Absolute silence.
Doesn’t exist amongst
all the keyboards and chewing.
Almost words on cold cherry lips.
Keep the sopranos penned up.
No one wants to hear them.
Engineers and doctors.
That’s all you consider worth while.
Can’t see us,
perhaps.
It’s better that way.
Drama queens, nameless divas.
Soccer moms without a van.
Don’t look so lost.
But I forget, SUVs mean more
to you than to me.
A mixed up choir does
not
equal a mixed choir.
Broadway would understand.

You and your competitions.
The Words say “judge not”.
That includes art.
Your black tipped fingers
don’t go well with fluorescent.
The bags irritate me.
You said it wrong.
Irrational fear of containers.
Nonsense on paper.
Cheese.
I never liked cheese.

Tomorrow is what I have,
want, need.
Blow my dandelion wishes
To a time when silence
exists.
There were no out door pools
to interrupt.
Only the birds managed song
without a composer.
District lines are
are not for ninnies,
but they’re not for me either.

Candlesticks.
Didn’t think of that, did you?
Dangle earrings are in,
in the way of thought, I mean.
I do mean that.
Contemporary won’t be modern
tomorrow,
and you’ll wish away those earrings.
Zirconium is a sad excuse
for diamonds,
but you never were good with subtlety.