Periodically, I implode
my muse a well-placed charge
when set off correctly, it does
the job neatly, as it should, with
a dusty cloud of self-regard
blowing up something big
irrevocably changes the skyline,
surrounding landscape, leaving an
wobbly pile of rubble to be climbed
on and explored, sifted through,
then hauled away
Only then is it time to build anew
Wry smile confirms that I had a blast,
as my hat and hair remain askew
Ponderable polemics, poetic 