Sometimes I Fall Asleep Laughing

And laughing at certain stuff I wrote;

other times, wetting my pillow with grief.

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

i.e., a heart to go with your head,

or head to go with your goosey heart.

I just go traipsing ing along in my mind, 

thinking, I suppose, and come to a scream

of laughter, or else whimpered pain.

Frequently it's a laugh.