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.