Monologue from a Mime

Standing on the edge

Of a cliche,

About to teeter off

Into mediocrity.

The monotony is a pain.

Waiting on the richness

Of the next line,

Before it skitters off

Into poverty

With its half pronounced rhyme.


Less than or equal to


And the irony

Of an expressive medium


To quantify it.

Cause nothing is worse

Than a short burst

Of inspiration --

           The sensation of something sublime --

Being utilized

On the endless invasion

Of the senseless nothings

On your mind.

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