Goodnight...

goodnight


there's a dog on the floor
talks on the phone
...and the TVs on

there's a
phone in your hand, dog on
the floor, and some cash on
the nightstand

what should I do, little baby
outside and dark
and i'm
...finally home now

Sweet Dreams

A Funeral Poem..... from Memories of Me, Billy Crystal 1988

Now's the time to go to sleep.
Time to slip away.
Time to sat Sweet Dreams,
To the things that I love today.

Sweet dreams to the stars.
Sweet dreams to the breeze.
Sweet dreams to belly buttons that go in.
Sweet dreams to belly buttons that go out.

Sweet dreams to all the tushies in the world.
Little ones and the big fat ones.
Like the waitress at the bowling alley.
Sweet Dreams.