Jeff Mangum Closed-Eye Dream


Here, there’s towers of pastel balloons in the skyline
O’er the ramparts of expletive mountains,
Dirt made of the filthiest words imaginable.
Graphomaniacal stars busy writing poems &
Real cupcake houses where mothers warn their children
not to eat them out of house and home
& acid on babies’ tongues.
Here, “caress” means to wrap your skin around someone,
double-sided skin sticky and warm like Scotch tape.
Tomato garden front lawns in the suburbs
& kids love strawberries more than candy.
Monuments to Kerouac’s typewriter
standing huge in city parks.
Cream of Wheat is abolished, &
Cars run on cloned butter from the food generator.