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.