Long Aluminum foil Poems
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2 yucca roots peeled and diced
3 quarts of boiling salted water
add roots, when softened
remove from water
and smash them while they are hot
allow to cool
measure two cups
add, 3 egg yolks
2 teaspoons of white pepper
2tablespoons of crushed garlic
3 chopped green onions
1/4 cup of heavy cream
mix together until smooth
add 1 teaspoon of salt
we are going to use this
mixture to make a dumpling
on aluminum foil, but you
have to make the
stuffing to stuff the dumpling
with. in a medium size bowl
add 12 jumbo shrimp
deveined and tail removed
the juice of one lemon
2 tablespoons of soy sauce
1 teaspoon of cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon of garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon of onion powder
3 tablespoons of brown sugar
5 tablespoons of cornstarch
1 tablespoon of spice rum
3 tablespoons of coconut oil
2 tablespoons of unsweetened coconut flakes
mix well.
using aluminum foil,
make dumplings about three tablespoons each,
(using 1 & 1 1/2 tablespoons, on top, and bottom)
fill with two shrimp each and top with dumpling
fold foil into the dumpling size you desire
make about 6 o r eight dumplings, or even 12 dumplings
depending on the amount of dumpling mixture you have.
steam these dumplings in a steamer
or bake them.
serve with a lite sweet tangy lemony sauce.
My friends come home draped in flags
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
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I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
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There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...
Halloween night, and it was crazy dark, raining too.
The doorbell rang, and I thought it would be you.
But I got there in time to catch a glimpse of Magic Squirrel.
He pelted me with candy, his fluffy tail in a giant curl.
Why me? I asked, excited beyond belief, of course.
He could have picked anyone, and my background is Norse.
I do not have one tiny drop of squirrel blood that I know.
Because you caught my relative and let her go!
Oh, that tiny squirrel I caught back in nineteen eighty-two?
I didn’t even mean to catch her. She was hiding in my shoe.
Magic Squirrel gave me a swish of his tail and handed me a pie.
It is pumpkin, your favorite, he said, with a wink of his eye.
At the bottom of the pie under the aluminum foil
Was a stack of twenties, and a teeny tiny pearl coil.
Because you are a friend of the squirrels, you are our hero today.
I was sorry now that my new friend had not time to stay.
she …
was destitute …
cheeks dirtier than the bottom of
her bare, blistered feet
discolored streaks where tears
had traced clean paths …
clothes in mostly tatters and rips
ragged John Deere knit hat pulled over her ears
eyes half-hidden, purposely
and a one-sleeve-missing Members Only jacket
(ironic reflex shaking my head)
beside her on the sidewalk, a small cardboard
sign asked, “please”, only -
with a backward ‘s’
fighting for real estate with a
spattered orange wasteland of used
30G EasyTouch syringes
and tiny balls of scorched aluminum foil
glinting in the afternoon sun like
anesthetized breadcrumbs …
I stopped, reached into my pocket
and withdrew the Benjamin
bending over to tuck it under the sign so it
wouldn’t blow away
“hope this helps” I said
tagging it with a “God bless you” …
I had anticipated an exuberant reaction
maybe I even required it in some way
but I received not a sound
no ‘oh my god!’
no ‘thank you so much!’
no … anything …
I straightened up and stood there for a moment
letting the awkward silence build
and finally … a result -
the left corner of her mouth attempting a grin
or … something …
I stood a while longer
“you know,” I started, with that ‘here comes a
lecture’ tone of voice
but then changed my mind …
for I knew where the bread crumbs led
I knew the ‘trip’ ticket my c-note
was soon going to buy
and whatever bs-on-a-shingle sermon I was
about to force-feed this poor girl,
would not have changed
the destination …
one … cubic … centimeter.
overprotective
like ink in a scar tissue
you said I'm stuck in a bad version of a life
and gave me your life mask as a present
now I have an owl in my iris
you've cloak me in aluminum foil
so I can be preserved for later
and settled in the last drawer
to watch patiently how you consume
some other, tender pieces
as my vascular system hinders your digestion
waiting hidden under this metal sheet
through cheap fragrances I'm covering the indications of putrefaction
just in case you decide
to place
one more plate
mine
but you've settled me in the last drawer
where surfaces freeze the most
of our muscles
to the bones
bones become unsteady
a fire whirl has thrown us out of balance
now we're seeking
desperately for solid ground
to lean back
as the option of leaning on one another
is off the table
[ to the tune of My Favorite Things ]
Raindrops on dew drops and ponds formed by puddles,
Praising when phrasing bewilders, befuddles,
Nice sounding lyrics that don’t mean a thing,
This is what too much sun on your head brings.
Horses short courses on bucking a rider.
Who died, the fly or the spider inside her?
Dropping your pants to go mooning at night,
These are the thoughts when your head isn’t right.
When the dog flees
'cuz the flea bites
right there on his pad,
I simply wrap up in aluminum foil
'cuz that cuts down on the rad.
Nonsensical popsicles, strange yellow ice;
If this were snow, would you still think it nice?
You’re in a field standing there by a stream.
Wake up! You are drooling and starting to dream.
When the tree bark
is collected
in a bag of mulch,
I dump it all out on the new flower bed
and throw the bag in the gulch.
Mowing the roses and drowning the kittens,
strangling puppies with strings from your mittens.
Things that you think when your fever won’t break.
Just how much more of this nonsense can you take?
He confuses,
Runs off muses,
I amuse myself.
I get all my books down and dust them all off
And put them back on the shelf.
This is the end of this, the point of no return.
If it was uo to me, I'd let myself burn.
They're teaching ne , but I cannot learn.
Stop driving me crazy, stop being so stern.
The world is an oval, but I've found an edge.
I'm fighting for myself, I'm keeping that pledge.
Stop trying to change me, I dont want to fall.
Stop trying to change me, I'm gonna stand tall
This world ain't a home, this world's just a house
All living together, like we're each other's spouse.
We cry and we bleed, but we refuse to change
And we wonder what's wrong, like the answers so strange.
Now you may ask, why is this world so messed?
It's not about poverty, its Hollywood and best dressed.
Girls can be lesbians, but guys can't be fags.
Can't kill on the streets, but troops get body bags .
Everyone will be screwed when we run out of oil.
Dig deeper in yourself, in your own soil.
This world angers me, it makes my blood boil
There's bad uses for everything, even aluminum foil
We call children youth, but they'll never get it back.
Already having sex, some even smoking Crack.
If you ask me, I think that's just whack.
What happened to us? Where did we get off track?
Im sick of everyone who's just trying to use me.
Im sick of everyone who's just trying to abuse me.
But you'll never get to me, I still have my soul
But you're making it darker, almost blacker than coal.
Just chill for a second and drain out the lies
And look at this world through my outcast eyes.
My teeth are awful today.
The left side feels sixty inches higher than the right.
They clench together angrily.
Waking me out of a sleep of sorts.
Oh, you do not want dentures, they say.
But do they have these horrible little
chomped down split teeth?
Do they have these enamel-less
hurt and cracked, dry, smack around,
hurt my bleeding gums, teeth?
Do they have any idea what it is
to grind until it feels like you
have ground down on a
piece of aluminum foil?
These teeth are awful today.
A dentist? I scoff.
They have done nothing
nice for me, but so many
many many many many
bad things.
Sh! I can barely hear my
grinding.
I had over planned this meal, but it did not slow me down.
Decided to grill Iowa home grown steaks with my special sauce.
Threw the potatoes into the oven to bake, big ones I found.
Knew this would be fabulous, a meal to tantalize Joe’s boss.
He and his missus were coming in an hour and a half to dine.
We would have scalloped corn and a fine wine I would chill.
My husband was coming home late, no problem, fine.
I could do this myself, I had done it before. We would eat our fill.
I chopped up the onions and began mixing the scalloped corn.
When finished I notice the oven’s red lights were on the blink.
I opened the oven and it was cold, but I was not yet forlorn.
No problem, I would just jiggle the electrical wire under the sink.
Lights went out, so I revised my plan. We would grill the corn this night.
I telephoned my man and told him to bring home a cake already made.
I would throw the corn onto the grill in patties of aluminum foil, right?
Was anything wrong? I assured him the dinner would be well played.
Time to place the steaks on the grill. I ran out the door to heat it up.
Walked around the yard twice looking for the grill; called my man.
Where is the grill? I asked. Easy. We never used it; I sold it to McChup.
He arrived with guests and cake a few minutes later to my chagrin
Pet Rocks And More
(rocks don’t snore)
Pet rocks must be kept refrigerated
Wrapped in aluminum foil for protection
Visitors mistake them for dinner rolls
Butter them up at midnight in the dark
Return them because they are too hard
Pet rocks don’t like strangers
They do not play well with others
Or move around late at night in the dark
Like sneaky thieving visitors do
Pet rocks have no feet to proceed
Are not snacks for those who do
People who lack manners are cruel
Rocks are bad for the digestion
Like Pluto, pet rocks don’t care
If you think of them as planets or stones
Home is were they are and where they land
No matter where you throw them
Place them in a microwave or fridge
Some pets need some maintenance
Rocks need none
Think of them as friends without a bite
In hard times they will never leave you
Love your rocks as best you can
Don’t butter them or eat them
You will need new teeth
To see a dentist you will need a car