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

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

I don't remember my Password
I don't remember your Name
I don't remember ANYTHING
can anything be the same.
I don't remember where we met
whether we kissed
fucked or had fun
on the run,
whether we went on Fuck-Book
photos, comments,
in the USA or Italy
and that Password-thingy
got me on mah knees,
should I respond,
the Internet ONUS
or some gig, like piano
in a stupid room,
Paris or New York City
a noisy street below
strangled by my own forgetting...

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