MY ARSENAL

        MY ARSENAL

    I like to stack them tall
        or end to end,
             but then I dread
                I'll find a dud I've penned.
    Each syllable feels heavy
        in my hand,
        a sharp, slick sound
            to pierce and then expand.
    Like shrapnel
        multi-meanings pack each shell.
    A shot with match-grade words
        set to propel incendiary sentences.
        I use the slightly fraying phrases
            as a fuse.
        Oh, the satisfaction,
        oh the fun to set with care     
            then hide the trip-wire pun.
        or plant an ode or sonnet meadow
            with no hint of hidden mines
                of symbol, myth.
        Believe me
            no offense meant on my part,
                but every bullet's
                    aiming at your heart.

 

 

Reviews

[DJuan Thomas]

I really enjoyed your poem. Writing about the construction of poems symbolized as an arsenal works wonderfully. I like "incendiary sentences" and "plant an ode or sonnet meadow."