Cobblestone Streets

A Saint Patrick's day poem

Run along the yellow brick road,

Sucede into ecstasy

With my hand over your eyes.

What will you see?

Hues of colors yet to be discovered?

Rays of light beaming through

The cracks in your fragile eyelids?

Islands open to you wide,

Filling your mind with mirages,

To make you a martyr

Against shed tools.

Watch it dye you envious

And drown you in its waves of mercury,

Watch it color the cauldron gold.

Do you feel the beat

Of the main drum?

The heartbeat breathing soul

Into your broken lungs,

Licking your insides to

Murder the liver,

For what fun is there in living without artificial life?

Enchant the odds

Stacked against us

And represent a world

That to you is unwelcome here,

Shut those with their forward-thinking minds out

And take another hit...another chug,

Here on the cobblestone streets.

Author's Note

This has a lot of references to Chicago in here so if there's any confusing spots do feel free to ask. :)

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The scenery you portray ---
and the the way this goes...
with your letters underline: RIDE...
is there a hidden message...
in this verse...or was that just for style...

[Riley Bray]

I'm glad you caught that! I wasn't sure if anyone would to be honest haha. Yes, " ride" is a slang word used by teenagers nowadays and it refers to drug abuse. Thank you for the review. :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Thanks of the interpretation...urban language...I presume...