Bang!

Send for the sappers!
Blow the magazine!
Let's hoist the petard!
A forlorn hope will
storm the battlements
of the acceptable.

Bring the background up
to the foreground - damn
the consequences.
An anti-hero
dances antic
between the subtexts.

Why play it safer,
spew out the pablum:
“just write what you know?”
A modern Paris
decides between
his -esses wrongly.

The fuse is chick-lit.
Let's wait for the explosion.