The magic in cookies is in the wett stuff that
sticks the dry stuf together,
but the dry stuff

the dry sugats and flour and salt and soda, powder
of true alchemical heritage,

tricky stuff tha bi carbon- ate of soda,
just a pinch doen nothin' a spoon full, for a batch of

magic grandpa cookies told of in tales, along with tales
of other dainties, like grandma's chocolate creamcheese pie,

with pecan and butter crust, o

so good. Good enough no need to pay homage,
to the magi in the kitchen

no king ever imagined this power, to tame a raging cabin fever

with cookies mixed, wet stuff first, eggs, extracts, room temp

thick as butter or bacon grease, lard works, make that

smooth, all mixed up, like tongues at Babel

babble on, mix it mix it with a wooden spoon

-- on a ****** day, bake and eat, later, we die anyway.