Dogs? or Cats?
I know them when I see them.
It's like winter days in fall and spring,
fascism, oligarchy, ultra-anything.
It's like love and music and
is that Art? My brain contains
templates, not definitions. Pegs
and holes, friend, pegs and holes.
I can guess it's a dog, or Bach,
from the way the crows describe it
or the look of your posture.
If it fights its way out of the hole
labeled CAT, it might fit better
in ANARCHY or FREEDOM.
Those who know how may
take an Allen wrench and fine tune
the things I call planets, what fits
in my Democracy, but I need
to try a semicolon against my
semicolon slot. Is this thing “war”?