Unfinished - Bedhead

I told myself to relax

And dipped my fingers in hot candle wax

Then I rolled the wax into a ball

Over an inch wide but one inch tall

It was lopsided like the earth

Or my head right after birth

So I flattened the ball into a pancake

And thought of better things that I might make

Every time god makes a fist

He thinks of better things he’s missed

And how he has messed up

The earth is flat or so I made it

Even though the world prevents it

So everybody run to the ends

And jump off, it’s safe

We’ve made space bend like wax

Just float and relax