The Church of the Open Sky

With day-glo highlights
like those
ancient psychedelic images
that bent your eyes
a handful of dead brain cells ago

out of the blue & into the damp

“True Prophesy” in metallic blue paint
on the side of a dirty white Ford pick-up

Rosecrucians? Hare Krishnas?

whoever they were they had a long way to go

& Our Lady of Easy Virtue boils water on the beach
as you clutch yr one-way ticket
& the wind conducts a symphonic interlude for circular violin
& ukulele banjo

klaxon horn

ambulance siren

& a choir of ballpeen hammers