Skewered Dream

A toothpick pierces the void—sharp, divine,
Dragging cheese from a sun that’s beginning to whine.
Pineapple comets swirl, their syrupy tails
Leaving trails through the ether, dripping dreams in pails.

Cheese cubes rise like forgotten stars,
Melting galaxies made of snack bars.
The pineapple, now sentient, whispers in code,
Slicing through time on a forked, golden road.

Up from the table, a thousand hands reach,
Plates are planets, orbiting each.
The skewer itself splits dimensions in two—
One where cheddar rains, the other, a tropical zoo.