By Tracy
Date: 30 December 1997

Fresco

A crisp drunk night
Swinging to the stars that were
Draped in the sky
Oh, the sweet decadence of swoon!

You are thick gravel coffee on my hung over stomach
and
so
I 
am
so
alive! 
And as my tummy turns sour...I think

Just hang on tight (I will, I will!)
fight the dizzy nausea

Comfortable never,
Intoxicated forever
As I dig my heels into you....