Confused

Not only have I not posted (or written) in a while, I have no idea what the hell I've written this time. But hey, I'm writing again.

He moved like a bad poem,
all stops and starts
and unexpected glottals.

There was no even tempo.
I couldn't get a handle on his
metre. His running was walking,

his walking was too fast for
comprehension. His circles
were uneven ellipses.

And in the end he was in the audience
and I was on the stage
and we were all confused.