I opened them up just slightly, then in haste I departed
there creases and all that was inside spilt upon the floor.
I learnt from my first mistake, this wasn't the first time I had
opened one up. But the realization over took my needing and
what was within expelled so much held within,
mistaking what was and now spilt on the surroundings.

The next time I emptied them gently in to the tub,
I was slightly strange but I preferred to cut two open then
miss them in essence, I was hungry for what they had to give
and once I had my fill I discarded then to the side lingering
in a mess of what once was and what was partly tasted
sodden in the essence I had partaken to envelope them both in.

A few days later I had a taste for something different,
so I delved my knife into it. So seductive to watch
it break upon the skin, I scraped upon it and I licked
the knife like it was a lolly pop weeping essence on
my tongue. Then I spread it on the other then I lacerated
cutting it with a blunt knife, lusting the feel on my palm.

Do you know how long it takes to cut deep with a blunt
instrument. Time, and I adored the pleasure of the misery that
I felt when I finally thrust through from front to aft. I put the
blade down, and that piece that had became singular was now
digested within myself and it was salty going down. I murder
cereal every morning the aroma when descending exquisite.

The trick with flaming hot Cheetos
Is to eat all that you want 
Before you drink any water.

If you eat some, and then drink,
And then eat some more,
Your stomach will be an ocean 

With breakers crashing to and fro
On the banks of your inner shores.
It will not feel nice, so make sure

To follow this advice; for I am, when
It comes to Cheetos, an old man who
Has for learned from my many years 

Of eating one way, and eating the other.
And I have found the better of the two,
So heed my authority.

I’ve made up my mind,
There’ll be no more confusion.
I’ve drawn up an answer,
An important conclusion.
I’ve weighed all the options
For at least half an hour,
And there just isn’t a pudding
That I would not devour!

Every Tuesday night
From January to April
The highlight of my night
Was a chocolate croissant.

I would sit and listen
To theories and methods,
Literature and research,
And on break I would have one.

I would order it each night
With salivating anticipation.  
As I handed over my money
They put it in the oven.  

And each night
They would call out
"Chocolate croissant?"
And I would grab the bag.

I would devour that morsel
With joy and elation,
And as I felt it go down
My chest would warm -

Not only from
The warm croissant,
But also from the joy
Warming my heart.

It was the best part
Of those horrible evenings
Of literature and research
Theory and methods.

Sometimes,
If I was feeling spicy,
I would get two -
One on each break...

And sometimes
On Thursdays
I would get two more
For History and PR.

Yes,
Those chocolate croissants
Got me through
My last semester of college.

When I was feeling stressed,
Or feeling down
From the subject matter,
I would eat one,

And I would feel better.
And I bet
As you are reading this
You want one.

Do yourself a favor,
Go buy yourself
A chocolate croissant -
And enjoy it.  

Let it help you escape
From your worries
And your cares
For about 90 seconds

As you devour that
Delicious pastry.
And let it warm your chest
With chocolate and joy.

with birch pole
and flaxen line
a convergence
eternal divine
comes alive

not violent
not gentle
a communion.

the bass hate
to love us
but they do,
drawn to us
like little junkies
compelled
to beg

risk it all
to nibble
and chew

mesmerized
by the bait
and the skunk
of the spool,
dying
to come alive
in our world,
dying
to make us full.

I contemplate
I buy it on aromatic instinct
The fight emerges
Don't eat it!
You're not even hungry!
I sit in my head
While the words debate
The palate ultimately wins
My hands follow orders
The sweet melting chew
Savory icing
Made for my mouth
I close my eyes
Taste buds dance
Pure enjoyment
A moment has escaped me
In my candy land
Until it's gone
A guilty pleasure
Plagued stomach
Churning to
Disappointed intestines
An alien
They don't quite understand
As it has no nutrients or vitamins to absorb
Sending the lipids and sugars
Away to live as fat
Surrounding areas I dislike most
I look in the mirror
And I imagine where that regretful donut went.

© Julie Graham 2016

When I was a child,
I fondly remember
eating carrots from 
the dirt of our garden.

My brother, my sister, and I
would pull the carrots,
with great care, from
the dirt of our garden.

We would wash them
sometimes in the sink,
sometimes with the hose,
to remove the dirt of our garden.

But even then
as we chewed those carrots
we could still sometimes taste
the dirt of our garden.

What is cheese to me..
salvation of the tastebuds!! where the wave of cheeder sticks to my tastebuds attacking with flavor!!!
i cannot imagine a world without cheese.. i mean damn can you put cheese on that..
what kind of cheese is not yours.. not cho cheese why because its mine!!
like the lone dorito how i love to let it melt in my mouth.. jesus what kind of cheese do they put on that..
and pizza.. omg!!! parmy cheese please..
love to open a block of cheese and cut me a big slice.. my cheese my size the way i want it.. and it will not get hard in the fridge if u put foil on it!!!

All aboard the Gravy Boat!
It's time now to set sail.
We're headed on an epic quest
To catch the potato whale.

Captain Stuffing holds a grudge
Against the starchy beast
For swallowing his crew of corn
At last year's Christmas feast.

We leave Roasted Chickenland
To cross the Butter Sea.
Try not to get stuck in squash
Or crash into a pea.

So much drama and suspense,
Oh how will it conclude?
We'll never know for I was told
To stop playing with my food.