Als Ick Kan, Mr. Markson.

Took the cold medicine
     Hope I can sleep
             Nightfall

We're all on death's row
            Als Ick Kan
               Silencio

A little sick tonight
A little bothersome cold
Please, please good sleep
I feel I'm growing old

I am no one important
Who will miss me when I'm dead?
Young sons sung
Keep them moving ahead

                    Safely led.

Give a soul a night of fearless sleep
                Good dreams
                 High hopes!

Pick up the laundry
   Pho for dinner
     Another day

Leonard Cohen in London
Quite late along
They don't let a woman **** you
Not in the Tower of Song

Dance me through the panic
Till I'm gathered safely in
Silent meditation
Help me to begin

                        Amen.