words

I sleep with books under my pillow
words of God and man
paperbacks
novels journals volumes

sometimes they spill out in the night
tumbling down to the ground
splaying their laborious innards

and I think of what I've written there
nights when I can't sleep
or mornings clouded with dreams

how just last night
I read some poetry
and scrawled out all that was painful
all that was trivial

words that speak of loneliness

putting my own words under my head
and now I can't escape them
and I don't know where to find you