Sometimes I Fall Asleep Laughing

And laughing at the stuff I wrote,

other times, wetting my pillow with grief.

It's one or the other if you have any sense—

if you have a heart to go with your head.

I just go walking along in my mind, 

(thinking, I suppose, is what it’s called),

And shortly arrive at a scream

of laughter, or else whimpered pain.

But generally, it's a laugh.