The plastic curves, they pant
in tulle and diamonds bright
For kitchens gleaming of soapstone
Buying and baking and wasting.
It’s a water-soaked culture
and fear is a droplet of oil
so blend and buy and lust and smile
sail on past the wrinkled lines.
Sleep is hard and mean and honest
It forces waking from dreams of white
Drug it where it bleeds clean
Back to fluff and saccharine.
Freedom’s not a pinning board
Where all is neat and robin blue
It’s standing under columns wide
with open, dripping hearts
where sprinklers click click back and forth
Soaking the stilettos.
We’re all equal, she and I
The one who can’t get off the lines
The one who says she’ll finally get clean
The one who prays to Jesus.
In the waiting room of the psyche ward
or in the house of all that’s holy
Money’s no good here, my friends
Ain’t nobody cares about expensive shoes
or breakfast at tiffany’s.
Be gone, ye life of privilege
You fool me with your opulence
The rusty tin of jewels
Choking my neck whilst nearest death,
Rip off the pearls