![[terra delivery]
the world is pizza, baked fresh and gooey,
its gooey surface malleable to chefs
whose chef schools are rounded with curricular ooze;
dreamers ooze saucy ideals, spill recipes.
Sometimes these recipes are printed on cardboard
though cardboard aromas waft through downtown deliveryways
each deliveryboy of prosperity arrives, short on olives
when olives are all that separates a celestial Chicago
from Chicago’s favourite foccacia, missing mozzarella
or mozzarella’s better, cheddar, a purposeful mouthful
for mouths full of otherwise adulterated tastebuds.
Some tastebuds can’t survive a moment without anchovies
while anchovies, to some, are vile enough to shred holes in the dough
when dough is all that separates us from burgery absurdity
it is absurd to deny the bacon and pepperoni
that pepperoni lovers use to illustrate the simple
pleasure of a simple slice baked right, crusts
enveloping the crusted bites inhaled while cheese is scalding
while scalding temperaments impede agreement in a topping tussle
where a tussler denies, “why would I order thin crust?”
(rules: -consistent conceit/one long metaphor
-poem begins with ‘the world is’
-each line 8 - 16 syllables
-each end-word appears ‘near start’ of next line’
-the word ‘like’ is verboten)
(via commonchant)](http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/148477537_8756bee8aa.jpg?v=0)
[terra delivery]
the world is pizza, baked fresh and gooey,
its gooey surface malleable to chefs
whose chef schools are rounded with curricular ooze;
dreamers ooze saucy ideals, spill recipes.
Sometimes these recipes are printed on cardboard
though cardboard aromas waft through downtown deliveryways
each deliveryboy of prosperity arrives, short on olives
when olives are all that separates a celestial Chicago
from Chicago’s favourite foccacia, missing mozzarella
or mozzarella’s better, cheddar, a purposeful mouthful
for mouths full of otherwise adulterated tastebuds.
Some tastebuds can’t survive a moment without anchovies
while anchovies, to some, are vile enough to shred holes in the dough
when dough is all that separates us from burgery absurdity
it is absurd to deny the bacon and pepperoni
that pepperoni lovers use to illustrate the simple
pleasure of a simple slice baked right, crusts
enveloping the crusted bites inhaled while cheese is scalding
while scalding temperaments impede agreement in a topping tussle
where a tussler denies, “why would I order thin crust?”
(rules: -consistent conceit/one long metaphor
-poem begins with ‘the world is’
-each line 8 - 16 syllables
-each end-word appears ‘near start’ of next line’
-the word ‘like’ is verboten)
(via commonchant)
