if you're looking to impart meaning
you've kind of missed it
the point that hits home
is the one so close to heart
fed by swoosh of blood
and the reason you put it on paper
is because you must
compelled like frog croaks
from the depths of its belly
it's froggy lust, it's genetic imperative
or maybe you write for no reason at all
the poetry falling out on to page
a baby giraffe from a height
into dusty earth below
a mess of afterbirth following
