Bricky, Bricky City,
Lawyers begetting Lawyers,
Police-issue pistol grip heels
Pump & Sway,
High-rise glinting the catenary curves
As Saarinen’s Gateway broaches the West.
Beleaguered at the frontier of your chair,
Ratcheting in bumps,
Beautiful & bifurcated,
Plummy soft we polymer
Can I pull the shades of your sudden cement-buckling sigh?
Can I trace the thudding plush halls of your heart,
While my own laps your thighs thickly,
Slow & full,
The Mississippi itself.