flabbergasted

Does this book serve any purpose
the whistling ash of this memory or that
the slender cartilage cathedral of the imagination
the long nailed goddess of this or that dream

5 years prior my house caught fire
after I rescued my baby brothers
their were items of sentimental significance
the ball, the spyglass, the oyster shell, the sundial

let them last a little longer
even as the glacier melt
pours onto our laps
and our kisses resound like
eggshells in the basement of elusive consciousness

I am yours you are me
I am around you I am between
on the mountain
I am under your heels as you walk
In the heavans
as you drink the sky

You are incarnating mirror
images faster then I
can reach out and caress
the flaccid radio dial

a turn to the left
at the Bolivian bullfight
5500 miles from me
350 miles from the sea

a turn at the right
and Tilden park beach
kids washing up
like kitchen flies
around my ears and smoking

Flex back the peel
first left then right
turn the page down 300 east
to my aging sunbathed bodies twilight
and be midcentury, flabbergasted