XVIII

buddy,

since you asked:

its just fine by me

if i dont exist

hootie hooo

i have a big blackness

wrapped in furs

if i look

over my shoulder

and see the dogs

slobbering through the fog

slipping on snow

you can bet your life

that i'll run

we caught herr nazi

writing his memoirs,

all that they said was

"missing my buddys"

i see my buddys

rolling over and over

but like most things

they dribble away and away