Joyride [Revisit]

"Like still-life in motion"

Asphalt moanin’.
Beneath shade careen, in tow,
a purged, stale intimation;
“lungs-and-mind-ring dissonance.”
Fantasies linger (as too, their treachery),
linger night rhythm, joint-cleft pendelum-swing
!

Proven my defect Perusing the night,
Choked by exhaust, beast Of equal burden and respite;
To whom should reign: in trade Lingers the stale cough.