The repetitions work strongly here, Sharon, & (whether or not you planned on it) neatly undercut some of the conventional lyric I's presence. Shifty, in the bbest sense...
Doug
On 2012-03-14, at 11:03 AM, sharon brogan wrote:
> I don’t want to talk about it.
> The phone does not ring.
> Mail is piled up on the table.
> I don’t open it. I don’t want
>
> to talk about it. I pass
> through my days, oblivious,
> caught between that dream
> and this one. I don’t want to
>
> talk about it. I’m a fly, snared
> in a web of my own making.
> I don’t answer the phone. Mail
> piles up on the table. I don’t
>
> want to talk about it. “If you
> were a hallway, hungry mice
> couldn’t fit through it.” Don’t.
> I don’t want to talk about it.
>
> --
> sharon brogan
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Just a late night pilgrim
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Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around.
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