Our Man in Europe. Dave Delacroix...Highway-whiskey-My Sunday Afternoon.
Highway Whiskey, NO Signpost, that kid who stared U in the EYE. Song out -Sing got! U, with your GUTS, that CRINGE, that UP-toward, Ya Preacher, who says, let it lay.
GOD DAMN If don't know, I killed the Laws of Salomon and who am I to say....
Highway WHISKEY, NO Signpost. Banjo-Man, doin the best...I THINK I got it someplace, I think I got it SOMEWHERE, but there-s NO deciding....
Highway Whiskey, NO Signpost, no Indication. That Kid of your OWN, who back-stared into your FACE!
and re-affirmed Heaven and Hell....in Tomorrow-s reflection.
JEEZE! Must I carry this anxiety alone or can I BOOG-A-LOO, make a PARTY, invite UUUUU....despairing, sometimes, chopping Carrots, onions, making a Coq au Vin and thinking....how can I CHEER my friends ….on a cold, UP-coming Spring day, my Sunday afternoon on a highway-Whiskey. No bloody Signpost. The smear of your kiss. No for better or worse.. A souvenier….Jon Donne. Poet. 1600-s.....Goe and catch a falling star....
c2019, dave Delacroix.
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