not sure about this one yet...

[heartichoke]

oh the city speaks
to me; lilting its transgressions
in a low bass baritone;
black bones, and lackluster
sleeks and whisper.
it lightnings to cavort, and
grapples while we slope along
its underside. please take
this my pavement, my plundered
bride "in memoriam, ex hoc
beatam" she chants, smothered
by its weight "me dicent"
release elaborates, it subverts
through heavy persuasion
"omnes generationes".
I am the hardened stuff of your dreams;
I am the stoic cage of your yesterday ("").