The pages stick together – what a slob

am I, upending dishes on my books

and wiping up the mess with soggy notes.

Ideas comes to me like root beer floats;

I toss my thoughts into a pot – what cooks

may be gourmet, or some god-awful blob.

To write, there is no perfect recipe:

take time and effort, talent too – then add

some wit, or drama, truth or tales, and love;

mix in suspense or fantasy and shove

it all into a blender with a tad

of ripe imagination – and you'll see

that from the chaos of one's mind, a feast

is made (or some impressive mash, at least).

TMK 27apr2010