Ode To a Mason Jar

celebrate jail bait
inside a mason jar,
a parrot has hand-cuffs
through its cheeks
and its cheeks
are the isle of sky

why are we so
carousel so
carne cell sew
mouth shut
tush ~thoom~
multiple explosions
around anything
that isn't cryptically
mostly
just complexity's
communicative delimited
lexicon bifurcating
the it it
perfect stankathon

by that i mean
wave thangkathone
like thujone
something really
built of tiny parts
like bubbles that make
sounds in my chest cavity

the abstraction layer
is both our greatest achievement
and our most tragicomic liability
it is that crown of thorns
that medusa wig
that snake aureole nimbus
and floppy Tom Sawyer hat
or stewardess penetration wrestler

quit acting up people
a poem
is a mason jar

a specific meaning
is so very nubile
like the Masonic Order
like jail bait

why would God
or even Elvis
or Phyllis
require the descendants
of amoeba loafers
to be all

big beard
too weird
to let it be

to just let it be
i think of the world
with a floppy pissy thing
in a mason jar
with wings