"jalapenos" poems
I blot the sun out with my thumb,
don't want to burn my eyes;
it's hot enough to fry an egg,
someday, by god, I'll try.
I'll place it on my car's hood,
in the middle of July,
in desert heat outside of town,
I will let it fry.
I'll take a magnifying glass,
in the case that it need be;
and my widest brimmed hat,
so the sun will not scorch me.
I'll take along some pinto beans,
huevos rancheros of a sort;
on corn tortillas with red sauce,
if it's good, I'll take snort.
A Mexican fiesta dish,
with jalapenos too;
then I will burn my mouth,
before my meal is through.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Ace in the hole, I'm a ringer
**** slowing down, I'm much to eager
Won't be caught dead in a flesh filled suit
Hung up by my tie to dry
Dangling from the ceiling
I've got it figured out
In this game I'm a winner
That's the trade off when you can't down
A chicken dinner without
Feeling like a quitter because the last two bites got too much hot sauce on em...
You can say grow up
But I'll come back with **** that
Because I know that
That's just jalapenos and pineapples
KitKats and straw hats
You can't **** the rainbow if you're to stuck-up to raindance
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
sushi?
no
combination fried rice?
no
nasi goreng?
no
casserole?
no
shepherds pie?
no
are we getting closer?
maybe
tacos? that must be it?
no
yep. i think i know
shrimps, hot dogs and buffalo wings?
nope. too far away
curry?
closer!
jalapenos, habaneros, chilli?
yep. as hot
but tastes and temperaments
from all mixed.
food channel addict, chef?
nope.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
The other day I phoned a friend, I shan't be usin' names
"Not alright, I tell ya, Gee, my eyeball's shootin' flames!"
"Owie! Owie! Owie! Oh!, Chiliman I like ya so
do tell me what has happened though I know you will be well"
"While chopping jalapenos without the proper guise
I washed my hands both 'fore and aft' but much to my demise
I went to pop my contact in and soon would realize
a flaming side of poppers and a sizzling batch of fries!"
Well I knew he wasn't faking and it took me by surprise
that my heart was feeling something which I couldn't minimize
he must have sensed me crying, guess it opened up his eyes...........
(that awkward length of silence which one-sided love implies)
and sensing he could break me down, I felt I must disguise
so I layered up and told him, "I've got onions in my eyes!"
"Woe is you and oh so woe, Gee girl how I like you so
tell me what has happened though I know you will be well."
"While chopping up the onions without the proper guise
I washed my hands before and aft' but much to my demise
can't blame me now for hoping we could do without the lies
But I'm just a bloomin' onion and I need to guard my...eyes."
And with the sharin' of the troubles and the things that caused us pain
there's comfort in the knowing, for what else have we to gain?
But if I lose you then tomorrow, because today I have been real
Best I learned another thing, to hold back what I feel.
And when everything which must be added is put in the Chili-man's crock
a five-to-one hand wash of water and bleach is best to avoid pepper shock.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Subway man stick to your plan,
jalapenos, onions and a thick slice of ham.
Who are you?
Where are you?
I need my sub man!
You slice the bread with ease,
Oh how I long to be on my knees,
degrading myself for youre sweet onion sauce,
Yelling at your boss,
I wonder.
toasted or soft?
I do not know,
with you or without you?
I shall not go,
alone,
into the night,
without a fight,
for my Subway Man.
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 9:25 AM UTC
It's an upside down smile
Painted beautifully across the sky
It always happens when I leave you're side
Your world starts getting pelted by golf ball size rain drops
Every time I return to you
You say it's like the warmth of the sun
Coming out from behind the clouds
Of weekdays spent missing me
You tell me to never leave again
Knowing I have to make money
Just to live in a world I'll never be able to call home
You try everything within your power to make it
Feel like a home
With rainbow smiles
Scents of food cooking
With jalapenos you know I love to eat
You come to bed half naked
Hoping I have time to give you the baby
You think will make us more of a family
I'm sorry I'm too broken to give you want you need
What you truly desire more in this world
But I've always seen the rain clouds
And never once have I felt the warmth of the sun
Or the power of hope you have for this world
I'm an alien to your senses
I'm a ghost to your emotions
I'm nothing while you hold me as if I was everything
Maybe I'm too dumb to understand
Maybe I'm not the one you should be making rainbows for
But I hope somebody else can make rainbows for you
Somebody more deserving to taste the foods you cook
Somebody that wants to go to bed half naked
I'm not that somebody
I'm that nobody you fell in love with for no reason
And I'm sorry for that.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Jimmy Page rips into his guitar as I rip into some nachos,
Covered with some real toxic-spicy **** I accidentally created in the kitchen,
And suddenly Black Dog becomes an anthem to my agony.
The habanero peppers dig hooks in as the serannos and the jalapenos begin going to work,
Hitting me with staccato body blows,
Pausing but for a moment before laying in again.
It's as if the very air itself is aflame,
The sriracha's heat sears my throat and lungs,
With the cayenne peppers charring my stomach.
My eyes water,
I want to wail like Plant at the moment,
As sweat begins to gather on my brow,
The sickly sweet stink of the apple cider vinegar used laces the air and stings the nose,
****** hair practically gets singed as it passes.
Page let's loose a riff with his instrument that imitates my heartbeat,
As the heat finally grows too high.
I reach for my only lifeline,
Something almost as terrible as the devil's ketchup itself.
I take the mason jar and take a swig,
And another fire snuffs out the one currently raging in my esophagus and brain.
My breath fast,
Blinking hard and quick,
As the song fades along with a bit of my happiness at creating something so wicked,
As I grab another chip...
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
Her fingers dance deftly across the white ivories. Music spills into the space between us. Chords bounce up and down. The waves of sound crash across time and space. They vibrate at a different frequency.
I touch the air swirling it around my fingers as if it were cotton candy. I can taste reality. It is sweet for now. Later it will burn like jalapenos, later still there will be a sea saltiness. For now the music continues, and it smells like tangerines.
Her light skin radiates with love. Hazel eyes reflect the pureness of the song. Tears fall and I find the saltiness of life a little sooner than I thought. The sound surges, creating barely perceptible mists of green and blue. Electric currents fire releasing the memory of another piano.
Wrinkled fingers connected to wrinkled hands connected to a wrinkled body vibrate. However, they vibrate at a different frequency. Sound escapes me. It is the thud of my heart beat.
The music continues, but now I can hear two distinct songs playing. The tunes mingle perfectly, becoming a new symphony. The mists converge creating a purple vapor which spirals and separates into the original colors. The colors converge then separate again and again. Repeating the pattern, they spiral like the ladder of dna.
***** blonde hair weaves in time with the dancing fingers. Curls cross each strand and become entangled in a beautiful mess. Above the stars spew out their own music. It is a strange static mess. I know that to someone it to is a beautiful song. A frequency spanning infinity and eternity traveling slower than light years; Swinging and singing in its own frequency.
The music stops, as does my breath, and my heartbeats. The colorful mist dissipates. More tears swell and fall softly moistening my cheek. The loss of beauty breaks my heart.
The young pianist turns, slides off the bench, and walks out. Cold shivers vibrate through my being. The taste of jalapeños burns in my brain. Light shatters and dissolves splitting into sparkling fragments, then split even more. I smell burnt cookies. A harsh light explodes through this strange white cascade and burns my retina. New sounds force me back. In the distance a mangled voice says something.
The blur and slur of reality works its way into normalcy. I smile as my sense of touch returns. Cold cuffs comfortably restrain my hands and legs.
“How was it?” the voice asks.
“Amazing” I say. “Best trip ever. Now let’s change the frequency and see what else happens.”
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
a quiet world
leaves are dropping down
through the sky
onto my clothes
walking down a nature trail
i'm holding hands with the air
tightly
coming home, there are flashbacks
no one is outside
my family is out for the night
tilting my head down low
i harvest the rest of the jalapenos
i wanted to grow with you
-
taking a bit out of one,
i wanted to see your shocked expression
and hear you say "oh my god logan"
as i'd smile and hold in my emotion
to make you laugh
i'd ask you to try it, and you would giggle and say
"no, it'll hurt"
my kisses would be painful
because of the pepper
i would laugh
as i got you something to drink
-
my wrists snap
as i lift my 30th bag of mulch
for someone elses garden
"thank you, you're a blessing"
"no problem, have a good day sir"
checking my phone,
i'd look to see if you had posted something
. . .
nothing for today
sighing, i'd recall those years we were together
you told me not to let you haunt me
but i only ever thought of you
as a blessing
-
i really do love you.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
The best you ever had
Is just a dream
The best you ever had
Already happened
What ever happened
To that dream
Love has never be so
Especially with your eyes closed
Hope you ever glad
With the picture ever so clean
Coronoa and tacos
Lime and jalapenos
On that sunny beach from
That, one, night, of, love
From here to Albuquerque
You felt it in the flurry
Truthfully i miss it
Sun dried kisses
But the best already happened
Now it's just a, dream
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 8:57 AM UTC
Don't wanna get burrito faced but I do want one of them TJ dogs with bacon and jalapenos.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Jalapenos and M67 fragmentation grenades
Little sparkles
On your nails on your nails, full sail hands
Lip gloss lost applesauce type of feeling
Inside me is screaming for that first cold sore kiss among mule deer
The way rocks feel to walk on, we rock on
Another day, way, get yours, pay, me, let me move freely
In my little box
Surrounded by gentle love locks
And you
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC