Is summer over or just cooling down,
days are getting shorter do not make a frown.
Sun time use varies widely,
in many different places.
Do not tell me barbeque time is over,
that will make me want to pee my bedcover.
As BBQ corn does eat,
great with hotdogs and watermelon too.
Tell me it is not so,
no more ice cold sweet tea to drink slow.
Now to make only hot tea,
keeping lips moist not open.
Summer will be back next year,
must I really wait twelve months with no cheer?
Friends gather happily in just,
time for the holidays and not missing the summer.
Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection
Ben is Australian, a BBQ king,
Burning and scorching meat is just his thing.
He came from Aus some years ago, and met his own lovely English rose.
He still has an accent, but has learnt to call his friends mate, instead of just cobber,
He loves fly fishing because you carry less clobber.
Ben's prefect day would be to catch a trout,
Then BBQ it and share it about
rub my butt with spices
baste my breasts with olive oil
slather my wings and things with sauce
butter my thighs, slow broil
ah, the savory delights of a summer BBQ!
Where I come from
there are two
kinds of BBQ
so it’s your choice
for an authentic meal
Sweet and tangy
Vinegar that’s sharp
believe me
you can tell them
both apart
A giant glass
of the sweetest iced tea
ever made
Coleslaw by the bucketful
baked beans to tantalize
hope your stomach
is bigger than your eyes
Cornbread by the panful
smeared with butter
that will roll down off your chin
wipe it off and then begin again
Collards by the score
oh good gracious
who could ask for more
Make sure you’ve
got a roll of paper towels
because you eat the ribs
with fingers
that get sticky by the sauce
Then if you’ve have room
top it off with a bowl of banana pudding
the kind made in the South
Friends have an open invitation, dusky sky, soft rock music~
It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing—I Am Anaya
Rustic charred mesquite fired up
Aromatic smoke
Sweet guavas, fish, steak, grilling
Blazed creamed artichoke
Decadent pastry
Black Velvet
Lime
Patriotism and Holidays seem to go hand-in-hand
Fire up the BBQ; strike up the brass band
Picnics down by the lakeside; it's all mighty grand
Though I'd rather be known for my love of this land
Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker
The Killer came to town
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd
Payin up to 5 bucks
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But… that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At The Wheel an
Jerry Jeff Walker an The Mains Brothers,
Waylon n Willie and a lot of others
Includin Alvin Crow were still knocking em dead at
Back to back weekend shows
At the Cotton Club
While all the musicians in town
went to see Stevie Ray V
wailing on his fender
At Stubbs where Lou kept the BBQ ribs
And the cold beer comin
Joe Ely was there being cool
playin pool
tradin licks Jesse guitar Taylor
And Some fool still says….
Ain’t nuthin to do in Lubbock
Born days 20 old
Baby not buried burned
Question this to answer God
Too many kabobs
to skewer
plus bone-dry ribs.
Me? I’ll stay
with pink lemonade
and watch
the turbid sky
and watch
the stars reload
And so study
serious stockades a
stick up their collective
Take a number and pick a seat
How are you enjoying the heat
Welcome to the kitchen of hell
You will be here for a spell
Rotten meat and burning flesh
Hope you don't mind the smell
Smell of sulphur masks the fumes
Morbid screaming from the rooms
If you are abrade to die
Look around and you nay realize
We are all already here
Deep in the kingdom of all fear
So keep this close to mind
Before the hell you live in makes you lose your mind
You could go elsewhere if you keep your soul pure
If you embrace the heat you are dead for sure
Take a number for the kitchen the devil waits for you
Bring plenty of condiments for the capitalistic BBQ
We all already eat each other alive
So don't be abrade to take a bite
Don't follow others footsteps
Don't interrupt the neverending fight
Just sit back and watch the universe cook itself alive
Greed and hate will be the death of us
As we sit and wait
Sitting in hells kitchen
Embracing our ghastly fate
I've been to the last family BBQ
The family is no more
Those still alive
Dispersed from shore to shore
No more Thanksgivings,
Which I always hosted
The over-assortment of goodies
Of which I always boasted
Christmas in the mountains
I'm like a bear in hibernation,
Only, saddly awake,
My heart does quake
Photo albums,
Videos,
All I have left of life,
Better than naught, I suppose,
Must last me till this life does close
Soon enough, I think
Have another drink...
Sorry to say,
This life does stink
They're all gone...
Some dead...
Some moved...
Some vanished in thin air
It's come to the point,
I no longer care.