Mona Lisa's Third Eye: 25 Haiku

Mona Lisa’s Third Eye:
Twenty-five Haiku

By John Sandbach

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

John Sandbach is a novelist, poet, painter, and mystic. He has published numerous works of fiction and verse, and he resides in Kansas City.