PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

Poetically life's oven appeared to offer me next to nothing until the timer was running down.

In reality I chose to roll my happiness into small spoonfuls of cookie dough.  

Euphoric batter thrown onto a sad tray of waxed paper. 

As it baked I ran off looking for new recipes, still smelling the cookie's aroma. 

I hungered more than a fat guy should.  

Now I'm skinny and can only have empathy for myself.