Day Six
The bed broke. And- being short of wood -
I carved one from the flesh
of many watermelons.
The forgiving medium
- a wet kinda velvet -
made me a king, and
- being not short of melons -
I dreamt of a swim
in a cool, crimson lake.
I drool in my sleep
and awake with a splash -
refreshed, polka-dotted,
with many melon-pips.