EXPLOSIVES AND DEMOLITIONS
I classify the NOUNS in my arsenal
in ascending order:
and anti-tank mines
the matches, cigarette lighters
CONJUNCTIONS, PRONOUNS, ADJECTIVES, AND ADVERBS?
just so much
fuse and firing wire
My poems aren’t about a daffodil or cloud
no, my poems aren’t pretty— they’re crude, they’re loud
I am the Ted Kaczynski of poetry...
gingerly shish-kebabing hair-trigger words
into these lethal combinations, these
weapons of mass description…
if I’m not meticulous I’ll blow my damn fingers off!
So before you read one of mine aloud
you better yell
FIRE IN THE HOLE