Angst, and other reasons why this is a Bad Poem

"Wind up monkey dance The street pumps Blood on wheels Light flickers on/off Heels and toes Heels and toes One by one the gray suit ties Slide upon the twisted walk Bend around the metal bars And driv..."

"Sensations abound Sensory detection, reflection On life Stimulation, motion Strumming the cords of creation Existence, point defined One thousand points the same Laws and boundaries Broken beyond repa..."

"Staring down the road It's been the same for miles. Four dark men stare back at me Sharp and twisted smiles. Pound the glass that's fogged Scream until you're coarse. Pale and drained of blood And now..."

"Colors can dance in my head But I can't catch them - instead I find their living counterpart Do what I can to rip apart Their tiny wings, my clumsy hands I pin it up, and now what stands But what once..."