Take 14: ...for Cindy Bacon: In Memorium
Jesus, girl! I feel like shit!
My bills are ALL off the scale;
I got bar-tabs,
a potential assignation with Dr Mengele: the Dentist,
the TAX MAN is sniffing:
-probably on my trail;
... the weather, quite naturally,
in the river Po valley...during Winter -
really sucks!
To cap it all?
I just heard. You have passed away.
NOT FUNNY.
In your honour? -I am drinking a vino-rossi; Barbera-frizzante.
THIS stuff, mia amica? -you would like.
But I must drink it alone.
Alone, I say,
but knowing MANY compradres enjoin me in my grief.
Who will remember your golden blonde hair?
Who, giving a thought, to your Swallows-flight promise?
Who, thoughtless, but now with great despair?
It's "the leaving", doll.
Carole, Sergei, I and ALL your Soldiers;
We have lost our Queen.
And so we bid farewell....and
solemnly grieve.
c 2011/dave
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