Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... I Forgot!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... I Forgot!



dedicato. Gal I met North of Alberqueque. I was hitch-hiking. She was ON HER WAY to be a Big Shot in L.A. Journalism. I miss her still though we never met. Just 6 hours on the Highway. Together!


I forgot.
I forgot your name
I forgot,
I forgot the Haloucaust,
the Death-Kampf
I forgot, too
our Anniversary.
I stayed YOUNGER
-forgot 5 years
S-how it IZ.

I forgot.
I forgot the forgetting.
\mostly \\me, not \YOU
the kind-a thangsta-
sticks in  your spine-
no-reason
a forgetting!

I forgot the Politico
knockin mah head
I forget the Poets,,,who bled.
I forgot
OUR Song,
How did it GO!
GAZ CHAMBER- Marsellaise
row on row....

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And WHO amongst the Angels will RE-string a Lyre and...woe betide!...sing a Song of DEMENTIA Vox Populaix!...as FORGOTTEN PEOPLE nestle in their Comfy Tombs!



c.davedelacroix, Chateaux-Vic-Fezensac, France.