Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Jerusalem.
dedicato. Georgia n Jake..
RELAX KIDS, We know each-other. Faces on the Milk Carton. People Lost n Found....I ALWAYS wanted to thank those URBAN Missionaries for RE-Uniting US......but, like YOU, I forgot. We were Street KIDs. Stick Ball and Nietzsche.
Still, we could go YAZOO and dream! The Possibility...
U AWAKE! Tits abundant. The LAST Pussy-Gallore. Pour, FOR a Shot!.-S-where generic fibre-hoar's, knickerbockers, where boy-Angels fear to tread or intellects, to guess the eyebrow of a Sunrise.
A longs way from the 49th, 9th Ave, place from whence we lived n died in Short pants!
I-ve heard poets Shelley, Keats say.
Sell me a Legend.
I get the Picture. N.Y.C. Manhattan SIRENS....Count the seconds! Every 20 or so. Across the river in Brooklyn, maybe tighter. In QUEENS, wear Short pants. Sweetie-Thangs. Lipstick Blood. Lanvin No 8 looking ALSO yowsa!... Working on Jerusalem, punctured.
Sometimes, some place, it sucks, U get to BE. Where U AT. Jerusalem.
c2019, dave delacroix. Woke up on the kitchen floor. Guess I had another stroke. Do U think I should get Life Insurance or just buy a Canoe....
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