"saucier" poems
they say a watched *** never boils
but my mind certainly does
and i watch it all the time
it's never out of my sight
yet it's constantly spilling its contents
in a roiled turmoil
all over my consciousness
the result is a reduction
of my state of mind
of my perspective
either a concentrated awareness
or a flavorless sludge of grey matter
it all depends on the heat applied
it all depends on evaporation
a proper chef would be attentive
a saucier of good stock
choosing quality ingredients
maintaining a simmer
avoiding a seethe
controlling condensation
distilling even pabulum to perfection
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Our relationship, deeper than any pizza base.
Our love, saucier than the finest italian passata.
Our feelings stronger than the maturest of fine cheeses.
Our willingness to please the other stretches such as the most glorious of mozzarella.
To what do we base our feelings upon,
Be it the interchangable toppings or the structural integrity of the strongest crust.
Akin to snowflakes no two pizzas are ever alike. Each one differing to the last, be it the char marks on it's peak or the flame kissed bottom.
Our choice in toppings may differ so vastly, you with your ghastly pineapple and myself with my overly rich and greasy bbq meatfeast.
Alas does this mean anything at all? Nothing but a matter of opinion, toppings change to peoples liking, but our bases remain the same our sauce the binding glue to hold it all together.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
I wouldn’t dare call this romance
That word has no use here
What we have is saucier than France
But not filled with as many tears
The term I want to use now
Only has meaning from your lips
Not from comparing it to cows
To storms or even to long road trips
Nothing can compare to our love, babe
I apologize for doing so for so long
If poetry is all about comparisons, I’ll change
I’ll re-write those stupid wrongs
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC