Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Safety-Dance!

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Safety-Dance!

Dis-entangle your UN-toward SMILE, get with SCREAM your Mandrake root. Jump UP, DOWN, find the DEVIL in your feet. A SAFETY-Dance, a clickity-clack, that whoosit! If U don-t know how, U R probably worthless!

Dis-entangle your Pandemic-brew, that SWISH, that GIG, U on the Phone, that heaven,  your deep Well, that silence and the HELL that leads U to your Sticking Post... where-from U arrived without identity, roots, WEEDS, or some grotto where, ONCE, a Knight spoke to a fair lady. Her name forgotten.

Dis-entangle that WEB, that intrigue, that CONSPIRACY, the whispers, what should, can or BE. Like an Empire, its SECRETS -the Power that lasts so long, but only for a reason. And the Night is long that never finds the Day, so some say. That Safety-Dance that keeps U on your way.

c.2020, dave delacroix.Madrid.-Spain, boogie to Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I-M SO GLAD!...Prado Museum, Madrid, SPAIN.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I-m so glad. Pado Museum, Madrid, Spain.

The 2 Detectives, Raymond Chandler, would be happy seeing me sweating, or being GLAD. Everybody has a right to be ...to be glad. Where Innocence gets to peek-a-boo. So let me tell U a Story....

PRADO MUSEUM. Madrid-Spain.

First attempt, refused entry. I had a flimsy Backpack. PISS-OFF¬!

Second attempt, refused entry. Must buy PRE-paid Ticket!

Why...

COVID. Museum is jammed-pack, a Sunday. FREEBIE. Every Back-non-Packer showed Up. Cheap-ass Tourists!

Third attempt. Tried PRE-Purchase Prado-Ticket though ONLY YOU HOTEL ATOCHA reception bi-focal dude...He reminded me I had asked him twice before, suggested I should HIKE over there for a THIRD time...in the rain...and luck out for a Tourist-cancellation ticket., some Jacket-brat old enough to be my... probably lives on Internet-porn ....whatever. Viva-Espana. Spoke English with disdain. Looks like a Non-smoker!

FOURTH attempt at the PRADO....Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I just stay IN BED, order Room-Service. After all, aged 65, dying of CANCER, I get to hang out UPSTAIRS with GOYA, Velasquez, EL GRECO sometime soon. Figure Me and the Boys-ll get a-long just fine!....Ciao to ALL Afficiandoes!...Asta la Vista!

c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope,madrid, big town, spain, on my way to Mexico.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...COVID U Sucks!

 OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix....Spanish Moss!

O Spanish Moss will U come back to stay! O Spanish Moss, tomorrow-today! Leaving Me hopeless, tomorrow-today! O Spanish-moss will U stay. And through out the night... holding U tight, O Spanish Gal will U stay...

O Spanish Moss, in sway ...and SING, no class-attitude ring, hot-cross-buns, blah-blah-fish cakes! How do U protect your PENIS-VIRGINITY....an English-thingy...Throughout da nite, ridiculous-people in School-ties!

O Spanish Moss. I gotta VISA to MEXICO. Yorkshire PUB for a BURRITO...Maybe I got it XACACA., least ways, out of sight of the STANK, British, insidious= lost Well of Souls. HP SAUCE....Slime for the ANIMAL FARM.....Boris !!!..

O Spanish Moss. I am Old! But still KICKIN....!!!

c.2020, davedelacroix....Madrird.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SONG!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SONG! 

Everybody got a SEASON, everybody got a NEW YELL. Everybody got a Poem, a Song or some way to say HOW YOU SHOULD GO TO  HELL. Everybody got a wise-crack, an IN-sight, a death-rictus smile when they pronounce your OPTIC, and bring your GUILT outside and  into YOUR eyes. OPEN-WIDE!

Everybody-s got a chance at a Smile. Everybody, ITS FREE, free to GRIN. The Sky, the Sun, the Beach, the Sea!!! All these things bout having FUN. Everybody got a shot at THESE, life-s bits and bobs. And WHO...amongst the Order of the Angels!.... I can-t hear your voice!...

Everybody-s got a LEAVE YOU ALONE when U promenade or sit at a table. Everybody got an  A LA CARTE, a pastiche, but ALONE. And everybody, to travel alone, no Internet, no cellphone, just oozing IN the cool-alone, everybody got, everybody got...alone in the Crowd! That Song U refuse to hear. And barely, accepting to share, cast before U on tomorrow-s tide.

c.2020,davedelacroix, madrid. Spainly on da plainly. ESPANA!

Our Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Manor House.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Manor House. 

DID U KILL THAT GAL JACK BRIGHT, did U kill that DAMSEL. Known to be out courting with...Did U kill that bella so sweet. Did you kill her.. in the Night.

Did U MURDER, did U destroy the love of your LIFE. AGONE! Jack Bright! Remember the NIGHT! Pots of Ale. Walking across the stream-bridge. Did U use a CUDGEL, did U have one WITH U, can U remember!!!...Drunk as U were!

DID U KILL or could be of  KILLING that Gal. She was sweet SALLY. The village Lassie. And oft to suspicion but no culprit in sight. Her scarf, her flowing dress in the stream, a Pre-Raphaelite-Rossaline, a bubble of air, her last breath that barely surfaced, drowned unto who!  Her Life-your SOUL!...Who murdered Who!

Jack Bright  now lives alone in a Government Council subsidized  House...Socialist-thingy. He-s old. Love-forlorn. Simple but fatigued. But ANOTHER old guy, Waldo Wright, self-contained. Lives in the Manor House. Gotta smile on his face. Plays the Lotto. Gets Salutes! Got Snake-eyes! Got his NAME on a Tankard at the Blue Boar Inn.

c.davedelacroix. 2020. Oct. Madrid-Spain.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Everything-ll be alright in Madrid, Part 2.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Everything-ll be alright in Madrid.

dedicato. 2 bright lites. John Hartman, Carol Aniello.

Nothing passes Greeds-Grasp when Inner-hunger yearns to mulch poetry or poverty like reptiles torn twix hunger and cowardice-reptile-voluptile, the kind U see in Hollywood....no napkins.

Nothing excretes better, more sublime than your best friend...in a Jam...a Lady Marmalade...who sells your Soul in the adjoining San VAL apartment for a Dime, a cold kiss, a line to the Paparazzi...

Suggestions! Ballet Dancing! A Life in the Boonies! Teach Mambo, Limbo, Fandango! Better still. Get outta DODGE. Everything-ll be alright in MADRID. Sword fencing an option. It-ll be alright in Madrid, maybe some day. OLE!!!

c.davedelacroix.  October-2020...ONLY YOU HOTEL, room 203, Madrid-Spain. 

Our Man in Europe...Our BRO in Japan, dave delacroix... It-ll be ALRIGHT in Madrid!

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... It-ll be Alright in Madrid.

dedicato. Borgia. Night-Guy. Only UI Hotel.

......Suffling-snuffa-jacks!!!...Blah-blah-Fish cakes! ENTRE-NOUS, twix u an MIO, less said the better, it-ll be alright post Barcelona. Cold at Night, blazing hot days. Breakfast too early, Dinner too late. ONE THOUSAND TAXIS await for your ECCO-consciousness. BELCHING POLLUTION.  How do U OLE your SENOR, for LIFE, in this high-heeled |Corrado...or SENOR....riding a SKEETER, zappin down  a STREETer in skin tight alleur...buzz-swizz. Hypnotized by your genetic devour!

Philosopher Rousseau... I sometimes THINK....Therefore, I sometimes AM.

Oh my snuffin-a-griping, m,y OLE, my MADRID, I sing of of my Madrid tonight. My despair. But I will be OK in this Madrid night. Where is the Voyage, that Ship, that Sea! It-s SINKING. I just threw shipmate Rousseau a PILLOW. Relax. It-ll be alright in Madrid!

JEEZE!!! Somebody just climbed onto my Hotel Balcony! Got a bottle O-Scotch too!!!

c.2020, dave delacroix. our man in europe.