The Bed Head

I liked to sleep walk

very much so did I like to walk this way and that way

and all the way

over here

It was the greatest excuse the world had never known

Unaware---

of my ware---

my whereabouts

I walked

down

stairs

Because it was easy to do these things with no one knowing

all the while

over here

in the middle of the night

Until dawn---

when they took a wiff of my dead breath

and found the peanut butter on the light switch