Sniper Pen

I’ve been in dormant await

My pen posed in a permanent state

Of readiness

Like the finesse of a sniper

Under heavy overgrowth

Of words.  The longest

Silent sentence I ever wrote. You never heard

Me watching you.  Reading you.

Listening to

Your moody blues

Reinterpreting your moves.

Got you in the crosshair

Of my viewfinder

Target on lock

Single blue dot

On the chest of your page

Waiting to engage in

Literary battle.

Hear your pen rattle

Out scant thoughts

Sssshhhhhh.  I don’t want to 

Compromise my hiding position

Be on alert.  Listen.

Heard you whispering my name

Thought I’d lost my game

Laughing at me from the shadows

Hoping I wouldn’t step back into the jungle.

Well the jokes on you Jack!

Cos I’m BACK! You ain’t seen nothing yet

Better protect your similies

And metaphors

Before my scatter gun approach

Leaves you breathless. Choked.

Flaying arms like a semaphore 

Flag. Count to 10 while you grab

Your wordproof coat and your inferred pen.

Got a perfect aim

So run now.  Don’t make me maim

Or kill you

Want to just stun

With my wordplay gun

Set you pelting through

The poetry jungle

Panting.  Blinded. Humbled.

Constantly looking over shoulders

See if I’m catching up some how

You’re numb now.

Make you question your identity

Wondering who sent me

Wasn’t a Prime Ministers call

To this word-army

I came of my volition 

Following my own mission

Bringing a coupe

Knock you down in one fell swoop -

Freeze…

Camouflaged behind trees.

I breath.

Sniper pen on grid lock

Ink trigger on cock.

New vocabulary loaded to inspire.

Ready. Aim. More FYRE!