Recipe

 Cooking a Poem

Is it cooking or baking?
Baking, of course relies
On mixing ingredients

One
        By
               One

(by two by three by four)

And the blending or kneading
        Or some such arduous 

Task

 Then the long 

                        Bake

An hour

                At 

Least

(by two by three by four)

Cooking, now that's an 
Action
            Sport 

Eye contact with your 
Opponent is key
Constant engagement|
Assured

Blade skills ensured
Chopping
        Dicing
Chiffonade

The watching of the

    Heat

And then, of course 

Stirring and scraping 
And watching the

Heat

Cardiovascular

But when it comes down

To 
    It

You eat well

                    Either 

Way

My Friend Ron

I really don't know what happened
Suddenly I get a phone call, a call
In this day of text only messages

That, of course, is a sign to answer
But I was indisposed. You  can make
Of that what you will; I will make 
That of what I will. But I am
Disconnected

But this morning when I paid
Attention

Ron was dead

Dead by his own hand

It is not my place to judge
Was my immediate thought
And it isn't

I don't understand
How pain, in whatever
Form

Can drive someone to
Kill
        Themself

But I burned my hand

                        Badly
    On Sunday
           Searing, electrical
                            Pain

If I had to live from
                    Day
to

                                                            Day

Godspeed

Ron