For Henner Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
For Henner
I woke without you
it was fine.
More space,
a second pillow
and no bloody snores.
You think I care,
I know enough about you
you are not mine,
a pretty face
hung high from the old willow
a world of whores.
I found a real friend
it's Gordon's Gin.
Let, in the very end
the Devil win.
In memory and mourning for my
old friend and co-troublemaker
from High School. Henner.
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