Because:

I wish to register a complaint with God.
My dreams keep fading.  No-one

quite grasps it.  Everything and everybody
is a cliché, until you move

words around.
There is a direct conduit between

wit and the nipple. 
I need to release

what's underneath.  Salsa dancing
horrifies me.

My funeral will be poorly attended. 
It's a low cost venture.

There can be only two reasons why we are here:
grow wiser, be creative.  Sometimes

there's a buzz.
I am entering a tunnel beneath my head.

I feel less guilty when I do.
The next step forward

is re-mystification. You can't improve
on the blank canvas

and
even weasel words need a home.

But, do you want to know the main reason I write poetry?

It's the final resting place,
where a full stop sings.