Roy's.+Haiku.

I vent my anger. Now, there is yet another: A hole in the wall.

Down the hot pavement. She flops down in the shadows. Teeth, nibbling at paws.

The sharpness of each. The fast, precise swipes by hand Sends cards skyward.

Accursed zipper jams. Irascible, I am now. For I jam up the chains.

The busy streets of town. Full of gregarious crowds... Nobody cares much.

Winding up and down, A whirl of blue and purple, The yo-yo spun again.

She gasped in horror As I reached into my sleeves. And withdrew my knife.

My eye twitched in rage. As the lead of the pencil. Snapped in half thrice more.

The hot, sweaty palms. With the pounding of his heart Showed anxiety.

Arm back, wrist angled, She launched the knife steadily. A true connoisseur.