#foodlove
The moment I saw you
I had my eyes set on you.
Just you.
You were a temptation that could easily make
my lonesome heart melt with ache.
The way you were just sitting there
out in the cold, slightly frozen
drove me crazy with a thousand emotion.
Spellbound, speechless
I leaned up against the clear glass door
wanting you and nothing more.
One look at you has put my,
heart and brain on a constant fight,
Hence I knew it was love at first sight.
As I stood there staring, with your image carved in my mind
and locked in my heart,
I couldn't help but imagine the countless admirers
you might have left behind.
Lost in thoughts I failed to notice
that you were somebody else's first choice.
Suddenly I felt a pull in the pit of my stomach,
it wasn't hunger but something much deeper.
What the heck? Was it my bad luck?
For I had just lost you to that compulsive eater.
It was a pain I could never take
Oh! How I wish you were mine
'My Sweet Blueberry Cheesecake'.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
brownies taste better
and fill me up with their love
more than you. that's it.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
This poem is thumping like a boulder
at the bottom of a river
And last year’s hit
is fighting static on the radio
We sat against the waves
all day yesterday
I still feel the rocking
That anti-movement
The best part of a meal is right when the food arrives
I’d rather stay hungry than be satisfied
to stop wanting
to stop chasing
I sleep on the ground
to be farther away from you
the whole time we were stock images
choreographed feelings
unrealistic props
and a well timed photographer
Now we’re stopping in yesterday’s parking lot
and today’s hit has turned jarring.
They’ll be running our circles
long after we die.
I made a dozen
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
before my mother came home
and took the knife out of my hand
I’m running to you
like you’re a pint of Ben & Jerry's
and I'm lactose intolerant
It stays in my mind
like choking on medicine
It’s like that pregnant silence
when the waiter asks
“together or separate?”
It’s like driving up a mountain
or criticizing the lack of representation in a Hallmark movie
alone from my couch.
There’s nothing poetic about stalking you on twitter.
but it’s part of the story so here’s a stanza about it anyway.
[Pause for effect]
I hope next time we meet
you’ll ask me how I am
I’ll tell you I am super
and both of us will believe it
again
I hope one of us will smile and say
“0ne day”
and the other will notice the typo.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Cheese should have four e's
Bacon should be spelled bakin'
And popcorn...it's fine.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC