The Bread We Eat in Dreams

can never let me go

screaming black-eared chaotic red-assed

jetmouse

into the collective unconscious Jungian

unlost Eden

called by the mystic name of public domain

The shit I would kick up there

if I were free!

I tricked them good. I made them

put my face on the moon.

I made them take me everywhere

their mouse on the inside

I made them so fertile

they gave birth to a billion of me.

Anything that common

will become invisible.

And in that great plasticene Epcotfutureworld

you will have no trouble finding me.

Hey.

You’re gonna get hurt. Nothing

I can do.

Lead paint grey flannel suits toxic runoff

monoculture like a millstone

fairy tales turned into calorie-free candy

you don’t even know

what corporate downsizing is yet.

And what I got

isn’t really much

What I got

is a keychain