Jewel Eye Jones

Beautiful Jewels,

Once there was a woman named Jewel Eye Jones. 

She lived alone in a vacant dentist office outfitted with

decorations stolen from a pirate water-themed park down the interstate.

She never complained much, only spent her days cleaning and organizing the forceps and toothbrushes

into plastic boat hulls.

Her lover was away a lot of the time, and she'd forgotten his name by now. 

He had an emerald dagger, that's what she'd remember, and a furry tuft of hair.

But her flower outfit and orange skin took up most of her time.

She could be seen wandering the garden around the office

since she was made out of a sock, she would hover over the beds of flowers and weeds.

The absence of her legs made her attractive to potatoes, both sweet and Idahoan.

She planned once a big adventure. She wanted to see every orifice of her country.

The day she wanted to set off, her lover left her with all of his toenail clippings.

He was a clipping minor, and made his money by selling the small crescents on the 

sock puppet black market. 

Endowed with his great fortune, Jewel Eye Jones sold the nail clippings and bought 

a 1953 Buick Skylark. 

She owed some money down at the Indian Guru snack shack,

For she'd bought the key of F and failed to pay full price.

She was a vegetarian stuck with a plastic hamburger, so the Indians gave her 

a meal she could eat. But they also asked that she pay back what she owed them.

Now, Jewel Eye had a job up at the summer camp that she was late to,

and she'd been following this frizzled out old-man with Neon lights on his shirt 

all over the countryside in her car. 

The man could not stop lamenting the loss of Jerry Garcia and some other quintessential member

of the Grateful Dead, who'd lost their life that very day. 

The Neon Man was fading out of Jewel Eye's field of giving a shit, 

so she paid the Indians and headed out for the Summer Camp. 

Up on the hill, she saw children and heard dogs far off in the woods.

It was the kind of place she'd been before, covered in Snow and winter.

She'd be leaving the clowns behind, sure to no end that she'd seen all of America she'd

be able to muster for one night out.

So she slipped through realms by waking up and waking up and waking up again,

until she was back at the office, sipping coffee or tea and organizing.

Her Jewel Eye sparkled with a new recognition. 

Beginning Conflict Climax Resolution and over and over, 

The denoument,

winding down. 

Waking up!

Starting over again in a sparkling ceremony of morning.