I Saw the Face of Capitalism
Issue 105 Fiction Poetry Nonfiction Art + Photography Film Music Books For Creators more

I Saw the Face of Capitalism

 Ryan Quinn Flanagan
arrow_drop_down
 Ryan Quinn Flanagan
I Saw the Face of Capitalism
by Ryan Quinn Flanagan  FollowFollow
arrow_drop_down
Ryan Quinn Flanagan was a gateway mannerism in a past life. He prefers books without endings and wars without beginnings, but is not overly picky...except...read more when it comes to parking spaces and toothpaste.
More work by Ryan Quinn Flanagan:
I Saw the Face of Capitalism
6403 3 3 1shareShare
Share:

I saw the face of Capitalism
working on commission.

Out front Holt Renfrew
in the trendy part
of town.

Mrs. Morrison, Mrs. Morrison
it whined pathetically
as it slimed down the street
in pursuit
like a snail up a garden fence
or an eel
on grocery store
ice.

Mrs. Morrison, Mrs. Morrison,
it slithered hand over fist
over consecutive break your mother's
backs
and even though I was only eight
years old
I remember hating this little
man.

All sweaty
and veiny
and reeking of greed,

Capitalism must have already weighed
in excess of 450 lbs
but it wanted
more.

It needed more
to survive.

Like lice
or leeches
or something in need
of a host,
it needed to feed
and I had to look
away.

I remember stepping back
against the curb
as my rich aunt reassured Capitalism
that she was not done spending
and would be back in the city
next April

to spend
a small fortune
on belts
and bras
and jewels
and garments...

Capitalism's eyes got so big
and round
when she said she'd only ask
for Claude.

Cards switched hands
and some talk
about the weather.

I remember
an exchange of laughter
so plastic
a water bottle could
sing.

1 comments

Discussion

  4 years ago
This is great. I really love this piece.
 

Join Red Fez

Start your adventure

By signing up you agree to our Terms and Privacy Policy.
Already a member? Log in

Log in

Continue your adventures