Bedside Bedsheets

bedside and bedsheets wrapped in a little miffed up ball

ball of fire set up in the corner,

they said put your head on the pillow

and your soul in the them words,

it’s poetry they say,

words flow like smooth silken lava

bright as the embers in my eye,

flowing like the tears when i sleep.

its deep mythical stuff, poetry.

poems of this and that, words together put

in sentences and ryhmes.

syllables and what nots

making sense, some just drab,

maybe a lot like this.

but then again

balls of little bed side besheets wrapped they are.