Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Drink to me always..."
In Winters cold, drink, Usurp, with eyes? I am yours.
In Winters cold? No despair, Kid! Ah's got a' Pontiac, gassed UP
and we've a long way to go?
In Winter's cold we'll kiss the fender of a new horizon; MAKE IT SO,
M-Fucker, a'la Hollywood space vomit! -the TV in the Lonesome Rhetoric MOTEL?
It's ONLY the despair of WAITING to see you drink to me with your eyes? And yet, a flicker,
UN-real, divines?
In Winters cold? No! No! No! Don't let me go? And I will BE, fine, like a New Mexico-
Arizona desert highway in some distant dawn?
In Winters cold, my sweet; USURP, and drink to ME...only....with those tiger eyes, for assuredly
I will not fail.
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