Tar
Anger, frustration
Bubble in me like tar
And the oozing flow of stress
Creeps down my arms while
Much-disordered energy
Springs up from my toes
And coils itself
Around my legs, my hands
Infuses my eyes
With runner�s wind
And they race
And dart and zig
Abruptly dance
Around and zag
It sneaks around my mind
And pads the inside
With thick foam until
I sit alone inside my hear
Empty, energy
Pointless action flowing through
A river as I watch