My World Of Words.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

words are scattered in
bed.
the sharp ones are on
my pillow.
blunt ones insist
to lay on the floor
blocking sometimes my
way to the
rest room, for i pee
more often
than normal.

i told them i am
sleepy and what i need now
is a good sleep.
i summon the bees, and
i am counting the sheep
jumping over the
fence.

i am a funnel and the words
liquefy into my head
always getting into the door again

colored letters in my sleep
still wanting to tell a story.