Saturday, January 29, 2011

Postmodern Kitty

The Postmodern Kitty has graduated magna cum laude
With a degree in Ennui, a minor in
Disdain of Western Civilization.
She is unsurprised
When chaos descends unexpectedly
Into her pedestrian days,
Since she is so often
The agent of it.
She spends hours at a time
Contemplating creating the definitive art installation
That will demonstrate the essential
Uselessness of action.
Her contemplation
- to the uninitiated –
Is indistinguishable from napping.
Her art installations
Are indistinguishable from – well.
Everyone’s a critic.
Besides (the Postmodern Kitty thinks)
All Art now is just
Fashion
All Literature merely
Fashion
All Music merely
Fashion Fashion Fashion. Why go on?
Why create?
The Postmodern Kitty takes
Another hit of catnip,
Knocks over a vase
And contemplates what form would best be suited to
Revolution
In this dozing world.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Wish

My wishes for you are simple:
That you never felt my touch as anything but tender
That you never heard my voice as other than encouraging,
That you never saw me look at you with anything but love,
That my fear for your safety was a scent you never caught.
But maybe that is wrong, and nature-counter.
It would make a nest too soft and safe for leaving
And as my mother said, “all birds must fly.”
So my wishes for you are simple:
Touch the rough surface of the world, hear its noise
Take in all its scents, sweet and foul,
And know the metal taste of fear on your tongue,
And fly anyway.