poetry* like ***
you and me
hell let's make it three
let us find the perfect word
and ride it to the end.

in a spirited fervor
a tornado of limb and lip
tearin up the town, unabashed poetry.

exposed, we dive soul-first into the inkwell
in the distance, a tsunami approaching
tension builds underneath the surface
submerged in our wave, the rhythm takes hold

clouds collide
a warning signal
a thunderous revolt
white hot poetry
strikes again.