over, under, around and through...

it's a tap dance with
no rhythm.
it's a waltz
counting 3-2-1.
no square dance has
four corners.
the tango isn't
done with one.
the two-step is
out of step.
the last dance
will always be
ashes, ashes
we all fall down.
trying doesn't
feel like doing.
even the leaves
don't make sense.
when they dance 
down the street
it sounds like rain.

I wish I were a tiger...

This big fella looks like I feel.
I want to beat up someone.
Take out my frustrations by inflicting damage.
...and then just calmly saunter away,
never to be heard from again.
bah. I'm in a sucky mood.