Friday, March 25, 2016

Losing the Thread Count

The world is not asleep, though you may dream
It dreams of you.  It’s busy with the bus,
Running late, and a list of shepherd’s pie’s
Constituents.  It doesn’t even snore;
It doesn’t toss.  It turns a blinded eye
Half of the time. You’re looking for a mitzvah,
Kissed from the dark side, full of hugs and zzzs.
You get an email, Jewish Singles Hot
& Holy Hurry Hurry.  Now’s the time
To turn your hot cheek to the cool percale
And hope the dead don’t know what’s going on.

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