Sunday, July 4, 2010

interdependence

Q & A
 
I need you, out there,
to ask the questions,
feed my liminal factory --
imaginal machinery set to
engineer exquisite ideas
in shrink-wrapped phrases.
Tell me your shame-held
secrets, fears that track you
in the night.
Let me meld them with
trenchant fairytales,
legends that recapitulate
on cable news, vibrant stylings
of the Blues,
surreal cartoons rendered by
Nietzschean travails.
Let me take this mess,
sprinkle with inchoate memories,
bake well at near 99 degrees
until the odor overtakes the air.
Now, open wide and taste
enchantment, if your questions
and my answers
meet and satisfy
each other's needs.
 
July 4, 2010

1 comment:

Gloria Martin said...

I am thoroughly enjoying your poetry. Every word moves me in thought, and towards an emotion that either needs expression or delving.