Strange

The strumming reaches the ceiling and out
The open window,

Till far from its guitar, files in with the dusk,
Whose thoughts are gold-red and blue-gold
And gold-pink.

The UFO is a treasure map.
How an angel, in the city,
Sitting on a power line, marks the spot.

Till the cosmos tickles on the tongue
And expands between the ears.

21 thoughts on “Strange

  1. i get the smoke from a cigarette vibe….in a bar, the smoke rising to a ceiling fan and getting split up and spreading. I don’t know. That’s just the feeling I got….like a contraction to an expansion….”the cosmos tickles on the tongue and expands between the ears”———–WHAT A FINISH!!!!! “cosmos expands between the ears” and all from a strumming……music does this too….a dog too…..”The UFO is a treasure map”……hell yes!! What a great thought!

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