Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....1,000 Times Before....

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....1,000 Times Before....

*for Brother Dylan..in Piacenza.


IT ALL BEGAN 1,000 SONGS before. Before Inception, before the WORLD, before BEER if THAT is remotely conceptual, a Freudian skip like Ducks N Drakes or a MOTH within, got inside a lamp, skeletal yet eternal, an UN-twining ballad of sacrifice... that spawned yet another 1,000 tunes.

It All began as 1,000 LOVES before your OWN broken heart decided, NO! NEVER AGAIN!!! -A Fool-s quest, HARD-WIRED in your breast, your Armour, that bullet UN-fired, sitting in it-s chamber reciting Shakespeare or Oscar Wilde as the sparks fly up-wards... or to kill the thing you love.

It All began 1,000 years ago. You caught a Cold/had to get off Time-s Highway. You MISSED the Boat, and WAILING, THEY SAILED WITHOUT ME!!!
Oh the laughter!
Oh the laughter!
And stamp your feet in rage into the next millennium, not for the FIRST time....but 1,000 times before.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....R U THERE!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... R U THERE!

R U THERE Mister Universe, R U there... Cheerleader from Paradise to Post-Graduate my Spirit into Tomorrow, far from the madding crowd... It-s Sooooo hard to BE a SEX SYMBOL but I-m trying Mah best twix Alzheimer's, poverty, sudden Riches and a le recherche du temps perdu... WHO! What Fucker! If I cried OUT would hear me amongst the Order of the ANGELS....Rainer Maria Rilke...OR! GOE and catch a falling Star!...John Donne. Echoes of Rhythm, Innocence, stark terror, or Guilt that drives ALL, that drives YOU to your Sticking Post...if not beyond...

R U THERE Missus Universe.... R U THERE. The MAMA of Lust, Sanctity, Sweet Delores /Our Sista of Pain, U 2 steps UP, down 3, like skinny Fred Astaire, nimble, skeletal, in a Pre-ordained dance of Death, UN-account ably, the Hollywood masses applaud /OU SANS LES NEIGE D-ANTAN, Yesterdays snows, now UN-founded in a whirlpool of Avant-Suck-My-Vagina-Culture, destination-Unknowing, least ways not back to the WOMB, UN-signposted, same as it EVER was, same as it ever was!

OH! I was forgetting! That POSTAGE Stamp KISS, that LICK-KISS on the envelope. I didn-t keep it. I should have. A Testament. A Souvenir. A POST-MAIL of TIME itself...without which BEING is worthless, forgotten and defused... or sit with Billy Shakespeare, U IZ or not IZ.

R U there! R U There! R U There!


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

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....Chrystalione…

*dedicato Anna Cimo

ONLY the things dat U MISS, like Souvenirs in a foreign land... dat BANTER, an ASSURED HUG, that HELLO-thingy,   dat said, Unspoken...I Love U, or that intimate Cry, Understood, a plate of Pesci, funghi, pasta con Carne, a Casa VINO SICILIANO, or a  COGNOSCENTI, to respond, like Yesterday, a Crystalline of THOUGHT in a gesture, a twirl of a Dress, a SENOR, a Comandatore!....at your Service!!!  Communication.
And now a Bela-vista so NOW , so far away, U knew...in your Soul., avante Bela, Bravissio-Viaggio-Senorina….Gotta deal with the Bad Boys. Write Home. Write a Poem. But never to forget the URGENCY that said, I must TRAVEL and I am GREATER than from whence I began!....


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, WESTERN UNION and My Offshore, Super-Rich Banking Account.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Western-Union....and my Super-Rich, Offshore, Cayman Islands  Banking Account.....

WHENEVER in NEED of a wild receipt from the USA or the FAR EAST my hands are sweaty, been broke for days, I-m ULTRA nervous and with THREE Money=BAR TABS riding my back, my FENG SHWEE Chinese-thingy....U got it. Under Surveillance, odd-ball side of Palookaville, my left testicle feeling POACHED!!!... Yet, in TRYING to SEND some piccolini CASH to a European Buddy in Need... the SAME WESTERN-UNION KHARMIC HORROR!
20 Questions. 20 Signatures.  20 questions about MEEEEE.....20 questions about YOU! I.D. Numbers. DESCRIBE yourself.... I-m standing HERE, u NAZIS  prick.... Describe the 50 Euro Recipient, dude….He has a wooden leg, parrot on his shoulder, sez AAARGH!!, repetitively.
He-s Bulgarian!!!
NO! He-s Romania.
Ensuing questions, favourite Polka, Waltz, Composer, many questions, am I a Philatelist, etc...Collect Stamps.

The Molto-Suck-your-foreskin PENIS CAYMAN ISLANDS, OFFSHORE BANKING system puts Western-Union to shame. They-d NEVER heard of W.U....Western Union.... I TALKED to Senore THIS, Senora THAT...Roboto/Accounto/Senor CAPITANO....

HOW MUCH do U want to place in his, your Offshore Account, Sir...

20 Euroes!

ThAT-ll do nicely, Sir. It-ll pay off your Cayman Island-Collect Call... Now! Fuck off! -U piece of Shit!...




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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... UBER-MAN!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... UBER MAN!

*Big Yellow Taxi, re-invented.


No worries, babbee, git Ju to the airport
Me/da Uber dude.
Boy friend screwed U, last minute,
we dont give a crap
all is solid and sound.
Night or Day, or Day or Night
U got mah UBER
we-re just tight!
No worries Bela
I-m your pizza-Mazzarella
the Uber-Man.

U stuck out in NOWHERE
or in Ghetto-Central
Da UBER-MAN
I-ll crash in there
like a SHERMAN TANK
no despair,
or pick U up in the Prairie Wild
figure U for my long lost child,
I-ll get U to where U wanna go,
I-m da Uber-man.

And SOMETIMES I-m the UBER-GIRL,
she-s mah SISTA, she knows the World,
she-ll get U to UBER-POINT
and from there, babe
ANYWHERE U wanna Go!!!

No worries, babbee,
if U with Child, delivered babies,
once in a while,
some say I sing too much my song,
I jes want the World
to get along,
NO place I cant take U
no better WORLD we can make,
U just call,
there to pick up-UP!!!
I-m da UBER-Man.
A buck a mile.
The Uber-Man.
Helping U walk a Mile...then SOME!


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....GENDER Suicide Note.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... GENDER Suicide Note.


*for Thea. It-s a Song...


….All bout Gender.
 All bout HIM.
 All bout Gender.
 HER. And whatever.....
Mostly Dude-A-RONI!
….The San Francisco Treat!

No Love
No Kiss
No VICTORY
no Saturday Night,
no Bella
no USURP my GOD,
burning crosses
in the light of the night!

And no WARM,
no calm,
no see/through-face
just a serenity
beyond the reach
my finger-tips could trace
of THIS side
of Gender,
intrinsically,
we ROOT
or decided to BE.

ALL about ridicule
sometime Fame,
hitch-hike cross rhe USA,
I-d do it again.

All about Life and Death
and all about Fear.
A kiss from a Maiden
marks Year after Year...

Ans All about Vanquished
killed on a whim
and all about Success
won on a whim,
like your kisses
lost in time,
some Gal up in heaven,
later, to sing
YANKEE-DOODLE-DANDY
to hand out
a CAN-CAN dance Champagne!



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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SILENT SAM, USA Civil War Memorial-WALTZ!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....SILENT SAM, USA Civil War Memorial-WALTZ!


*Civil War Silent Sam erected statues....Tribute to the Unknown Soldier.


*dedicato, Ragazzo Rebel E. Lee. Direct descendent of the GENERAL. We both raised a Glass in the Dume Room Bar, Point Dume, Malibu, California back in the 1990s...



Silent Sam...Waltz.


AVANTE RAGAZZI!
And welcome, my friends
WE find the World
UPSIDE down, again,
Australia is NORTH
and NORWAY-s gone South
with Cigarette Alarms
in every new built house!

Don't sally my Freedom
don't sally my Life
U Fascist-Socio-Body-Gestapo
I piss on your Knife!

Just pour me a Whisky
and we-ll sing that old Song,
TENNESSEE!
And we-ll drink
TO the day that we die!

They-re pulling down STATUES
-a new Socio-creed
and pissing on Heroes
like Robert E. Lee
who fought, as his Right
just like SILENT SAM
that meant SO much
to folks...in their Day.

Just pour me a Bourbon
and we-ll sing that old Song
ALABAM, Mississippi and ME...
and we-ll drink
TO the day that We die!

NO REPEATING History
fix North gone to South,
NO revision-ista!
to build a fake house,
take your LUMPS
and your GUTS
with all U have found,
yet keep.... your Powder dry!

Just make it a RYE
and we-ll sing that old Song,
the CAROLINA'S
not gone with the Wind!
A fife and a drum
a brave HURRAH!
And we-ll drink to the Day
that we die. And we-ll drink
TO the day that we die.

Now many a good boy from golden Arkansas
went off to fight not KNOWING War
and never, ever came back again,
for their MOMS....that Memorial...Silent Sam.



c2018,davedelacroix. For casualties of ALL Wars.