Out Of Practice Poem by Kelley Larsen

I'm out of practice
talking,
other than thinking out loud
and that's
:
:
Crazy-
Still,
all the crazies
think they're
geniuses, they're
minds so
:
:
Deep-
Well,
Not all, baby.
I'm water in a glass,
cold as iced sun,
still as the rocks
we once walked upon.