"queso" poems
"i don't wanna have to be the one to tell you this,
but you're no foodie; you're just a ******
who's too cowardly to take an honest look at yourself.
It's okay to be whatever you want,
just don't lie to yourself proclaiming to be a foodie
to justify late-night trips to Jack in the Box four days a week,
or eating a whole jar of Tostitos 'Salsa con Queso' every two days.
Are you trying to mummify yourself with all those preservatives?
Y'know,
just because you blow most of your paychecks
on gasoline, **** food and overpriced coffee
pulled to the most pretentious of standards
doesn't at all begin to mean that you've got any class, taste, or style,
let alone that you're a foodie.
At least recycle all the paper products your pseudofood comes in.
Moreover, your thighs aren't ******* gluten,
they're all that other junk you eat habitually
while watching your oh-so-edified selection of films
before sleeping it off until 3 in the afternoon.
No wonder you're so full of ****
you are what you eat, I suppose.
Pull your head on out your ***
All that fat and cholesterol isn't for the faint of heart."
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Succulent, meaty, ribs falling off the bone and drenched in a velvety, thick, sauce.
“Check please.”
Tender chunks of lobster tail bathed in sweet, drawn, butter.
“Thank you. That will be all.
Heavy, cream-coated, strands of fettuccine accompanied by fresh peas, Speck, and shaved Parmesan.
“I wish I could stay but I can’t.”
Filet. Rare. A veil of Roquefort and sautéed wild mushrooms in a Sauternes reduction.
“It's just not the right time.”
Perfectly seasoned carne asada with a creamy roasted poblano sauce, queso fresco and the cool, half-mooned, sultry innards of a Hass avocado.
“I'll call you tomorrow”
A decadent Kobe burger blanketed in cheeses, caramelized onions, crisp bacon, and a cap of unctuous foie grois.
“But thank you for everything.”
Peanut butter and jelly on white bread.
And you would have me forever.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
today we visit graveyards
turning over the wormy soil
to uncover the exquisite corpse
though we were told to
let the dead bury the dead
on this day we unbury
the dearly departed
relishing transcendent
embraces and cool
cervezas with jolly
amigos and la
familia who have
gone on before
we wrap ourselves
in graveblankets
to complete warm
circles of love
embracing our
beloved companeros;
gleaning netherworld
heavenly rest wisdom,
sharing the laughter
of trite earthly concerns
we’ll roll speckled tortillas
on smooth tombstone mesas
to feast on Mariachi tacos
brimming with spicy queso,
chased with another cool sip
waltzing with the holy bones
to the candle lit reveries
of this evenings
flowing melodies
Mercedes Sosa & Joan Baez
Gracias a la Vida
Dia De Muertos
Diego Rivera
Oakland
11/1/13
jbm
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
olvide pizza, olvide macarrones de queso
la comida para el cual le daría todo de mis pesos
es el bocadillo
con queso amarillo,
anaranjado, o blanca
no quiero agua, o fanta
incluso yo tengo mucho ser es-
-ta triste. tengo ser para liquido y mujeres
pero el queso llena el agujero en mi corazon y estomago
tú pides "¿te gusta el queso de plancha? " no!
me encanta el bocadillo y como el queso habla a me
el queso dice "comerme" "comerme"
antonces yo pongo el queso en mi boca
¡ay el bocadillo con queso hace mi loca!
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
I swear I'm not a Munster.
Don't leave me provolone.
When you asiago away I really Swiss you.
It makes me bleu to watch you leave.
People keep telling me it'll get cheddar.
I'm feta up with going to havarties.
Queso, maybe tomorrow will be Gouda.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
A ti, manzana,
quiero
celebrarte
llenándome
con tu nombre
la boca,
comiéndote.
Siempre
eres nueva como nada
o nadie,
siempre
recién caída
del Paraíso:
plena
y pura
mejilla arrebolada
de la aurora!
Qué difíciles
son
comparados
contigo
los frutos de la tierra,
las celulares uvas,
los mangos
tenebrosos,
las huesudas
ciruelas, los higos
submarinos:
tú eres pomada pura,
pan fragante,
queso
de la vegetación.
Cuando mordemos
tu redonda inocencia
volvemos
por un instante
a ser
también recién creadas criaturas:
aún tenemos algo de manzana.
Yo quiero
una abundancia
total, la multiplicación
de tu familia,
quiero
una ciudad,
una república,
un río Mississippi
de manzanas,
y en sus orillas
quiero ver
a toda
la población
del mundo
unida, reunida,
en el acto más simple de la tierra:
mordiendo una manzana.
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I sit in my chair
waiting for water to boil
to cook a cool meal.
Married for 4 weeks...
it doesn't seem like that long
every moment's bright.
Time to boil the corn
I already made the cheese
smoky lime queso.
He's watching the end
the show he started last night
the last episode.
In half an hour
I'll tell him dinner's ready
and he'll smile so big!
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
I'd like this all to be a dream.
A bad dream.
Not a nightmare,
just
the kind of dream that you know
is half real.
The kind of dream that is uncomfortable,
but you know you'll be waking up soon.
I'd like this all to be a dream,
and find myself waking up to you
at the table
sipping coffee
eating toasted pandesal
with queso de bola,
but I'm already awake.
And you're still gone.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
A dog, a cat, and tiny fluffy mouse
Are learning Spanish in their English house
Since they are going to the Southern Spain
They need to train their little stupid brain
The dog says: “My name is el perro grande
I love the singer Ariana Grande
But I hate cats and cats I eat them all
May they be big, may they be very small”
The cat says: “My name is el gato *****
I’m learning Spanish, it makes me alegro
But I hate mice and mice I eat them all
May they be big, may they be very small”
The fluffy mouse says: “I am el ratón
I love some queso and I love jamón
But most of all I love them cats and dogs
In Turkish kebabs and in big hotdogs”
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Qué hicisteis vosotros, gidistas
intelectualistas, rilkistas,
misterizantes, falsos brujos
existenciales, amapolas
surrealistas encendidas
en una tumba, europeizados
cadáveres de la moda,
pálidas lombrices del queso
capitalista, qué hicisteis
ante el reinado de la angustia,
frente a este oscuro ser humano,
a esta pateada compostura,
a esta cabeza sumergida
en el estiércol, a esta esencia
de ásperas vidas pisoteadas?
No hicisteis nada sino la fuga:
vendisteis hacinado detritus,
buscasteis cabellos celestes,
plantas cobardes, uñas rotas,
«belleza pura», «sortilegio»,
obras de pobres asustados
para evadir los ojos, para
enmarañar las delicadas
pupilas, para subsistir
con el plato de restos sucios
que os arrojaron los señores,
sin ver la piedra en agonía,
sin defender, sin conquistar,
más ciegos que las coronas
del cementerio, cuando cae
la lluvia sobre las inmóviles
flores podridas de las tumbas.
804
The Packers hail from this land
a cheesy head, spicy, not bland
curdled, or sliced, or by block
the store always keeps it, in stock
On a pizza, always divine
mac and cheese, superb, and sublime
don't slight the head cheese maker
he's not a Puritan, or Quaker
Plying a trade cross the nation
the tastiness of greater creation
mooing cows providing the milk
creamy and smooth as pure silk
Melted on meat, on a bun
eaten with fries and chives, on the run
queso and chip, that's a Mexican dip
cheese, it will clog, but what fun
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Happiness is tears of laughter,
video games with your redheaded son,
rescuing a baby ferret to look after,
or telling a ridiculously cheesy pun.
Happiness is a home cooked meal,
your mom randomly giving you a hug,
a Harry Potter sticker on your driving wheel,
or seeing summer's first June bug.
Happiness is your dad being proud of you,
Momma's homemade queso in a crock ***
an ocean wave so stunningly blue,
or learning how to dance in an empty parking lot,
Happiness is running two miles,
sitting in a pew singing "It is well",
watching the Netflix Ted Bundy trials,
or a collection of Galveston seashells.
Happiness is driving through Spring,
a spontaneous trip to the Houston Zoo,
or twenty percent off a James Avery ring.
But mostly... happiness is me when I'm with you.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where you need to jog up three black carpet handicap-ramps just to reach your table.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where it takes 14 minutes for the waitress to arrive, and 72 minutes for the food to come out.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where they change their mac n’ cheese recipe every week just to **** you off.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where all 300 TV screens are airing adds simultaneously.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where you ask for queso without salsa, but they can’t hear you; over the Flex Seal commercial blasting at full volume.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where every wing sauce besides honey-barbecue tastes like Jalapeño Takis drenched in McDonald’s buffalo sauce.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where it’s Kids Wednesday, everyday.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the bathrooms have approximately 4 urinals, 2 baby changing stations, and 17 ******* TVs.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where desserts always on the menu, but never in your mouth.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the party games consist of a single, rigged, claw machine, full of nothing but green and pink rubber *****
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the bar smells like congealed grease, olive oil, and a rusted frying pan.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the only customers are bald-white-guys and fat-black-women.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the one birthday clown is a 54-year-old Indian *** offender.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where dreams die and rape-babies are born.
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where their iceberg lettuce is grown under black-light.
I want to go to Buffalo Wi-
Wait, are you not in the mood for chicken?
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
Queso con lechuga
pan, biftec, mostaza
son delicioso
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
Darme algo que no me ahoga
sera interesante no de novelas
o talvez me pueden decirme algo
lo que entra a una no siempre salga
Dejame entender si no me equivoque
lo que empieza con un no le siempre late
o es a decir no querer a quedar de malas
no siempre resuelve las indifferencias
Pensando de frente, a lado o no por atras
talvez hay solucion que no me adelanten
por al momento si encuentro lo de mas
por lo menos lo pido que no me destruyen
Darme el momento y los entiendo
que no todo esta hecho de queso
y entra el dia que pretende a ser
un momento que no se volver
Pretendo a volver a vivir
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
Era escasa la pitanza
En el Asilo de locos.
Don José Solís, Virrey
Entre Virreyes rumboso,
Que cuanto daba a los pobres
Lo juzgaba siempre poco,
De esa escasez supo un día
Contrariado y con asombro,
Porque al Asilo enviaba
Siempre ayuda generoso,
Y al instante a su presencia
Llamando a su mayordomo,
Y entregándole una bolsa
Le dijo: «Con este oro
Quiero que se dé un almuerzo
Mañana mismo a los locos,
Pero un almuerzo abundante,
Un almuerzo apetitoso,
Como esos, según decires,
Que acostumbran los canónigos,
Y que por eso, rollizos
Se les ve subir al coro,
Aunque afirman que es la vida
Sin pecados, lo que sólo
Hace que Dios los conserve
Con buena salud y gordos.
Siempre de pecados me hablan,
Las manos en el redondo
Vientre cruzadas, sabiendo
Que al cielo ofendemos todos,
Unos pecando a escondidas
Y no ocultándonos otros».
De verse eran las espuertas:
Pavos asados al horno,
Papas con queso, esponjadas,
Y carnes con blancos trozos
De cebolla, y con lechugas,
Postres variados, bizcochos
Hechos por monjas, y dulces...
Todo allí servido a rodo.
El Virrey pensó: «La dicha
Se puede alcanzar con poco».
Temprano, al día siguiente,
Fue al Asilo. Vienen todos
Carilargos... Y él creía
Encontrarlos muy dichosos.
-«¿Cómo almorzasteis?», pregunta.
Y uno, inclinando los ojos
Le responde bostezando:
-«¿Cómo almorzamos? Nosotros,
Señor Virrey, como frailes,
Y los frailes como locos».
401
Mexican restaurant
Salsa, queso, chips
35 years later
Her kiss upon my lips
Awake again at night
Darkness in my room
The Once and Future King
A kind of English Doom
Professor X.
Womb to Tomb.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 11:41 PM UTC
get away with it
**** the allseeing
all omni in this or that sense
me and you have to go and get
any game go and bet
run with the cash and lay low
gripping on to every peso
all time low times on the way though
spring up and capture queso
hoarded like I might need that
don't touch that
stay off that i'm a pack rat
and toss me a kit kat
break it up
get away with it
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC