Arizona Green Tea Green Tea w/ honey and ginseng in a carton from Arizona,
has that desert crispiness like a thorny lizard climbing camouflaged on a trident cactus,
has that Ginseng bitterness soothes you groovy like a sage w/ no rage just wise adages make ya nod and rouse god and all uncertainties fade through tunnel bridges
has that consistently thick yet silky smooth subtle honey sweetness that applies an overtone feels so homely and sly slidin’ down your throat,
like goat’s milk,
like the oats of the Quakers stewed hot with cinnamon into one meal,
it feels so sexy like spiderweb fishnet as its very own beverage,
mystical like shady glooms and thunder clouds and Irish mists and armless fists,
and lacks of leverage
and wist,
run nostalgia waves through your mind all to your wrists,
look like Ginger Ale,
has that plae mellow yellowness
but it ain’t fizzy, so it slides
make you dizzy with its herbs
curbs all your tizzies
as you ride
the misty turban bride