Mona Lisa’s Third Eye: Twenty-five Haiku
talk is cheap
but even at that
the dinosaurs have no cash
*
in Coco Chanel’s apartment
a giant meteor
and a puff of smoke
*
drifting toward sleep —
dark perfume
falling off a cliff
*
he rises
at night to write down
strange chords
*
even before
he could walk, his crib
floated on water
*
diamond —
a gathering
of windows
*
falling rain
reveals the mirrors
hid in clouds
*
a treatment
for claustrophobia — to swallow
elixir of mirrors
*
toward my back door
slow as a glacier
a graveyard flows
*
a tiny uncharted island —
a place
to hide from Egypt
*
mummy cloth
in a few centuries
I’ll unwrap myself
*
to prepare
for the Sack of Rome —
tea and toast
*
guns grow limp
unable to get hard
they die out
*
changing tastes –
once-famous paintings
are melting
*
behind Mona Lisa’s
third eye a temple of glass
still under construction
*
wet or dry
the stones are happy
to be a cathedral
*
inside a marble head
there is no memory
of Ancient Rome
*
in Kansas City
in a house of glass
a banker consults an astrologer
*
reaching up
Gertrude Stein catches
a bird in any sky
*
Gertrude Stein is laughing
a ball is falling to pieces
who fly away
*
just when I almost
saw the wind’s face
it changed
*
in Antarctica
researchers hallucinate
in fields of snow
*
like the Great Pyramid
there are many snowflakes
I’ll never see falling
*
in Gertrude Stein
patterns emerge
as fish in flight
*
it’s too beautiful –
I cannot finish
the novel