Cooking up disaster on a quiet and pleasant day
1 cup of desire
2 tablespoons of regret
3 oz of I don't give a fuck
A dash of a cool day
1 quart of tweeting birds
held too closely to the ears.
A sprinkle of a song that isn't
yours and a 1/4 of dreams
rolled and flatten
onto a chopping board made
of heart flesh and a knife
sharp enough to cut
the mixture into tiny squares,
small enough to pack
into take out box
but not before you take
the lot and stick it in
the oven to burn.
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The Ultimate Recipe (Six Worder):
Take everything and put into blender.