Friday, March 1, 2013

Awkward Silence


Tic. Toc.
The second hand marks time
Like waves crashing on a dock.

Tic. Toc.
Sitting. Idly waiting. 
Mouths tightly locked.

Tic. Toc.
What's it been? Like, forever?
Nope, not according to the clock!

Tic. Toc.
Meanwhile Time, that old jester,
Just prances and mocks?

Tic. Toc. Toc. Tic.
Sigh, the quiet is grueling
And it's making me sick!

Tic. Toc. Toc. Tic.
You can hear a fly tiptoe
Outside a pane five inches thick.

Tic. Toc. Toc. Tic. Toc. Tic. Tic. Toc.
Please, oh please, 
Won't somebody make it stop?

Tic. Toc.
If this doesn't end soon
I'ma have to reach for my glock!

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