"nacho" poems
Late last night I saw something fall from the sky,
I happened to be in the kitchen making tuna on rye.
As I looked out my window it landed in my yard.
It crushed the pink flamingos, the wife took it hard.
I stood there at the window taking in the sight,
Bright lights flashing red, blue, and white.
Then suddenly a door slid open, I was seized by fright.
But my wife had gone out the door, in her hand a kitchen knife.
As the little green man stepped out, he was looking fine,
In a tye dye tee shirt, waving his hands in a peace sign,
Looking like he had come straight from the sixties,
I think he was expecting to find some hippies.
Thinking this guy might be peaceful, I tackled my wife,
As she dropped the knife, I yelled, "He might be nice".
The little green man then pulled out a bic and gave it a flick,
As he held two finger to his lips, I realized his vice.
As I had given that up long ago, I had nothing to share.
But the little guys face showed such despair,
I went into the house and got the beer from the fridge,
And grabbed the Nacho Doritos for this astorial kid.
We sat on the lawn chairs out under the sky,
drinking the beer, eating tuna on rye.
I asked where he was from, he just pointed up.
When we finished our beers, I said good luck.
Back to the spaceship the little man went,
his steps were unsteady, I think he was spent.
He got in the spaceship and closed the door.
As I waved goodby, the spaceship took off with a roar.
I heard on the news later that night,
That something had crashed in a field, lips were tight.
But I heard a rumor, that someone was found alive.
I guess I should have told him not to drink and fly.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
golfers riding mechanical bulls.
puking on street corners.
awkward cops. angry to boot.
***** fights. purple dresses. gold heels.
greasy cheesesteaks.
shuffle board AND bocce ball.
spirit'o'mericuh.
doritos. cool ranch AND nacho cheese.
white and black pin strip cardigans.
breast pumps or sound amplifiers?
****** indie.
photo booth bombs.
hot tea.
cheap whiskey.
expensive cocktails.
sticky icky danky green.
missed shows.
long lines.
wait.
remind me why im here again?
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
(Every summer)
You can expect bits pieces of my heart to connect together,
(Every summer)
I wanna see you with a sparkling yellow dress, in the time of this perfect weather,
(Every summer)
Kisses will all be unexpected , shadows on glowing rivers,
(Every summer)
Cosmos in a nacho full of cheese , it couldn't get more clearer,
I would love your arms around me,
And round they go,
I can feel every piece of matter,
Crooked teeth,
I'll never let mine or your features go,
You love me for me,
And every summer I will save a spot for you and me.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
there’s something unsettling about convenience stores. the fluorescent lights resemble some planet far away from here. neon signs with a letter broken, now flashing “be r,” beckoning the broken, the damaged, the lost boys. the home of those who don’t fit in. they buy the greasy pizza, rubbery hot dogs, and chemically nacho cheese which imitate something edible but scream danger on the tongue. haunted by the souls of the the pimply teenagers working the register, lips stained blue from blue raspberry slushy, slaving through the evening for the nocturnal souls buying milk and bread in the wee hours of the night. hushed arguments on the phone about forgetting to buy toilet paper and why don’t you ever pay attention to me. the pungent smell of hair dye boxes, the stink of attempting to be someone you’re not. skeleton children with messy hair, ***** fingernails as well as thoughts, up to no good back for more cherry cough syrup and furniture polish. soon after 3 candy bars will be found missing from inventory. detergent bottle caps, once neon, now faded with gathering dust, residing next to a dented can of campbell’s chicken soup. an organized chaos. the land of misfit toys.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Uhm, yea. 'Cause I rock your socks off like that.
Freakin' let the monkey out of the bottle.
Stupid lil' onion red pepper nacho' makin' sock eater.
Yeah man.
Tell him it;s from yours truly and
I'll eat your heart out.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:25 PM UTC
*you got me cool ranch tacos
you asked me if i liked them
your face was hopeful
and i couldnt help but
to say yes and
nod my head
you were
happy.*
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Big boiled blood,
Boiled big blood
Blood boiled big
Black soot, thousand flies
They're headed for your eye
grinder teeth sagging eyes
Busted ear drums
only seen here on top
of the pile of brimstone over there.
The blood boiled
over the pan, too high.
Carlos! I got Marlene.
II
Moldy muddy maze
muddy moldy maze
maze moldy muddy
Tomato stained imperative notes
nails bitten, tied the tongue
Grease stains, hand and feet.
Yellow Teeth and nacho cheese
The teeth's termites
Don't let the shoes come off.
Rotten eggs, spoiled cheese
The bread is rock, crusty;
Mold muddy Maze
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 11:16 AM UTC
enriched macaroni product
(wheat flour, glyceryl, mono
stearate, niacin, ferrous sulfate
(iron),
thiamin mononitrate (vitamin b1)
riboflavin vitamin b2 folic acid)
cheese sauce mix (whey, malto
dextrin, corn syrup solids salt palm
oil modified food starch milk
fat milk protein concentrate con
tains less than 2% of tomatoes*
milk mediumchaintriglycerides sodium
tripolyphosphatecream citricacidsodiumphosphatelacticacid naturalflavour** onions*** tricalciumphosphatepartiallyhydrog
enatedsoybeanandcottonseedoil guargum monosodiumglutamate garlic****yellow5yellow6spicemalicacid enzymes disodiumguanylatedisodiuminosinate artificialflavour cheeseculturemodifiedfoodstarchmaltodextrinpotassiumchlorideacetylatedmonoglyceridessaltmediumchaintriglyceridesapocarotenal(colour)contains;
wheat
milk
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
The broncos won and I'm still at a dead end job
Didn't even watch the game, I was washing trash cans.
Heard about it through social media
About all the different things lady gaga looked like when she sang the national anthem.
Heatmiser, pizza rolls, dolly parton
Because one time dolly parton wore a red suit.
Which i thought was kind of a stretch
But i've read stupider things on the internet so i let it slide
I saw a commercial saying that tons of babies are born 9 months after the super bowl.
You know what else is right around that time in February?
Valentine's day
I don't think i've ever been less **** than during the super bowl.
Nobody looks at their man covered in nacho grease and beer stains and goes
"Oh yeah!" Its baby making time!
My girlfriend is in Florida working for Disney right now.
Thy have her doing laundry in a musty basement with middle aged Mexican woman.
It's apparently awful.
Ruins the magic she says.
Seeing cinderella scurrying around half naked doing her make up.
Wig cap and undergarments
Snow white with her nose up asking for kombucha.
Won't even make eye contact with the laundry vets.
Let alone my intern girlfriend.
I asked how the magic wasn't ruined before that.
After watching the play hairspray when they yell cut and
All the actors go back to their miserable lives, i figured it out pretty young.
This middle class manifesto
Where making 15 dollars an hour is a goal.
But she is the faithful type.
Loves her a good hoping.
That's why she hasn't cut me loose anyway.
She says she needs me around because i'm a taurus.
I have no idea what she means by that.
But i love hearing stories about mexican woman yelling in spanish at their iphone screens. And half naked princesses doing their makeup in hair nets. And her still believing in magic. I think it says a lot about her.
She gives me something to dream about while I wash these trash cans.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
He loved his Falcons , Hawks and old westerns , hot dogs , Nacho Cheese Doritos and looking after the chickens , Spam sandwiches , pound cake and double cheeseburgers from McDonalds , cold beer and pizza on Fridays . Best friend ever Little Bear . Five long , 135 lbs. of the best dog I've ever had the pleasure of knowing !
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
I wonder
Will you remember me this Valentine’s Day
Or is there someone you already have in mind
Are you here with me?
Lagging behind but making it look like you’re good
Do you miss me?
I sure as hell miss you
I miss the feeling
The cheesy warm feeling
Like nacho cheese
Every time I saw that you were trying to call
My heart as well as my whole being melted for you
I was head over mountains for you
That was the mistake
I let you in so easily
I gave you the code
And you walked right in
Now that you left and are well gone
I still pick up the crumbs you left behind
I see your cheesy hand prints all over me
And I can’t seem to get them off so easily
I loved you but I never told you
That was my mistake
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
There she was, in an irish pub, sipping
beers with soft tastes and smooth lips.
Our tables, further, I remember dipping
my nacho, drenched with cheese, in salsa.
I memorised everything, so I'll never forget
what she did, what I did, what broke me;
'Third time's the charm.'
I keep walking on the pathway that is life
dreaming of every girl that gives a simple sign.
I know I cannot have her, yet I want her to be mine
Even though we've never even met each other.
The connection, only I seem to notice it
And every evening on my bed I sit
crying like a little girl that lost her mother
And I try so hard not to bother.
It makes no sense, but there she is
on the other end of the hallway this
happens without thinking, just staring.
She turns around, her eyes, so godlike and divine
in a glimpse my thoughts and Orpheus' align.
I wish I could make you my wife.
And now I'm sure I never will.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
I’ve never experienced this
A first for me, I declare.
The ease in which we converse
Nothing else can compare.
I suppose it’s because we are similar
without it becoming a bore.
We’ll talk for a few minutes sometimes
and most others a lot more.
We talk about random stuff mostly
But that is what makes it so great.
Not knowing where the conversation will go
It may go back and forth, or be arrow straight.
We talk about building a castle together.
And fill it with our own special rooms.
Nacho rooms, and rollercoasters included!
Even an animal zoo!
I find myself drawn to her
For reasons I can’t quite explain.
Even though we’ve never met.
She’s like sunshine on a day marred by rain.
I find myself logging on to the chat room
In hopes she will be there as well.
Imagine my delight when I see her screen name
My heart begins to swell.
To be close to a virtual stranger,
yet feel like you’ve known them forever.
IT’s something I’ve rarely experienced
And meeting here has been an absolute pleasure.
We joke around a lot
and make fun of one another.
It’s nice to have someone like that
Who isn’t a sister or brother.
We’ve gotten to the stage
Where we have seen each others face.
Only in photo’s mind you,
but she is the essence of grace.
She is truly beautiful.
That much I can say for sure.
Brown hair and green eyes
What is not to adore?
She is cheeky and playful
and talking to her makes my day.
She’s left a mark on me, this woman.
She’s a burst of vibrant colour when everything may seem grey.
So I’m thankful I’ve met her.
another friend I’ve added.
And if she won’t send me a batch of cookies she bakes,
Then I will truly be shattered!
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
Portobello mushrooms, I use them all the time
No matter how topped they always taste just fine
From cream cheese and crab to chicken fajita
No matter what you just want to eat ‘em
Philly beef cheesesteak, they’ve also been topped
So many possibilities, I’ll never stop
Bleu cheese and steak makes a hell of a filling
Portobello themed restaurant, I’d make a killing
Chicken Alfredo, or coconut shrimp
How about spinach artichoke dip
Turkey and dressing or how about pulled pork
You’d want to eat those with your fingers or fork
Taco, or nacho, or enchilada
How it gets better, I got zip, zilch, and nada
Or I don’t know how about spinach frittata
You could go Greek, lamb, feta, and Kalamata
Mediterranean, flavored quinoa or couscous
So many options, man just turn me loose
Lemon pepper, scallops, or Oyster Rockefeller
Or Chicken Rice saffron, it would be yeller
At this point, I feel like Bubba from Forrest Gump
Going on about toppings, oh well over the ****
Buffalo Chicken or Asparagus turkey parm
Just about anything you can get at the farm
Goes great on a mushroom I think you can see
Most people wouldn’t, but, hey they’re just not me
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC
In Nacho's pool
Everything dissolves everything floats
My heart it rests but never at all
Brings me memories from old times
and builds new bridges between us
I feel at the verge of 16! I am afraid
the verge of terror the verge of sin
the most scary **** blacking out whole
But I am not 16 anymore now I'm no toy
I have a heart and a precarious health
and thirst for joy
My lovers how are you all doing today?
You are going to **** me and I am going to **** you too
Sending hot pictures to see what you can do
Reactive feelings sexting in the pool
My blue eyed boy wish I could love you
in fact I do and I cry for you ghostly tears
I hurt although I can't feel
I can feel you pulling away from me
and it's no surprise it was always this thing
But he casts spells on my direction
and I have no protection
I don't want one either, I confess
The times I give in are the best
But what if I am left alone
this is my fear
Without a man I feel I can't go on
Because he's the one
but he has the power to harm
to break me in pieces in case that he wants
And I see all of this in Nacho's pool
My fear, my pain, my hope
My past, my future, my wretched love
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
Sitting on a shady bench,
I watch the people pass -
Every shape and color,
Strolling sweatily en masse.
Shirtless daddies, many fat,
With bellies hanging out,
Arms and legs and backs tattooed
(And other parts, no doubt).
Moms deciding where to go,
Cajoling tots in line;
Babies, toddlers, school-age kids
In every stage of whine.
Heat pours down and patience frays.
Wait! Here's a parade.
Cookie Monster, Ernie, Bert
And Oscar make the grade.
Then it's back to water slides
And one more carousel.
Squeals and shrieks of joy erupt -
It's fun! (or can't you tell?)
Hungry! Thirsty! Feed me now!
Nacho stand is closed.
See the stress within the smiles
Of pictures poorly posed.
Still, the fam's together
And we're mostly having fun.
I check my watch - 6 hours left
Until this day is done.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
i don't know it's a show
i'm a **** and a macho
most liquid form of a nacho
and if you don't read that poem
it blackstreetly remains poem
no articles necessary
look: my curses vary ms. berry
ain't no curses necessary
but my necessities vary:
peeing loving being feeling
i'm a breed of dog and buddy
when you see me on the street; ermh
i can't beat the street it's nothing
indifference is requirement
i get never tired man
writing these poems:
20 a day
140 a week
come over stay and read
i just stopped to feed
writer's block
but it's cool dial
1-800-writers-mob
this stuff ain't fun
cause it's just a pun
this stuff ain't a pun
it's like purple in a raindrop
my first name is mainshock
last name will be morlock
have a good one baby
say hello to tizzop
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
Once again
the smiling bearded man
thinks He is offending Me with His impertinence
Apparently unaware
with His cloistered flair
that He may have to return to Me for more info later
despite His verbal flatulence
Work for free
is all He can see
despite His being blessed exceedingly
One can only hope
this is a mental skill He uses to cope
That He reports compliance as suggested
and treats the intended subject decently
Don't do this to My kid
there is no valid reason for You to skid
You certainly have the dollars
Keep performance Art flowing
Keep this young woman knowing
It should not cost Her to keep Your soul hollering
I have faith
and will pray as I wait
that logic and sanity will follow
If I have to pay Her
since I was nipped to refer Her
that future acts will not ring pitifully hollow
Think when You shirk
You were paid for Your work
and resorted to eye rolling, neck twisting, finger snapping
macho nacho attitude if the check was late
I point out no more no less
when You experience Alisha's word fest
that You acknowledge the young woman is great
And deserves more than a thimble full of
demonstrated r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC