the cake poem

I sat down with all the intentions
in the world of writing
a serious poem,
but I got up and baked a cake
instead.

it took a longer amount of time,
but at least when it was
ready, I had something to show
for my hard effort.

something that I could share
with others and make them happy
instead of sad
and sorrowful, depressed or
mad.

once it cooled and iced, I cut
a slice for me, and went back
to my desk to try once again to
write a serious poem.

something, that i'll go back
to later, and shake my head at
and
probably regret.