I am not Going to Listen

monday here tastes of macadam
for the good looking suicides
personal secretaries turn thier iphones
toward many virtual complaint desks
this is a spell for peace and calm
who knows a cool dip three miles up
who knows why the blue rose left
silly rhymes in the wake of modern talk
jest is the truest of proclamations
that are inventions of the obvious
when the balloon animals pop
place is what i am most sure of
in my chair waiting for the planes