The Home Improvement Project

 The Home Improvement Project

I have a wondrous toolbox, filled with all I need

Abundant alliteration, artfully amplifying all I am

Similes like hammers, hitting the nail on the head

But metaphor a screwdriver, the proper tool for this job

Sometimes I’ll use a line break 

Tried writing a limerick, then I said “fuck it”

And everyone else can go suck it

“Try writing Haiku.

Forms got me out of my slump. It could work for you”

Said the 男 from Nantucket

to get my point across

And toss in a rhyme when I feel at a loss

Looking through the box, onomatopoeia clangs and crashes

As personification keeps playing hide and seek with me

I struggle with this project, hyperbole makes it impossible

I feel like I need meter, but I just can’t get it right

Even extended metaphor can’t fix this broken home

The tools can’t fix what’s broken

Years of therapy and healing will

But instead of fixing what’s already there

Maybe these tools can build something new