Bonaparte

he said, “It is the Beauty of all cities;
it is the cornerstone,
the miles of cobblestone
live, It breathes
in and up and down
and out and should
never be allowed to sleep.”
Paris is not only the neon gas
of the Champs-Elysses
and hasn't been the illuminating
architecture of the Visigoths
for quite some time;
it does live and breathe
and, I think,
throbs within itself.
it has cracked my stone complaints,
even to learn just enough
of these haughty phonics
so that my heart and head
can throb in syncopation.