Cooking Monster

Tell me nothing more please

Information burks my head

Surpulsing commitments

Seething seeking out my eyes

As I wander or pace

(hard to call it)

The answers

The clicking together

The perfect assembly

It’s out there somewhere

My seething seeking eyes

Simply serve as surrogates

It’s my brain that’s boiling

My eyes merely venting

Steam from too many cooks

In a crowded kitchen.

It was when I considered

Branding myself

“The Man With 10,000 Ideas”

That I realized I might have

A real problem.