Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... FASCIST BBC....All the Samoozas U can Eat.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... FASCIST BBC...All the Somoza's U can Eat.


dedicato. Paul-Simon Kirby.


ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS, ALL the SOMOZA'S U can EAT. ALL dat BEGUILE, GUILTY, God, Countrymen, MAN, WOMAN but not your CHILD awaiting the Pied Piper, NOT the BBC.  Yet WHO cries out for the Cry-less, the UN-voice, the SILENCIO. The Fool on the Hill.
HEY WHITE BOY! Wotcha DOIN Uptown!
Now when I was a BOY U only had to walk 20 yards for some PUNK to say U were a Foreigner. We were All ONE, played on the Big Hill, buried our Kid Treasure in School Yard Romance, got our big Brother to Jack-knife the BULLY...see the latter to THIS Day in Taverns, to my dismay, across England-s towns, SMUCKS and ALL that Heaven allows. OMG. I pity their wives. I pity their KIDS. A legacy of SUCK. Some of THESE Swines end up Chaplains, Doctors, the WORST, as Lawyers, Captains of Industry or working for the BBC, apparently, Israeli Occupied Territory. U gotta wonder if they met their Match, from the Schoolyard to the Tele-Kibbutz. And ALL that heaven allows, ALL the Somoza's U can EAT. In an Intellectual OVER-DOSED  Tele-Com World, some Basil, some Oregano, not forgetting the rhetoric of Garlic...for their Soup! And all that Heaven allows. A vision of the World. Constant MAIL from UN-seen Bureaucrats demanding MONEY for BBC TV Licence FINES or FARE for an antiquated appliance... U do not own.... as in ALL the Somoza-s U can eat, a Life, a GIG, and all that SPACIAL wonder...that Heaven, righteously allows.

I wander lonely as a Techie Cloud...100 YEARS of T.V. Licence Fees....Whose Pockets!!!!….






c.2020, davedelacroix.

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

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Interpol.


Always tough to have 3 foreskins. Frank Zappa had 7. Jimi Hendrix, dead,  doesn't yak about it. Janis Joplin, also dead, ain't showng out on Facebook. Its always HARD  to be a Sex Symbol. WORST OF ALL, Exile, guaranteed Cultural Masturbation. A Life-time in ONE Bordello....Fat Margot. Tough break. Kicked out! From the CARRIBS, back to Gay PAREE....Gotta figure out her Linen. Make connections. Get her Photograph done by NADAR, NADIR, find out who cleans his House, make the connections! She can maybe make Un Franc. Don-t eat. FORAGE. Trash bins! 5 francs later she can promenade by the Gare du Lyon. A penniless, broke Grisette, newly arrived. She Pimps this Petite-Cheri. 10 Francs. Weeks pass-exponentially. And just WHY is the SALE of Woman-s Charms-Illegal, she does not question. On Sundays she goes to Confess at Pont St. Cloud where the glass-steel building of INTERPOL is  now established. Bold, Righteous! Crime-busting! Inter-Connected! And in it-s shadow, adjacent, possibly, where SPOOKS fear to tread, Le Eglise Pont St. Cloud whose Patron welcomes a generous donation I-m told.


c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope. 2020.

OOur Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Fat Magot.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Fat Magot.


WHERE-s the Goddamn Vino! Where-s the Goddamn Clown! Where the HELL is Fat Margot and ALL the RASCALS who made the World feel Round!

They R gone David, long since. And now no more.

WHERE is Jacobi! Bring me a flagon U Wench And Frick off or Die Young! WHO wrote that. Was it I...

They R gone David, long since.And now no more.

UP YA SKIRTS, DANCE atop the Table! My Camellia! My Rose of Yesteryear.! If my Ol legs will give I=ll DUET a pas de deaux and fall, to my shame, South-laughing!

It is gone Dave. And now it IS no more. Alas...And now it IS no more.


c.2020. davedelacroix, Tregolls hse. U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... St. Christopher.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... St. Christopher.


WhenU grind on Piccadilly
Slummin long Via Corso, ROMA!
U maybe Berlin KU-Damm
or Damstraat-Amsterdam,
Schieza! Ich bin align! Alone!

U might WHOOSH!
Nevsky Prospect,
please Grafitti for ME
...ahem! Maybe No.....
or at the Acropolis
then cry, maybe, Your choice
 on your knees.

When U get to Bologna
call me ANYTIME
I wont be there
but some good friends of mine

And if I see U in Seville,
OLE, dont ignore me.
I-ll be that KID
U wish
holding a Traveller-s hand.
......just with U.
Holding a Traveller-s hand
like St. U Know who!.....YOU!
-sharing your Traveling Joy.....


c2020.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Pushkin on the Nevsky Prospeckt.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....PUSHKIN on the NEVSKI PROSPECKT


Ivanna was SOoo nervous.
I said, nudging to her luggage,
NO-WAY-Babushkas
we get that GIBSON Guitar
from Russia to the Ukraine.
She said, SHHHHH-Pushkin!
I responded, Nevski-whassit.
And we a=hugged untill
we came home, rested
threw off our scarves, like
Kommisars, and Yes! There
was that Potoato....Vodky!

Swetlana, Like Ivanna,
and its a tough call blitz
but SHE was one of those,
she was my DAUGHTER
so we dug a hole
in East Berlin.
BIGGEST PROBLEM WE HAD
was all those SPY NOVELISTS
wearing Raincoats-Nation Health
uggly spectacles, lookin Jewish
almost good teeth,
like the Queen of Spades!


c.2020, davedelacroix, ourmanineurope.

Our Man in Europ, dave delacroix....Last Night in KIEV.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Last Night in Kiev.


dedicato. Angelica-Babushka-mi Sorrela, Countessa di Piacenza.


IT-S ALWAYS brutal when the Stitches come OUT,
A bummer when U see the Scar.
It-s always ragged when the Sunset shines
when that Capitalist-Bitch Blonde devil,
that U love, alas
nowhere to be found. That bloodshot Sun!

And IN the Garden of MADRAS CURRY
some like it HOT.....
A Pappadum for Your thoughts!

Nowhere places, Himalayas, Lamas from Peru
and that INCA whisper, Macho-Picha-pichu,
no OXYGEN for me or U...AND
please resusitate me!

Speaking of WHICH, USA yakking....No wonder those flakes lost the Superbowl!
Ignored the Cocoa-Cola TV commercials. Ignored the
MEGA=BALOO to feed their Llamas, Chickens
and their Kids!
WOTCHAGONNAdooooo!

It-s always ROUGH S-when U-R on da SLAB,
a Loin, a Thigh, a DUDE,
medium roast-SCREAM to the Wild-World
why don-t U
like a double-helix fool. Leastways look DEATH
in the Face! Mr NO PERSONALTY.  He Got Lottsa Buisness Cards.
Everybody, someday, get to count Em!

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yeah. Yup. We got DAT. I-m running out of
SMOKES,
BEER,
WHISKY, do not fear!
They BOTTLE this stuff, nearby
and the Clinical Sauasage, bacon, Pork Chops
of a Surgeon-s job on WAR-s Battlefield,
brought to PRIME TIME T.V.
 A breakfast CEREAL for the mind.
BRING UP dat RUSTY SAW, Sgt. Smith.
Gather around.
THIS one-s gonna be Trickey!

Summer days and nights, nobody,
no BO-HO Gangster knows
like Me, maybe U...a Last Night...in Kiev.




12 bar-blues,,,Its always BRUTAL....Stitches comm in Out....TWANG!!!!...JEEZE! Tune dat Guitar!



c.2020. dave delacroix, honorary Cornish Smuggler!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... A Grimm Fairy Tale

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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... A GRIMM Fairy Tale.


dedicato. William Houston.

..Noo HAS U KNOW U never believe a word that-s said in a late night Tavern after all and sundry are in their Cups at a time, going on 3 a.m., in Alcoholic or fervent drinkers time, lights low, most floozies gone on home, just a couple of Cougars, dilettante, Lads, in by way of trade, muscle=orientated, Bar owner hovering for his last ducats, ensemble, 2 tweetie gals in Tut-Tu-s, kid-waitress-s hoping for a break...in Hollyweird...or just to get back to their Clothes-horse digs of limited description, The Motel Sunray! 25 bucks a night, don-t look under the mattress! S-where they interned  MOB-squealer Louis-da-Weasel from NYC....WHERE WAS I... Oh. Yup. A million Stories abound about the DUTCHMAN-S LOST GOLD MINE in where-ever, Arizona, Nevada, Colorado.Anyhow, all this takes place in a Bar-Roadhouse between Colorado Springs and Cortez in Southern Colorado...SO!!! Old Dude, a BAR TABLE COMMANDER establishes his presence. Old ruffled 10 Gallon Stetson, Wretched Duster over-coat. Rockmount studded-check Cowboy shirt. Looked like it had seen better days. God knows what state his Under-pants were in! Tony Lamas Boots!. Anyhow We all, Bar-Dregs, gathered round. Lights were low. Everybody was wearing a Joint or a Cigarette and after slugging 3 large Makers Mark Whiskys with 2 Budweiser chasers, in a low raspy, saw-dust, 3rd grain sandpaper-voice....he said, ON OATH!!!......I think he was Scottish, maybe....Noo, I fund... the Lost Dutchman-s Goldmine....


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took away the bordello.