Oure Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Not even Midnight!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Not even Midnight!


dedicato. Joanie Blok.


It-s NOT EVEN Midnight when I got beat up outside a Bar, past Diplomacy, fists, boots, fractured ribs.
It-s not even Midnight when I said, BABEE, fuck U! And the gathering, sex-hungry Crew KNEW this side of N.A.T.O...North Atlantic Treaty Org., doesn't include the State of Tennessee! ...that I was a cast off,  throw away Mississippi fish bait, a chopped liver dude! That GAL had sailed...Oh how she sailed!
It-s NOT even Midnight, my Credit Cards BOUNCED and the damned CAMERRO, a heap of auto- junk, a spit on a rusty lance, only worthy of driving me to Hollywood or Hell, any which way but GO!
Hours and HOURS spread-eagled in a Parking lot, no Ambulance, no Samaritan of note! Thus I laid.

It-s NOT even midnight, the Deputy-Sheriff wants Eye-witnesses testimony...I mention a DINER, 3,000 miles away... and he wrote it down in his cop-book like Gospel.


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll house, truro, corenwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JACK WABBIT.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Jack Wabbit. ...A SONG!


DO U JACK Wabbit want to Jack Wabbit me too.. DO U WABBIT Jack, see some Bunny in your view. DO U PRINCESS-Alice, do U pirouette on ballet shoes, do U pink Tu-Tu, swirl within my view..
Do U Giraffe, see the future, DO the Rhino, balls on a-head. Do U Mole, subterranean, do U get inside my head whilst across the Brooklyn bridge I strum a song for you.
DO U HUMMING bird, pecking at my nectar, do U fly away too soon, OR Jack-Whatsit, gone and run away. And the Princess sings, a becoming after-math: Do U Jack Wabbit, do U Jack Wabbit...but the Wabbits long since gone.


c2019, davedelacroix, Tregoll House, Truro, Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Last Whiskey.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Last Whiskey.


dedicato. Reese Mulligan of N.Y.C.


The Last Passport, the last Certificate of Birth. The last Document, to say U LOVED, or I loved U, of NO intrinsic value. Search your Life!!!
The last DIVORCE, or Wedding-boogie, it-s ON file! Some Creep, archaeologist, mystery-bio-writer will spin his web, maybe ornate your wiles...
The last SYCOPHANT, that succubus, never got to fuck your Wife, disappointed, stretching the VAST-void embryo of Life to Death!  An IAGO consolation, where-as Angels only sing, flip-flop their wings-whatsit when U have a PULSE...wainscoting!
The last Whiskey, dribbles, bubbles in the psyche of the UN-born, fermenting in wooden barrels akin to the coffins of it-s Creator. Along with the discarded, forget cigarette lighters, but the hearts, theirs AND yours, ploughed through.


c2019, dave Delacroix, tregoll house, cornwall, U.K.
 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....The LIPS.

Our Man in Europe... The Lips.


Don-t Yak ta meh! Dat UN-requited Love. GOE and catch MARS, buzz a mandrake root, WHISPER-FORTUNES!!!

Don-t tak to Meh-babe on this Saturday-Alan Silletoe-Sunday dawn. PENIS-VAGINA'S down the Royal Working-class tubes of Rock N Roll. How would U like your Q.E.2 Sausage roll!!!

Don-t yak to meh when U EXUDE, when U sweat yet, your lipstick is still, PURSING on your liPS,
and I, No.14, of all the Studs U left behind, kissed...and gone!


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll house, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... ROGUE WAVE.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Rogue wave.


….SEND ME YOU TABACCY, send me your Molasses, Copra, or Slaves! Send me your Westerlies, your trade winds to GOLD, send me ALL... Once I was bespoke under God-s heaven to my shame and that I have lived now, yet before, the morrow, yet I shall live again! Send me your tempests, be stilled CALM, my voyage with hallucinations of Angels, I-ll for stand and devils that RE-wind the Sin of Man and makes his marrow bold. A Voyage! To Sea! THAR SHE BLOWS! Kill the itinerant, the SUM of US, the MAMMAL. Make him dead, a mould, putrefied in furnace, boiled to a deadly nightshade, an OIL to burn that scarlet -sea horizon, that on-shore-Shepherd-s delights the red sky a morning, all sailors take warning.
Send me your Tabaccy, me boys. And yet we plough Time-s dimensions, an oceanic curvature, the spray of the sea, rinsing our disdain and all we-re meant to Be, or in Being, to conceive, ergo... So hoist away me-boys! There-s Rum and Lassies for all, a Portobello, beyond the horizon! Broil the knave or a rogue wave that shakes our course from our wicked destiny. Who are WE to justify!


c2019, davedelacroix, tragoll house, truro, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Las Vegas Style.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Las Vegas Style.


dedicato Jaimie Montgomery in Henderson City, Nevada, U.S.A.



GOTTA ROAST
Gotta Dog!
Gotta Girl.
Gotta LIFE.

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin…..

Got some VEG
on the other side,
got a JOB
Got a GIG,
tell Sum-bitch dat cares!

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin...

Got a FEEL
gotta a KING
got the other, the QUEEN
and a Jack and the Spade-Ace!

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin…

Another night,
bl;inky-boo,
I-m thinking, my Tuxedo,
Las Vegas style..

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin.


c2019. davedelacroix. In MESQUITE with Fi-Fi. We got a Royal Flush!...




 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MAH BIG DAWGS!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Mah Big DAWGS!

dedicato. Sergei.


Anyway BUT which-way, DICKS, TITS, a song for ALL, of Kids who got OLD but kept their Soul. And the strangest School-fellows, Kids in the YARD, the BIG DAWG, somehow, in meaning, the One-s for Ever-more, tag-team, Rugger, scored a goal! Or-unexpectedly, played chords on a Spanish Guitar.
And it wasn't UP to Me.
And it wasn-t up to Papp;a.
And it wasn-t up to My MAMMA, or my Bro,
the rest of the School-class were SLEEPING.

GOD sprinklers DIAMONDS on the embryos of the UN-born, some say. Later, to watch the results in school-time Mathmatica, Biology, Chemistry, History or ART where, somehow, some days, on the school fields, the splendour in the grass, we prematurely fornicate and forge Tomorrows dynamic!

Who cries OUT amongst the Order of the Angels!!!




c2019, dave Delacroix, truro, U.K.....School DAYS, WRITTEN OFF THE CUFF on GWR railroad from London to Cornwall. Brought my own Beer.