Poetry Keeps a Day

Poetry will not keep you warm Not like a cat nestled between legs But, it hunts down manic thoughts Gnashes the static till the mind gives Chases a thought till claws are bloody Keeps you drenched in sweat Yes, she mews for attention Till its cries grate every nerve Till I feed it words & want Poetry keeps me squirming Caught in a net skimming a deluge Waiting for words to be hauled The big catch ever escaping Keeps me checking the line Insisting I jump into cold waters Foolishly like Ahab chasing a tail Sadness is my white whale Mad with promises holey Poetry is a leaky bucket Catching the rain of words Within depression's storm Coming like a cat with a pail Impossible and torrential Ensnaring me for an hour Keeps me back for seconds Promising an easy catch Cold and slippery