For some this is rennet top fantasy,
Extra Beefy,porky,and manufactured
Fatty veined delight,
But for me this is the forest floor,
The mycelia fruiting familiar comfort,
Tomatoes conquested to be taken home to claim as your own,
And mixed with olives to become European,
So many pizzas pop out of the forest,
Capitalize on when still mysterious,
Nuttiness hangs on pinion pines,
Meat of the land,
Pizza of the mind
An old friend sworn to a secret
History can be stollen,
This Time we reclaim our rites,
Mushroom gravy, girl
Kaelen Delcastillo