Death

I want 

I’ll be back

On my Tombstone

Pizza

Mushroom Toppings 

Are We

Surfing 

Cosmic Alfredo Sauce

Marinara 

Pulsating through

Our Veins.

You say

Tomato

But I say

Tomato.

Body Filter

Eliza Doolittle

Discrepancies 

Society climbing

Maneuvers 

Never madder!

Foolish endeavors 

Distract.

Time is a patient gardener.

When will you know?

Our souls 

Are eternal

Meat sack

Groucho Marx

Disguises 

Strongly held 

Beliefs and divisive egoic agendas 

Sweet Dreams

And Nightmares

Are made of this!

Born again

Ready to die.

When will you see?

The melted

Cheesy truth

That I am you

And you are me?

Absorbed are we

Like pizza toppings 

Drowning in mozzarella.

Wells Chandler / June 2024