the ultimate recipe

why such a desire for the
ultimate recipe
the immediate solution to everything
as if the chocolate chips make the cookies
as if the farmyard became a ranch simply with the stetson addition

this melancholy amplified by the mix
of every possible ideal and idea
we can’t stand to sit around and wait
we want our served up side dishes now.

the labels aren’t to our liking
but we plaster them all over those
who prefer their revolution on constant simmer
and there’s the rush to boil it all.
We know what happens to bottom of the stew when that occurs.

I think I’ve found some ingredients
to make this more pallatable.
I like the thought of a potluck that everyone may enjoy
where diversity of views, even of economic models,
is embraced, in order to realise an end meal
that nourishes all those who lie in hunger.