welcome to the plasticene

a poem

hello friends! here is a micro, plastic poem for you.

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welcome to the plasticene
                          plastic teeth
and                    plastic dreams
winters on the   plastic beach
summers with the
                          plastic trees
evergreens and plastic doom
the motherboard is
                          plastic too
her microdaughter never soothed
chewing on her plastic food
                          plastic-eating
fungal world
twirling in the garbage whorl
feeding on our  plastic toil
uncoiling eons of this boil
that simmers in the blood of man
and men did all that he can
to rape this life unto us born
(and from which our future torn)
by hurricanes of
                          plastic homes
                          plastic tomes
and                    plastic phones
by tornadoes of 
                          plastic bones
blown away with
                          plastic foam
into the              plastic rising sea
her siren calling luring me
return and be everlasting free
goodbye to all this
                          plasticene

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I’m huffing microplastics over here and feeling quite fine, thank you. all hail our shimmering, life-shattering, decade-spanning, microplastic blood!

there is a lot to be doom and gloom about certainly, but shit, what can ya do? make art with the time you’re here, I say, as the rich keep richin’ and the poor keep poorin’.

poetry helps me cope with the news, and I hope it helps you, too.

thanks for reading!

<3 megan

note: keen readers may notice I changed plasti-scene and plastiscene from the images to ‘plasticene’; I like the original play on words of plasti-scene, but decided on changing to the name that many are calling our current decade; i.e., we are no longer the Anthropocene, but instead the age of plastics.