If I Write Down Words

If I write down words that pour from me like water rushing from a rusty gutter carrying my cries in the flood with decaying leaves and the smattering off the roof of droppings from so many ceaselessly cooing mourning doves, is that a poetry of sorts? If the aged shingled roof leaks at its eaves (like my eyes) when wind blows the rain nearly horizontal and the house beams creak and sound like corroded hinges when seldom-used doors are opened, has a trope occurred? And, is anything -- honestly -- more than almost senseless patter? Does it really even matter?