Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...KSS me Dorothy, or Don-t!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... KISS ME Dorothy, or Don-t!

dedicato. SAM. Gal-bartender at the White Hart.


Kiss me Dorothy, or maybe DON-T! I got held up in Tuscon, Arizona. Dat kind-a town. Louise and Louise, swell gals, tied me to dat Desert Bungalow. U know. The one outside of Death Valley where all the Hipsters Go. I didn't have a thing to wear. 3 hours later, after the Poker game, an Ace of Spades covered up my Nobility. U HAD to be there. I signed off EVERYTHING in your name. My Credit looked almost good till Le BARON de CINCINNATI, who swore he was your ON LY lover challenged me to a DUEL...It was, FOR death valley, A NOVELTY. everybody tried to look serious. So we wasted away on Absinthe, squirted thru sugar cubes. People, especially da GALS yakked Mazet Bar, Paris, lotta squeakin. I was personally tense and nervous. My very own foreskin quivered in its Y front UNTER-groovy. I hate to be specific. As for THE Duel. As I write, there-in lies the outcome. Never trust a Pub-s toilet facilities on how many Condom machines are displayed. Sometimes U never get your money back!


c2019, davedelacroix, truro, cornwall, U.K. Keep ya Knickers Dry!!!

 

OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix.... The River Po.

Our Man in  Europe, dave Delacroix.. The River Po.


Por mi grande Amici, Andrea, Tallulah, Andrea, Paulo B. e Grande Ragazzi e Piacenza, Italia. Tuna-I-Miss-U!!!...


The River Po.


When we went  back to my apartment the fridge was a science project, the flowers over-looking the Italian river, il grande PO, looked like suicide. There was a stank whatsit in the air. I told Bella-donna...forgot her name...to relax, wear a Nurses uniform, maybe a French maid or a Schoolgirl, twice=divorced or looked  like she-d had Botocks. Act like her  ORGASM,  that was first and fore-most. Sometimes that-s how it works out. She applied herself like a Janitor. We-d swap  Uniforms. She was going to mount her Man and park it, her recollections, and record in her Blog.com. Boog-a-loo!  I hoped I-d get a good report, sans Selfie, this side of the river PO. Yet I don-t imagine I ever did...of  Me, Her, or YOU ...looking into YOUR enquiring eyes...Kids in Kits. Washing dirty feet as the river flowed.


c.2019, dave Delacroix, 89, via campagne,  Piacenza, to the ends of the Earth.
 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...U da babe.

Our Man in  Europe, dave Delacroix... U da babe...


dedicato. Anglelica-Babushka, mi Sorella in Vita.


u da babe
mah babe
u mah babe
tonite

u the thang
got dat ring
u crystal
the light

u da swing
make me ring
swinging
so, and to go

u da babe
mah babe
u my babe,
my heart
tonite...



2010, davedelacroix. All rights R righteous!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... Charles Bronson.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacrooicx…. Charles Bronson.


dedicato. Jim Boyd. ….I woz Best Man at da wedding. HURRAH!!!


Uk O.K. G.B. Euro. Howdy-doody! Waxing my Surf Board, New Quay....Did I ever TELL U bout my DELIVERANCE. I was in Marrakesh, surrounded by  Arab-frickers! We stayed UP all night. So, anyhow, moving along,  there I was in PENZANSE, Cornwall, U.K. , fishing place/ I sang M<URPHY...ya HAD to be there. Better still, the ONLY Woman I ever loved, her name was EDITH. She said  Wild thongs, Lupe-Louie....in CORNWALL...It-s in England.... So LATER she husband me down, plenty of noise, U know the cool Venues, her business card, CIRCE. And many decades later I would cry. PIRATES, Smugglers and their WIVES!!!
I ended Up in St. Ives. A town named after a CHARLES BRONSON movie. Go figure! Nuttin makes sense-AMIGO!


c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Just US in L.A.

Just US, just u Babee and ME in L.A.


dedicato. The Unwanted-Wanted!!!


...Crooning.... Just U and Mio, twistin round in Santa Mponica Tree-ose, when I confessed my Love, I shot U with .38. So the Papparazzi spiel!
Oh Babbee, it didn't have to be that way, I-d just robbed a BANK and got clean-away, we could-a made it  as far as BARSTOW then hired a Helicopter to the stars!
Oh DAVE, U LOSER, don't U know the Gun is registered to my old boyfriend Mendy Menedez. He owns NIGHTCLUBS, for chrissakes! Dat Buick 6, lime green, reminds me of the GIMLETS we USED to slug at Victors Bar on Sunset Blvd, but wotchagonnado! Your Laurel Canyon bungalow is TOAST, and out in the San fernando Valley they got a 8 x 11 b/w  OF YOU when U did that Orphans of Cops Xmas show from Sherman Oaks to Encino....assholes who write Songs bout Ventura Highway should ALWAYS be wacked!...and that Bartender on Van Nuys, NO BOOGALOO. He just went OUT of the sniffle business! They broke BOTH his Arms!... Can I make a suggestion...U look COLD my love on the backside of the Cadillac. Let me put a blanket around U to keep our Love warm...We-re OK. Driving to Santa Barbara, now passing the Ventura County line.
Gonna stop at Neptunes Net. Fish place. Buy mah dead Babee some fresh Clams.


c2019, davedelacroix. tregoll hse, truro, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, daVE DELACROIX, Since U been gone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Since U bin gone.

dedicato. Sylvia in Freibuorg, Germany.


Since U been gone, since U been gone, I thought of U, since U bin gone. SINCE U BEEN GONE I wished for U. U sliced my Heart-pastrami, I heard U joined the PEACE CORPS. Since U been gone, a Missionary. Somebody I could never figure.
Since U bin gon, VIOLETS BLOOM, Lucretia Borgia KISSES me.
Since U have gone, life is MURDER or a Golden Fleece, your Paris-boudoir, the latter.
SINCE, YO!... Since U being so, HUMA-HUMA-PHUMA, MY FOOT IS TAPPIN, BABEE, SINCE u BEEN gone, TAP-TAP-TAP AND...lol...where was I....Since U been gone! YUP. The Fool. Some Kid in your immoral train of Womanhood. Where have U gone my LOVE, my Beast, my Beloved, please Whisper...…………………………………………………...


c2019, dave Delacroix. No Heating at Tregoll Hse. Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Sil vous plait...IF U Please.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Sil vous plait...If U please.


dedicato. Isabelle.


BITCH LEFT ME STANDING, LIFE left Awaiting. Wearing mah TWO TONE ZOOT SUIT. Amah NOBODY to be with a FOOLIN. Gotta Smart phone, access to a PORSCH-erini, a RESERVATION at Luigis, je nais respondez dantan, BITCH!

Yet ONCE it was SO simple. We lived near a FOREST, wore basic-designer clothes, took Selfies, recited RAP songs till the Cows, in revolt, usually stampeded in another direction. We painted the Trees with Industrial laminate, then drove our Gas-Guzzlers to the nearest pastoral dynamic.

A pristine Café, Village square, where we-d discard our detritus, paper wrappers, beer cans, used tampons, piss in the street , and wail, flightingly, man-s IN-humanity. Tee shirts in WINTER were always my biggest GRIND. I was developing a Beer-gut. RAGE! Blow U WIND!!!...Frickin Shakespeare!

Someday, some time...it was OVER.

Bitch left me standing with a torn tee-shirt. Bob Marley, some fricking Cool band logo. I KNOW I am WORTHLESS. So now how I seek, looking for that solice in my SOUL. It-s a Wednesday.
Bitch left me STANDIN! Life left awaiting! Je nais pas recordez, et tu, dantan...Ou sans les neige...dantan. I don't remember yesterday...and I reach for the Wine, sil vous plait.


c2019, davedelacroix.