Third Eye
to the third power,
27 golden daffodils
remain in the mind’s eye
out of sight
Sobbing
down a deserted freeway
stumbling into laughter
People as far as
the eye can see
a dance of jazz hands
Ushering in a new
heartfelt
age
Poetry and Whatnot from The Earl of Monte
Third Eye
to the third power,
27 golden daffodils
remain in the mind’s eye
out of sight
Sobbing
down a deserted freeway
stumbling into laughter
People as far as
the eye can see
a dance of jazz hands
Ushering in a new
heartfelt
age