The phone

The phone sits muted
by the bedside table
harbinger of news
don't like it when it rings
leave! it's the weekend - i dive under my pillows

i'd rather read the papers
the magazines, the internet
at my own pace
my eyes carress the rounded curves
i put it away to be mulled over

later
later

Petal P. Rose

In your head...

"I am not of this world." "We are not in the same world"

I thrashed my head - side to side


adamant
"I don't believe it! Don't!"
Not for one bit


Hah - not possible, just in your head



Not of this world, not of the universe?




the pieces that don't fit



in your head - - somewhere..






nowhere


but your head.

Petal P. Rose