Profound?

by Stazifer Stazington   Apr 27, 2010


Noiseless static
frantically panicing
in thin air.
fingers tapping
sleepy boys nap
rapidly eyes dart to and fro.
like an oar
stuck in row.
don't take me down,
my proverbial clown.
drowning the smoke with
a stomp on the ground,
profound?

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