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Capitalipstick.

Light-weight poems on the Heart of Darkness.


1. TEASPOON It’s a Punjabi thing - We like shiny stuff. But as I’ve discovered, Cutlery shines too, In the right light. Plus, forks are not responsible For grizzly deaths in Africa,

Or the rape of the earth in general, Nor are they the preferred currency Of evil enterprise everywhere. Maybe I don’t know what I am talking about, But I may wear a teaspoon to tea today. There is such beauty in utility.

















2. ABRASOZ Y BESOS

Dear Jeff,

I've been thinking about our relationship.

In many ways, you are the only one

Who can give me what I need.

Some things I've searched for all my life

I've only ever found with you.

But the truth is - we are unhealthily codependent.

And increasingly I'm beginning to feel

You only love me for my money.

I admit it, we've had some good times.

But in the end, I've been left with a dirty feeling.

I mean, did We Are The Weather

Really have to arrive in bubble wrap?

It was a low blow, Jeff. A low blow.

I've been blaming myself

For running back for more,

But no longer.

I've finally realised, it's not me - it's you!

After everything you know, how could you?

We really need to cool things off for a while.

And yes, I am sure I want to leave this page.

Your partner-in-crime,

Everyone.










3. SCRUBBING THE BUBBLE, AQI 348. The air is thick as knives.

Suspended Particulate Matter

Too ugly for my lungs!

HEPA filter me, baby, and

HVAC me while you're there.

I'm too old, too rich, for this.

My Bubble got my back -

And the Heavy Metals in the tap?

Rock On, there's a filter for that too.

The best things in life are free?

Ha!








4. POV CAPITALIST PIG

Nature is 'red in tooth and claw',

You've said so yourself,

You Darwin-lovin' freaks.

Some are more equal than others,

As one of you put it, so eloquently.

I? I am the icing on the cake.

The crème de la crème.

So bow down.

Snort the muck.

Buy more stuff.

Fill that hole!

And for Gods sake,

Shhhhhhhh!

I'm working.













5. YOGA Twisting my body into a knot Makes me forget for a moment That my species self-hatred Is hitting brand-new highs And that the environmental impact Of the global meat industry Is as bad as vehicular pollution. (Aren’t those ribs just to die for?) Meanwhile, eight stolen penguins Quietly melt at a zoo close to where I live. Om (three times.)
























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