09 May 2016

Poem-A-Day #70 : Cryptarchy

Cryptarchy

And the government knows these things
all the things and the knowing is a thing
that is known and unknown

Here the aliens break open and reveal their inner cat pilots
in their little helmets and suits they are feline Power Rangers
in a rainbow of colors

I want to be bigger on the inside
to twist in the wind like an airfield sock
all phallic and flappy in the tall grass

There could be a sort of fight between the cats and myself
we would be like children playing war
the men in black watching us smiling plotting

Or the government is mute on all things - a broken edifice
limping in its tower - either way I catnip and I plant mines