#sandwich
I was working,
Right on down at the sandwich shop.
When a dainty little lady landed at my counter,
With a twirl, a smile, and a sparkle too,
She parted her lips to let a beautiful sound through.
'Hey-ya sandwich man,
You're lookin' rather tasty,
And I'm one hungry girl.
Boy your sweet smile is gonna make me stay for awhile,
Mind if I get a taste babe?
Just a little sample of your loving,
Because a boy like you makes a girl go crazy!
Believe me baby, I didn't come for a sandwich fool,
I came to see if a could get a soda pop,
With a small side of you.'
Woo-ooo she made me drool!
A slender thing with bouncy curls,
You better believe she sent me for a whirl,
With her flicking lashes and skirt twirl!
I never thought I'd thank my old boss,
For taking me up to his old shop.
But with a skip and a hop,
I thanked cranky ol' pops.
Then I got going,
Cause she needed a strong hand,
To make sure hers don't drop.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
What do I have at my disposal?
A knack for always wanting to write
My intuitive messages down.
But it’s got no substance,
It’s got no meat.
I’m all bread and cheese and
Condiment without any meat.
It’s fitting for a vegan, I suppose,
But not for a poet.
The poet has to lead breadcrumbs
For the reader in order to get to the meat
Of the poem, the substance, the protein.
Where is it?
I’m lacking substance where I have all these
Nice little toppings and sauces and vegetables,
I have a dipping sauce for this sandwich,
But no meat!
I have to go to the store,
I have to keep honing my skill.
I have to develop a hunger for meat.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
The crack of a coke can
Takes me back
To summer days
We woke up
You came over
I made some sandwiches
We shared the same plate
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Bread from waxed paper packet
a childhood memory of mum making tea
snow white, thick sliced
fringed with a brown crust
comfortingly heavy, ****** smelling
the butter pleases me
covered under the tub lid
with a coated paper peeled back
to reveal a thick golden slab of
churned cream easily spread, cold
straight from the fridge onto waiting
fibrous surface, allowing it to sink in
cheese in a yellow block, related to
the butter in so many ways, dairy
a long lost brother, sliced thick with
a proper knife with the pointed curved
tip, designed to ***** and pick up
each slice, placing carefully on the bed
prepared for it to rest, ready for the final
ochre coloured element, mustard, from
a glass jar using a teaspoon, to dollop
before resting a second buttered slice
on top to make a creation, a taste sensation
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Old breadcrumbs litter the placemat where
my little one had sat that morning.
That morning I told her she was running too
late to finish the PB&J with fine
pineapple pieces she had made for herself.
She gobbled the thing up in seconds, and with
a mouth still full she walked over and mumbled
bye. I wiped juice leaking out the corner, and
with a snort and a kiss to her forehead I
said see ya’, have fun. And with that she was out
the door, her red backpack one strapped like the
baseball boys did.
All that’s left are these breadcrumbs. I can’t
get myself to clean them up and throw
them away. I see them every day,
every meal, every middle of the
night as I peck on pineapple PB&Js.
As much as I know these crumbs must go, I don’t
regret for a second letting her eat that sandwich
the way she did. It was hell to raise such a rebel,
but she was never going to let anyone stop
her from what she wanted, including me. And she
makes me proud. I’ll clean it up eventually, but
for now, my little one’s breadcrumbs stay.
-
Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
After a neat little bite
She slid his sandwich into its baggie
And smiled,
Never tiring of her little joke.
“See, it’s alright. Im here with you, having a little fun!”
After the bell he peered into the bag.
And there it was
And a note:
“I love you, Aaron. “
This morning’s mixture of boredom and fear punctuated by her love
Then he daydreamed of helping with the clothespins,
Sheets snapping in the wind
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
A shadow cast across the room
Adopts a lonely size
Familiar, singular;
Belonging to a bride’s.
The turning of a curtain’s cord,
As the breeze blows by,
Rattles in an empty room
Which was occupied.
What good are words that can’t be heard
Or read by whom they’re for?
An open fist that grasps for wind
And memories from before.
She’s waiting in a wedding dress
Perhaps her groom is late?
But that is fine, she has the time;
Forever thirty-eight.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
I walked into a sandwich shop with a woman who believed in meditation and growling at the dirt in the desert. We saw a well dressed black man and we were 5,280 miles away from him, but he had a nice suit, so I said so.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
She was like a loaf of bread
Unexpecting and unafraid
She didn't expect him to cut into her
Severing her from the feeling of being whole
She also didn't expect for him
To plaster her with sweet honey and jam
He filled her with so much sugar,
But his sweetness was a simple distraction
How could she have known he would consume
The delicious treat he made of her
Only to tire of the taste
And allow the rest to go to waste ?
Though there is such tragedy do not fret,
There is still beauty there in every crumb
He may have taken her apart
But now her next love will have room to overflow
She is the most desired pastry of all
She turns her crumbs into cake
The delicious treat she makes of herself
Will never go to waste
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
"Please don't be so kind-",
In August I used to say,
"You'll spoil me wild",
Oh look, it's already May.
"All humans behave the same; selfishly",
I told you that's what I thought.
But for you, sheepishly,
Several angels on my shoulder I fought.
Now you know me well,
And you seem quite bored.
You are compelled,
To look at the next best name on the board.
I am forced to ponder
Are you bluffing now, man?
My thoughts wander,
Looks like your concern was only a sham.
Is being warm to people not a nice thing to do?
For me, you have been such a ******
Perhaps like everyone else and you,
My selflessness should have been slimmer.
While this royally consumes me from within,
Now I am convinced that my kindness is a sin.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
While,
Perceiving the taste of yesterday's forgotten sandwich.
I, soon feel the caress of my fingers subsiding the itch for a ***
With tears of penitence.
I, recall the woman I've romanticized other than you.
Yet,
Content with passion they had shed onto me.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
I made her a sandwich today.
Women make the best sandwiches.
Don’t let any man tell you any other way.
Mom your crazy, she took it and ran.
She is right
But I don’t see her father making sure both sides have jam.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
I saw a beggar pass me by today
On my way to catch a train
I offered him a sandwich
"No" he said in pain
"Sir, just take it there is no need to pay"
But my offer fell in vain
"I need you to consume it"
I held out my chain
He seemed to move closer
But turned his head away
"Do you want it, use your words for god's sake!"
I said hoping to provoke
"Speak an answer, yes or no?"
I hoped to invoke
"I am offering you something you want"
This must be a twisted joke
"Please I want you to take it"
Suddenly he spoke
With a long, searing stare
He licked his lips and said,
"It holds no matter what I desire"
His eyes peered into my heart
"I-I do not look through rose tint"
He shattered apart
"If you saw in my eyes the memories"
His list stopped before the start
"And you know not what I want"
That phrase, simple art
He calmed down a little
And I decided to say:
"You want to be fed, I know this is true,
You cannot remove a past attached to you,
So, please eat and enjoy life"
He hesitated and decided
Then said: "Your train has arrived"
And he faded away
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
The café named a sandwich after me,
"World's greatest doormat", prithee,
A people-pleasing syncophant, you see,
So, here's the new sandwich for thee,
"The world's greatest doormat", just like me!
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
I recall the succulent
All Day Breakfast Sandwich
With its delicious twin slices
Of pure white bread,
Infused with Heize baked bean juice,
Cushioning the crisp smoked
Sweet cured bacon,
Nestled against the bite
Of pork chipolatas
And the soft free range
Hard boiled eggs,
All seasoned with sea salt
Black pepper
Tomato sauce
Dijon mustard and
Mayonnaise.
And now sustaining me
All Day.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
A child, not of speaking age, sat
across me at tea time. The mother
fed her cake and cucumber
sandwiches, and the young girl
screeched with
a sour face
staring at me as if I held the solution
to erasing the taste of sweets and crunchy water.
I feigned a smile.
It occurred to me that even as old as she was,
she had opinions on things she would forget. No one
remembers not liking cucumbers that young.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
There's half a sandwich in my baggie,
I run with it around the playground and
I'm getting weird looks because..
I'm 23
and somehow I find it much more amusing than nerve wracking
because when I wrack my brain to find answers
all I can think about is running around
my old elementary school play ground.
Maybe just maybe that's why I laugh like santa who had just finished
his rounds for he year and
maybe I laugh like a man that just won a billion dollars,
because I know when I go back to work the next day
I know I cannot laugh this loud
so loud I shed tears of joy, no
when I go back I will shed tears of boredom if there is such a thing.
Sitting at a desk is killing me, but I guess in the end
I've been dying all along.
"Sit quietly at your desk until the bell rings"
"Ask before you use the restroom"
"Finish every thing on your recycled tray"
Well let me tell you there are none such rules on the play ground
I can run and scream, and
I can finish the other half of this sandwich
when I **** well want to.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Aged loneliness
between two slices
of cold reality .
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
you make us both peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I wait on the couch. dead mind.
you tell me it will be ok. you touch my forehead with your lips. white noise.
you turn on the light and leave me to lay. you'll be back. "rest assured" black space.
you take me on a walk. like a dog. we hold hands and see plants. your eyes look ashamed. blank thoughts.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
I was hungry, so I went to the deli to eat,
And it wasn’t a far walk, just right down the street.
My stomach was excited, as I threw open the door,
But immediately I thought, “This decision was poor.”
Behind the counter stood a man who looked like a freak,
With pockmarks and moles that made my knees weak.
His mouth was a mess and his teeth, long and mangled,
It’s a mystery that they fit, with the way they were angled.
I was uneasy at first, but decided I’d try,
And maybe It’d turn out he wasn’t a bad guy.
I told him I wanted a BLT:
Bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mayo -- really easy.
Well, this guy turned out to be about as smart as a rock,
He proceeded to ruin my sandwich while I stared in shock.
First he grabs the roll, and cuts it in two,
And the two halves were uneven! What’s wrong with you!?
Then he picks up the mayo knife and starts to slather,
And I realize that this guy didn’t even gather
The fact that there’s ketchup all over the knife that he’s using!
I feel like this guy is starting to find this amusing.
Next for the veggies -- the L and T --
Should be simple, but this guy really worried me.
He slaps on the lettuce which is slimy and brown,
This was now a competitor for “Worst Sandwich in Town.”
Time for tomatoes, and I’m feeling scared…
He takes the nasty white end pieces, and throws them on like, “Who cares?”
Then he wraps up the sandwich that he thinks he’s done makin’,
And he hands it to me even though there’s No Bacon!!
So I looked at him straight, and I spoke him these words,
“You can have that back, since it looks as appealing as turds!”
I stormed out the deli feeling nothing but disgust,
And decided that that was the last time I trust
A deli worker who had teeth that didn’t fit his jaw,
And a face that looked like he kissed a bansaw.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
You know I love you so much but you continue to use it
Like a sandwich you got used to eating
So you can't stand the taste
even though the bread is still holding it together
my insides are bad for you, unhealthy even
But I wont ever stop loving you
I'll fight and be the toughest **** sandwich ever
and maybe someone else will eat me
better than you ever could
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC