Poem

by Larry Fagin

     Sleep faster, we need the pillows. Yiddish proverb

I went for a shvitz but it didn’t solve my problems (old age, sickness, death). I
hung around with young people but nothing rubbed off. I came to the point but
found only the moot. What are you doing New Year’s Eve ?  Better I outlive you
(pl.) Who would manage the details — design, production, promotion,
distribution — you ?  This mechanical life. Already the work (casein on wood)
looks sure of itself. Get next to it. Cement not what it’s cracked up. They’re on
their way, the judges. Speak responsibly. Do we need a premise ?  Look for one,
anything lying around will do. Simply put a little in your hair.