Utopia Requests
a new poem by Sean G. Meggeson
Utopia Requests
I’d like human existence to be re-organized. Primarily through sound.
I’d like, for example, geographical distance as a human experience to exist solely as sound.
I’d prefer that food were mono-flavored. And somehow ingested through a sound-based process.
I’d prefer if the human body were more amoeboid. And enskined by sound.
I’d really like human social structures to be folded into one continuous kindergarten music class.
I’d like there to be only one emotion that includes all emotions. It would be expressed by only one sound.
I’d like there to be one season that includes all seasons, including shoulder seasons. And this mono-season would be articulated through one constant, geo-generated sound.
I’d like all serious conflicts to be solved permanently by one sound. And I’d like that sound to be used to redeem in perpetuity all lies, betrayals, and abandonments.
I’d like all versions of spiritual faith to be expressed by one sound. And it would be a sound that stands as an actual answer to feeling lost.
I’d like you to understand how the life process is a circle, apply that concept to the time we’ve already spent with each other, and understand how this time (and in fact all time) can only be expressed through one sound.
I’d like things to be renamed in accordance with words-as-sounds, not named as they currently are by established-words-as-signifiers. For example, I’d like you to comprehend and completely accept that the word ‘brutal’ now means ‘petal’ because the word ‘brutal’ is a more euphonic word to indicate those things flowers have. In this, logic itself would be re-organized in accordance with a hierarchical sonic order of things. To help expedite this renaming process, irony as both word and concept would be made defunct in perpetuity. (The word ‘petal’ would be re-assigned to a different object at a later date.)
I’d like all your words, gestures, creativity and dreams to be expressed by a single Pantone colour and for you to sew some kitchen curtains in the colour of that Pantone. I’d like the sound of those curtains flapping in the wind to interweave with sounds coming from the open window covered by those curtains. I’d like the resulting, intermingled sounds to serve as a forever-beacon for other possible worlds to receive and interpret one day.
And one day, I’d like you to pick some flowers to craft into a circle. Flowers, those tiny things found in a field—for example, bluets or violets. And now pronounced ‘pluralities.‘ Taken and used as another kind of beacon. Interrupted by blossoming.
Sean G. Meggeson is a poet and audio/spoken word artist, living in Toronto, Canada where he works as a psychoanalytic psychotherapist with his dog, Tao. He has been published in a range of journals and magazines, including Antiphony, Bruiser, and the Journal of Experimental Practice. Forthcoming: a full-length poetry collection, j: poems (primitive press, 2026) as well as two spoken word & soundscape albums, Say Please and Liminal Animal. Find out more on his website.
