Dream Navel Orange Trees
My branch scrubbing
bubbles. Bleach strips,
friendly fire. My legs
extend handful miles.
Queen, tribe her ultimate
passion. Her expert arms
surround them. A plum
sentry. Side indie pop
musician. Her productions
are transportation, tickle.
Soft maker, unflappable.
Sunshine gladly embraced.
Gentleman, flash movement,
autonomous traveller. Long
wheel stint, barbaric. Lotta
strawberry jelly. Elmer’s tar
abducts. He himself has
taken. Everglades sweaty
regret. He clicks next, unsnarl.
He offsets all he possibly can.
A few generations later,
queen, intro trenches wobbled
her. Wavy squiggle formula.
Medial spree her title is
Olympian. She printed a
vast fortune. She gives,
nurtures, absolutely voluntarily.
Stout like a limestone castle tower.
Vices mow, psychopomp
Ankou wields a formidable
scythe. Papyrus constantly
filthy. I’m up, balancing.