heraclitean fire

‘…heraclitean fire’
flash jack the old card
grins in his dungarees only
a dirigible supports him now
a dolphin
bouyancy aid
elaine wears moccasins
her pink cardigan cloud
shows her in heaven
they both grow
mirror skins
when they undress at night
not only the faces i saw in the pub
but whole bodies reflect
in fractured array
grotesque melodious caverns
neon advertisements
beatific junk jack
drinks a last pale beer she
a sherry and they wade off
through a field of columbines