Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....3 Songs on a broken Guitar.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... 3 Songs on a Broken Guitar.




1....


What we have
become
U and Mio,
we sailed the 7even Seas
yet then we get
a breeze...


Do U need an Ice Cream< No.
I just need to know
where I am Going...I-ll
see U in the Morning...


2....


That Butterfly in your window,
that splattered, crashed the Glass
an broke your heart
and left it ALL in pieces
will never come back again.


The Butterfly in your window
that flew thru your Soul
so quickly, then disappeared,
a B-W, old photo,


an Inherent mystery
that TO this day
murmurs in mystery
which kills or shades
your next...Hello!




3....


It-s only in your Smile
this time
I will devour
your Lipstick kiss.
I found long ago
your epihany
on an Egyptian sarcophagus
with a river, the Nile,
slaves at your feet
and reeds bearing Moses
and a Pharaoh's ring.




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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....Domani-Asperto!...Tomorrow we wait.

Our Man...in Europe, dave Delacroix.....Domani-Asperto!....Tomorrow we Wait.


THE PIAZZA, deserted
HOLLOW Streets
A kiss of Sun, an Arriverderci
like a race long since won,


an ECHO, disputed
by Ghosts of yester-year,
a solemn HUM,
a fond embrace,
a signal, a PULSE,
a photograph.


A table for 2,
an empty  glass,
a chair, an ashtray
lipstick-forgotten
cigarette butt!
A whisper of a breeze,
a SONG, we knew,
domani-asperto.
domani-asperto…




c2019, davedelacroix….last song in Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...BUCK-WILD on a Saturday Afternoon.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....BUCK-WILD ...on a Saturday Afternoon.

AH got a BUCK to take me home
some PIECE of your MEAT
that found its way into Your Dynamic
a SUCCUBUS, your ZONE!....
an We-ll sing DIXIE!

Ah got ah DIME to SPEND
that KID without No End,
some Guitar-Lost-Cause,
a Highway Kid,
stuffed in a Foster home!
..an We-ll sing NEW YORK!

Ah gotta a Check to CASH,
a Slave Ship and A LASH
that beats the BLUES
out of your GUE
and THEN
Pretends to Ask!

I got a Kensington, London, SMILEY.
I-m ALL done with BANKSEY,
Q.E.2, your BREXIT boogaloo...SINGIN

Some Kid in L.A., MOSCOW,
Lebanon, Detroit-Michagan,
a Phillipino….without the Sun.
And ALL the days and Nights
we Run, just run.

I got a DIXIE, some kind of Greet.
A Jamboree. Some place we Meet.
I got a Parish. A Kiss-Goodbye.
I got the beauty in your eye...I got
the beauty in your eye.

c2019. davedelacroix, ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....YESTERDAY aint Tomorrow....

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....YESTERDAY ain't Tomorrow....song 2, Who-d buy a Car!




Yesterday AIN'T Tomorrow
GOD has a Toothy smile
He-ll give U a WINK
once in a while
just to give U a HINT
or a Sign.


Some say LOVE is Nameless
N-doesn't have a Face...
IF SO, it-s in It-s KISS,
that shock, that SCAR
that Crimson on your face,


And Yesterday ain't Tomorrow,
it-s just a BAD Today
when I hear U say, Good Bye Babee
I count my Days
like SO many Maybe-s. Like
SO many Maybe-s.


A BELL is ringing, someplace
maybe not for U, and
GOD has a Toothy smile.
He-ll give U a WINK, a HINT,
once in a while a KICK!!!
S-what GOD does!....BASSO...
It-s WHAT God does!


Yesterday ain't Tomorrow
U-d better KNOW by now
an IF U DON'T the Devil will
and stick it.....FRANK ZAPPA....
up your SNOUT!.....BASSO....
Up your BOOGIE!


Yesterday AIN'T Tomorrow
It-s just a SAD Today
that Bell is ringing, someplace
at the Centre of your Maze....
BASSO...
this Song keeps rollin along!




….dedicato. Fabio Delio and Bella Alicia.




2... WHO-D BUY A CAR.


Who-d BUY a Car
Stink UP da World
GAZ the Child.
Who-d BUY a Car
a SONG
lost in the SMOG.


Who-d BUY a Car
kiss your NANO-future
Arriverderci!
ICEBERGS FLOATING
into
your Heated, Swimming pools!


WHO-D by a CAR
the OIL, the GREASE,
your SUCCUBUS
or latent greed
financed
by your reptilian INNER
INCUBUS.


Who-d BUY a CAR
when a Bicycle would do.
Who-d E-MAIL Me
when they could
on the Street, say YO!!!
and Greet...






c2019, davedellacroix, bar odeon, Sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Last BEER in Marburg...Germany.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Last Brewski in Marburg,  Germany.




Last Beer in MARBURG, lost-cold-weekend. Kids from Schwiesburg-ERONI, busked MUSIC on the STRASSA like Matadors! Had some FUN with Out-of-Town-KIDS from BRUNSWICK, cool side of BERLIN WALL...1976, ORANGE-AYRIAN-MOHICAN...Some INFLUENZA, Studenta, parked his ASS in our GIG, sayin, U FUCKERS, I am SICK, under my WINDOW, please do not JAM MUSIC, nor come back again. I got dah FLU... Everyone empathized. Then MOB-kicked him in his CEREBRAL, with WIT, passed the ASPIRIN and looted his Mind. Later, he played LEAD on BANJO!


Last BEER in MARBURG, my favourite TOWN. The CHINESE run the McDonald's, U order, and some Gook sez, SIT DOWN...we humble-bring your CHEESEBURGER, this IS the MARBURG...or INN of the SIXTH HAPPINESS....in Germany. Have U thought of leaving Town!
And ON the EDGE of town...pieces, houses, Villas...WW-2 LANCASTER BOMBER, destruction, that tried to get that AUSTRIAN Adolf Hitler ...OUT of U, perpetrated, the GOOK, the NIGGER, the FROG, the LIMEY, the POLLACK...names UN-ridden, FASCISTS, IDIOTS...in Marburg, Germany, ANY which way it comes around.  JEW, Muslim, Buddhist, Gentile, Fuckers abound....in Marburg.




c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... A Canterbury Tale.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... A Canterbury Tale.




dedicato. William Houston.




A Canterbury Tale.
A Canterbury DRUNK.
PILGRIMS!
A Canterbury Assassin,
Becket's head on a roll in the
Cathedral Nave,
bloodied by King Henry...


A Canterbury Tale
a Pilgrim, a sojourn,
our FEET, weary,
we need to wash them!
BISHOPS scurry,
Powell-Pressburger,
film-crews, b+W movies
Usurp History!


A Canterbury Tale
in ALL its Comedic-Gypsum
that crumbles in my
imagination
with Songs for Ever-more!
And a CHANT,
the KIDS, da Monks
who witnessed
or recount, this Insanity,


CHOIR long ago, NOW sing
 a Song  heard in a Tavern
or your FIRST kiss....remembered!
HERALDS!
Don't ASK! DONT TELL! A
Canterbury Tale.


Meanwhile, Chaucer-s HOLLYWOOD MONKS scurry, East and West
Come blow your Boog-a-loo!!!
Do YOU have a STORY
What IS your TRADE,
Scriveners decipher UN-destiny,
as U tread into Tomorrow.


NO SMOKING, by-the Way. DRUNK,
DRUGS a NO-NO!
That-s no Way
to tell a Canterbury Tale!.... So say. Anno domini, etc.,
falling smashed!!!






c2019, davedelacroix. vicola la marca, Sciacca, sicily.


























look for the FISH in the SKY, in Flamborough Head, a village IN-land from the SEA.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... OLD WANDA!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...  OLD WANDA!




I wondered LONELY as a Nigerian-Penis THROMBOSIS, in the mist, Under the MUSLIM Moon and ESPIED a young, VEILED Raggazza UN-masturbating at the sight of MORRIS-MEN, dancing in an English, Derbyshire Village= Countryside, hopping around and clacking Sticks! It was on SYRIAN T.V. Happy stuff.


I wondered LONESOME as a DUDE, some PAKISTANI-IMMIGRANT, no integration... HIRED A HIT-MAN to kill my daughter, a BRIDE, because she met...and fell in Love.Some Chinese Kid with Computer skills!  How DO I kill...the KILLERS of LOVE~MUSLIMS...My Daughter. Their Integration....Kissin White Boys! Kissin Black Boys! How do I TELL these CULTURAL MURDERERS!...Please GO away...


I wondered lonely as a CLOUD, an old Woman. Prone to Wine. A Sucker for a Tale... Yetunder my God-given-gaze, from where I belong, and from when I began. How DO I KILL this SAD Enemy.
Or rid it from my Shire!
.
Centuries of Mental Retardation, Ritual, and it-s INHERENT-UN-Rogue/Lack-lustre- MALE, a personification of a BILE that SMIRKS at Progress, to destroy an innocent Smile... FATHER! GRANDFATHER! Silent Mother-s...Your RAGS are in TATTERS, perhaps. IMANS look for their Bank accounts.... I Wonder lonely. I WANDA, like ALL of U, Lonely, IN SHA ALLAH, alone....


WANDA! U are never Solo.


I wonder, WANDER, disquiet, pre=requsisit, UN-believed, sometime YOUNG, now OLD Pussy-bag-a-bones on MY COCK-Suckin-KNEES, dressed in RAGS. I WANDA. My NAME is OLD WANDA. And I wondered lonely...as a frickin cloud.




c2019, davedelacroix.