How do you like this free verse poem I just wrote?

Walk, walk, walk, as each foot makes in desperation, to kindle the spirits of 5 others and drag a scoundrel to a spot unlike any known on earth. Such a place is new and only new by being the one of sole drink of choice for the soul and body. Upon compost of leaf and grime, grunge of gelatinous kind, comes craning of my neck downward and force of torso lower as to whisper between my knees...