Poetry Is...

Poetry is ripping notes off of a page and ferociously sticking it against an other. As you steel stone from mother earth and with all your might you thrust it against the cold, deep green reeds of the ocean but retreives to your hand once again. Poetry is a snake that you don't see until it's to late the beast has sinken it's jaws into the little poisend piece of of meat and is on the grownd belly up. Poetry is plunging into great big heeps of fallen leaves. Swinging from branch to branch but never really getting anywhere. Like coming from a walk of therst but no water to drink. Clawing towards the top and falling down, down, down...