occupation, by Joshua Ip

21 November 2012

A poem as something to accompany (either corroborate or refute or problematise) a news story from today: “Singapore is world’s least emotional country, poll finds”


protesting you, i’ve occupied myself
with nothing much at all, i’ve pitched my tents
across the pathways of my common sense.
i pose a public threat to my own health,

not bathing, eating, sleeping. i’m revolting
against your brash takeover of my mind:
i hurt myself, and you respond in kind,
by leaving me alone.

————————–before assaulting,
the cops of my subconscious will attempt
to warn me of the errors of my ways.
i am unlawful – my nonviolent
protest endangers me – the experts say
this will all end in tears – it’s just a temp-
orary irritant – like pepper spray.

[Read in Sonnets from the Singlish, published by Math Paper Press.]


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