April 13, 2018

Imagination

I have no imagination, none at all

couldn’t imagine a thing if you showed me

my mind’s as dry and as dusty as

old stuff cram-filling an older attic

facts? I’ve got them by the bucket-full

trivia? I’ve a nauseatingly endless stock

but of imagination neither whiff nor scent

I bring it in by bulk from outside suppliers

like Rembrandt or Hitchcock or Lewis

whose spirits, soaring where mine cannot be

fill my empty rooms with their brilliance