Streets of the Third Coast

Another story of Love over life.

Streets of the Third Coast 

An avalanche of bitter farewell

Draining the heart of imperceptive

Blunt tongue thick as ice 

Take leave of ones senses 

The eye took us afloat 

Lost in the cloud

Breathing the mist of brooded life

Grasp us back to broad rime

Cascading pure Adam's ale 

Vital force against form 

Conquering both entities 

Holding on to the dark lanterns

Of the streets of the third coast 

Reviews

[Fernando Dardón]

This poem is very complex in language. I needed to read it several times, in chunks to understand it.
I like the Third Coast nickname, I didn't know that.

Great poem, the ones that make your neurons start working are the best!

Fernando

[Tomás Ó C..]

Where is the Third Coast?

Nice use of language

[Zoie Isabelle Salas]

Chicago was nicknamed as The Third Coast as a reference to its long Lake Michigan shoreline.

Thank you!

[Tomás Ó Cárthaigh]

Wow... never knew that. There's a cousin of a cousin of mine who was a notorious gangster who got her moniker from there too - Mary Ann Duignan (Degnan) who was known as Chicago May!!! I've a verse written on her, as oddly enough does Alistair Crowley have one written named after her but not about her as such.... surreal!!!