Many ways to slice it,
Big Jar Dreamer
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
The big Jar was a dreamer he said without a doubt,
unmatched in all but thinking he was somewhere else.
Then it got the best of him one day the other week,
those around couldn’t pretend to know what went down.
Sprouting lilies as he was a nickel for a share of the dare,
laughing all the same when the sheriff showed his badge,
he made spaghetti out of town and never looked back, still
no word was spoken about whose wifes he’d been poken.
As luck would have it they serve him up a spike, soon it
was turn in or take a hike. How they tell it now when Jar
refused to come clean is with a wish to have intervened,
because what happened next was something no one had ever
seen. Loaded diamonds for eyes the dreamer gazed thunder,
with a flick of the wrist their badges were stripped under,
to where geese critique wakes and wax bellies with jellies,
found on discrete display with berry unknown origins, their
hands pat the fabric they hadn’t seen since service was sworn,
stripped of sacred identities they dissolved to the realm of
forgotten memes to hang around and reminisce about
bygone relevance. A chariot pulls up Jar staggers in, sirens
give way to night, no phone home in a red and blue snare,
the window reflects the cold steel around his wrist though
he knows nothing of it, to Jar they are soft, pink, fluffy, and
full of excitement, like what’s in your head, merrily merrily
merrily…
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