Fontegaia revving up again.

11

 
Summer in Providence.  Infinite
depth (I cannot plumb).  Kingdom
of sidewalk dragon-world.  Microcosm
(in your heart).  Radius (toward Planet

 
X).  That your heart find peace
unknown in a world of highways -
where old Hobo goes crazy (Ramirez
portfolio; San Francisco long-term lease).

 
The secret love that croons in the cast-
off harbor (in the distance, under the
copperhead bridge) - lovely plot
of oblong racetracks (Franny's ass

 
comes in last) - shaded by hands
quicker than light (early morning
straw in the Campo).  Ezekiel saw
dem wheels a'glory - tottering

 
in the ring of a pickled Babylon
(no way, nowhere).  Remembered
first light in Jerusalem (embered
aubade).  Muttered his symbolon

 
for foregone generations.  Poets wheel
like horses - a mud-splattered ellipse
snorting the finish line through nostrils
of bloodswelled eclipse (each parallel

 
its own infinity - each bursting heart
harnessed by mesmerized hoofbeat
to the end).  Until bells (replete with
time) doom-boom : Father! the chariots...