Willowing

Gangrene, shapeshifting, dissolute the orphanage,
away with you now, my willow's orange flame.
Pond's appearance strikes no match,
and matches no striking granular wheat.

Call-me-hearty, marrying my daughter,
did I mention she's a fairy armadillo?
Relinquish the beer from thy coma, willow,
they'll never truly spot my splintered cortex.

Bah!

Living in the land of wooden spoons
isn't reality. Anymore. Fingers used for soaping
zesty lemons. Iron pennies snatched from noble poverty.
Knock, knock; dear me, barricade the property.

Smelling salts - come forth the dolly beacons,
awaken the forest beasts, but blurry their visionary.
Made from willow magnets, funny, how I worked there.
Living near the willow now, keeping an open mind,
an open stare.