Open Poetry #36 |
Recipe for Disaster |
JesusChristPose Senior Member
since 2005-06-21
Posts 777Pittsburgh, Pa |
Place the 2 main ingredients Inside a fishbowl And with license & authority Blend them together As evenly as possible Spread the mixture Onto a sturdy and secure baking pan Take notice how the mixture Settles into layers upon layers Consisting of love, trust, passion Friendship, understanding, & compassion Cover for privacy Now, carefully place the pan Into the oven on the center rack So that the layers heat evenly Baking time varies And is beyond the control Of what is in the oven While it’s baking Outside influences will Adversely affect the layers by: 1. Constantly removing the cover 2. Manipulating the oven’s temperature to varying degrees 3. Attempting to speed up or slow down the baking time by either moving the pan to the highest or lowest oven position. 4. Sticking their noses in the oven, and then turning the pan in numerous positions in order to observe the layers from different angles Until… The timer sounds The oven shuts off And onto a table At room temperature The finished product Crumbles apart into pieces of hate, mistrust, apathy, anger, misunderstanding, & bitterness "I have gone away. The bed is cold and empty. Trees bend their boughs toward the earth. And nighttime birds float as black faces." |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
OMG! This is a classic keeper! excellent! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
well, it sounds like your kitchen was out of control from the get-go maybe it's amazing how many recipes make it all the way, to the dessert |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
JC? this is brilliant: While it’s baking Outside influences will Adversely affect the layers by tell me about it . . . |
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JesusChristPose Senior Member
since 2005-06-21
Posts 777Pittsburgh, Pa |
Thanks everyone. I guess being on my own and spending time in the kitchen is actually providing me with ideas for writing. ... lol ... a kitchen out of control! Indeed. "I have gone away. The bed is cold and empty. Trees bend their boughs toward the earth. And nighttime birds float as black faces." |
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