Bird's feather...?

A bird's feather,  into a hearth of hopes? -DESCENDING, twirling feather...to satisfy your PAGAN delight! INCINERATED, Burger-King, some sunny day? -Divesting (UN-clothed) , NAKED in Pagan delight, and hopes, wishes, fueled by latent desire? WHO sings your Song? Who BUILDS the Ovens of Negativity!?

RAVENS! OMENS! A Murder of Crows, surrounding "the FEW", a "Roncevalle" of IDEAS, hopeless-ALAMO, an Inner-Blitzkrieg, that UN-Deliverance, UN-freed, PRE-shackled, Under-spent, post-bankrupt, only AWARE of a severe Accounting: FORTUNE driven to its Sticking Post! Hung on its own Petard! A Poster Child! -"Woe to the Vanquished!?"

LUCIFER, OLDE NICK, kneels by your side as U PRAY to UN-entangle your supplement orientation? But CALL him by name!, as his shadow slithers across your bedstead, who's hand, just once in your LIFE, U did deign to GRASP or relinquish?


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "KOMBO!"

Our MMan in Erope/dave delacroix/ "KOMBO!"

(GREEK CHORUS:) These Inter/Net/DOGS, these Intellectual CURR'S who now Rule "The Capistrano", the Dynamic, the Distinction, between You and NOW and the glorious PAST?... Let us sing of OUR GLORY and  demise:

"Lonely DICK, lonely SNATCH, lonely Gal; a Honey dude; civilization IS not "elective" or so the story goes?"
Last night in Marienbad, last night, a Germanic thing; Statues turned from Silver, went Bronze, then turned to GOLD?...Would U believe it!!!?    IDIOTS evolved? Talent Colour became B/W? BLOW-JOBS transmuted, love abounded, a battle of Waterloo, SPERMICIDES, Ideas  DIED, torrential rain: a NO WOMB SYNDROME, just the CHATTER, You and  ME,  Vecchio Fashionista-s, Palazzi, decandanzi, a Rustica Cavalinio and the tattered Bride of Poetry?

And SO we Sing. And lustre, gusto, and SHARP WHISTLE! - Sing! (Try to KILL da  Saxon Bastards, somehow!?)

(GREEK CHORUS:) Lonely Dick, lonely Bella,, Honey Ragazzo: lonely Vita? And psychological mischief abounding; Freud, Jewish Bloke,  (lived on Hampstead Heath with a P.H.D.)  wearing a Toga? KILL HIM! KILL HER!  Kill Progresses HOLY "ID"!...But where would we BE; making civilization's SOUP? And HEAR US O' LORD, east, west, central EUROPE, in Heaven...thy dwelling place? Who, if not YOU can speak out...ALL good FAMILIES, in reverence...?

(MEANDER'S FINGER:) Last night in Marienbad; an addiction, my OWN disgrace, wandering, aimless, too OLD to be a MISTAKE like a bad Martyr who got his own living carcass off some barbarian STAKE then... HOWLED at the moon and cursed Zeus, Juno, Jupiter and then DANCE-COMMANDED upon a wild horse, a mission in his hand and the WORLD to be his LAND not knowing North, South, and the other 2 "thingies", butts, tits and a rythme?

(GREEK CHORUS:) "Sing U DOGS. Sing U Men. The Time is NOW; no repeating!....Be MEN!" And so we learn?

Last night in Marienbad (God is good?), God lent me Wings - traveller that I am? -  so that I could glean, boys and girls in romantic twine and weaving the tapestry of Man's Eternity and gave me THIS dynamic: A song, from the land where I was born,  it came to mind: "Are U going to Scarborough Fair?" And nearby, on Scorby Mills, I sat in the coastal cold and damp... and could wish like a Child.....for something like Evermore.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Elenora..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Eleanora."



...The antiquated, the antique, the insidious LIE; yes: Lie, and WHO dies on their Laurels, semi-unshaken, fallen, then who CRUMBLES like a Terrorists dynamic: "Allah Akbar-I really fucked Up!?" Survivors? The scarred and wounded?

Their Relatives; hands covered in blood with RACIAL HATE!? "U ASK me to be Forgiving? Let me KILL - for NO reason/Latent REVENGE!!! - your little DAUGHTER; bring her forth! NOW!!! BADDABOOM!....

Crazy young Ragazza (young Tunisian) lady, Eleanora, "Bussin'" tables with PMS; Growling - even at Me? - talks the Talk and walks the Walk!
TAKE A LOOK AT THE ODDS!!!? (The Gal is COOL! Got Tattoos, for Cris sakes!?)

WHO, in God's Immortal hand or eye gonna FORGE A CHANGE, UP-seat a Government...in the PROCESS of kissing your ASS "Goodbye"?... ELEANORA? YOU! Me? And IN the ADVENT, who amongst US, yes, US!!!... will Attack by Defending...and kiss her/his Ass...Arrivederci? (You get to swiftly die?)

The Antiquated, the Antique, these Time-Capsuled Mono-Cerrebal CLOWNS who shed the blood of fully grown, diverse, joyful people? In GOD'S NAME, in the NAME OF LOVE; ignorance is no longer an excuse and EDUCATION, now? -Our common zeal! Now UN-SEALED in all its ignorance!?... Some BACK STROKE of Thought?

Oh Generals! You?d better get Hi-Tech or hang on to those "Soccer Hooligans" (Cannon fodder)  because the REST of us ...ain't gonna Play!...Better still? Consult Eleanora, multi-tasking. Taking care of 20 Tables, single handed on a stinking HOT, Sicilian August  night?...! A Gem; a Nobility. The Few...




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rOCKùaùbILLYùKreuseberg!!...

MAGIC MUSHROOMS...


Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ A Quick Study in Magic Mushrooms, assisted by Sunflower, Deep-Root, The Magician and...Peter Pan. Oh! And Butterfly?...:)


...kock A billy: kREUSSBERG..bERLIN.

.......Language, like deciphering Marlene Dietrich, a problem, so lover-s accounts, so the story goes this side of Paradise or some Drunks advice, U may know, what U gonna DO, ECLIPSE, "corona",KISS ya Gal : "Arrivederci!" or HOWL, and,, whatever U DO, like in COSTA RICA don- we off the FRICKIN- road...your Street?


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, sciacca, Sicily..... Anybody know what time it is? Does it matter? Nope. Let me get back to U...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Desperado & Fast Gun Annie!"...(A Duet)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Desperado & Fast Gun Annie!"



DESPERADO...mixin', fixin' lovin', leavin', runnin' - temporarily - HIDIN' - from bills, bad credit, LOVE stuff; stuff like dat? Bianco, grande Sombrero,, Lamas Cowboy boots. Key chain on Hip, Rock mount stud checkered shirt, minimal elocution:  "Yah. Fuck my Dick, lend me $20, wanna shoot POOL; play Z-5: (jukebox) "Dwight Jokem!?"

Desperado: hot nights, WALL to WALL, hopin' da GAL "Saddles-UP", leaves, before a loving-connection...leading TO emotional servitude, a Creedence Clearwater HANGING; or  his INNER Soul: "Los Desperado" gets out his Six-String, gets STUPID and DOWN to write some Country Classic Song? And down in the DIRT...ain't that  just the way it goes?

Desperado, fish outta water! Chicago, Detroit, NYC or down town L.A.; only a misplaced wilderness that evaporates his prairie eyes in the Mall-strips, parking lots, the unpaid MOTEL rent on Ventura Boulevard, Guitar in hock for a bottle of JACK? (No song for a Heartbreak?)

Desperado! NO Wyoming, No Dakotas! No Nebraska domain, just that lonesome Greyhound Bus, TRAILWAYS, definition: Musician without Girlfriend: "Homeless", every day & night...tryin' to "check out" of the Hotel California...?

....As for Fast Gun Annie?

(In-sight-fully:) A SLIVER of Mediocrity slips into her Life: BITCH-new Gal, the NEW YOU, the new gal in town with an extended "Interest", a distinct NEW Credit Card?.... No church bell rang? -an UN-conscious TWITCH in her eye? A ring around the Roses: ATISHOO! ATISHOO!...but NOBODY don't... immediately die?

A SLIVER, a "hint" of her"LAMIAN" decline slips into place, a new wardrobe, a Chess piece, a MOVE later to be a KICK, an UN-wanted pregnancy; an internal Albatross that will drag her down, someplace, smiling, per Se? DANG! DANG! DANG! "Where gone that Man!?"

A Sliver, a blunt sword, a loaded gun, an ARGUMENT devoid of Reason..-KISSES HER, kisses her OFF: indefensible! UN-TRUE! And what she gonna DO? Clear OUT!? Join the PEACE CORPS? Marry the first Idiot who says: "I'll SUCK your pregnant concept? Become a Terrorist, re-discover her Aging Parents, plant a Vegetable garden...

....or maybe become a  "Waitress"...in a DINER ("More Coffee, Dick-Breath?), meet "People"?  And it's NOT the END, just "stuff", stuff  movin' ON: A kiss at Midnight - she polishes the .38 Special, place it under her pillow in the Trailer - under  her head - for a rainy day; a Duet, a  new SPECTACULAR SONG like the Desperado SAID "IN Believin'"...for the Desperado... who's lost his way? And his pretty head of hair in her shakin'  gun-sights...for that duet he would never write?



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