Don't phone. <br />I won't be in. <br />I am learning to be a corpse. <br /> <br />Just now, I'm foetal <br />A beaker body, with knees drawn up to chin. <br />I am practising the ultimate in post-natal. <br /> <br />But when you're dead what happens to your head? <br />Where thoughts roll round inside the skull like marbles? <br />Do they leak out, like veins that have been bled? <br /> <br />I am learning to be a corpse. <br />I want to know. <br />When I am dead, where will my daydreams go?<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/learning-curve-3/
