Phone Rings
Phone Rings
One day in my apartment
As tired as a mouse
Try to get some peace and quiet
I plug the phone out
Pick up the clothes
Wash the dishes then
Clear the bed and mop the floor
Phone rings
Get the phone and plug to wall
Lift up receiver, answer call; oh what patience
A very important person is on the line
I listen to the ring, and the phone is not plugged in
As if coming from a far distance
In the future of this time
The sixth sense awaken
And time is standing still.
William Morrissey 6/14/98 vision
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