Anti-war poem

It’s New Year’s Eve, of 1968, & a time

for Resolution.

I don’t like Engelbert Humpeldink.

I love The Incredible String Band.

The War goes on

                           & war is Shit.

I’ll sing you a December song.

It’s 5 below zero in Iowa City tonight.

This year I found a warm room

That I could go to 

                            be alone in

& never have to fight.

I didn’t live in it.

I thought a lot about dying

but I said Fuck it.

Ted Berrigan