• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 11
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Jarhead Dreams he’s a Real Boy

His head is in the clouds
and the clouds are way up high
and the sun is just a giant eye
that spirals through the spectrum
like a migraine in the sky
while a dark blue storm drifts by.

The wind, (shaped as a man
who says his name is Harmattan)
blows across the rocky land
turns it slowly all to sand
and places something in his hand,

something long and thick
that’s both a carrot and a stick
both punishment and reward
so he grasps it like a sword

thrusts it deep into the sun
(that’s really just a giant eye)
and with a cry and with a shout

the sun blinks out
the whole world shakes

and Jarhead wakes.