Long Epicure Poems

Victory at the Hippodrome

They were hiding their stalls out of sight near the race course at Olympia

No signs but everyone knew where they were under cover of dubious propriety

On track for instant wealth and gratification...

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as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon

          hanging gardens at the heart of a canvas of joy

       ...

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Yours truly never heard, seen, no lies
particularly when alone
facing my (pushing up daisies) demise,
without pretense nor guise,
he honestly decries
smelled, tasted, nor touched, any size,

and essentially knew nothing besides
ancient fruit grown in Japan
for past 1,000 years...

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Of hubris, overweening pride, 
(a thing the gods can not abide) 
and all the hassle it may bring: 
of this, and blowfish, do I sing. 

The former, we will meet anon 
(it merits being mused...

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who had a normal name

Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to...

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How can the possible death of the planet not be a concern 
to Conservatives claiming that they’re conservationists,
party of Lincoln (who died in pursuit of the freedom of slaves)
now claims racists and rabble who honor...

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The Adjective Cellar

Nestling smugly twixt pepper and salt
The adjective cellar begins its assault
When carelessly picked by some epicure
Who sadly considers himself connoisseur

Once the poor dinner guest flips up the top
The words tumble out, they’re awkward...

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If a grill you approach or you roast or you bake
Or you boil or you poach, you have made a mistake.
If you steam or flambe or you stew or saute,
I suggest when you're cooking you...

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Contessa remember you’re an epicure,
don’t let him make you feel insecure;

I know that they can’t see the pain 
slapped with all of his words on your face;
I know that words CAN and DO hurt you,
breaking...

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A plate of hunger unsavoury to taste
My belly groans,worms meander in haste
once upon a dream packed with love and care a meal I wish
Unfair a reality of a belly inflated not with a dish 
Too...

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Amiable and jolly, tireless but fun
The unerasable convivial one
Appreciative for what you rendered.
That is how you are remembered.
The fits of laughter that you gave once 
As we beamed through your simple jest ,    
The epicure side of...

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He ate a caterpillar sandwich
Just to prove he could do it
He just gritted his teeth and
Chewed his way right through it

He washed it down with turpentine
Which he preferred to any wine
Ate a chunk of matured...

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I long for the faces of those that I love 
the laughter the hugs of beautiful kids 
Victorian teacups, & lacey white gloves 
an epicure diner, beneath bubbling lids 

I hope for a feast with...

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