Chicago

Written by: Conor Jordan

The Coke Makes The Vodka Smell Different,
Tingles The Nose and Makes Me Feel Ensickened.

Eighty Eight Tiny Hammers Striking String, 
Softening The Hit of The Liquids Infusing Nature.

                                 - What's Chicago Like? -

Maybe One Day I'll Go There, Liquor Myself Into
A Necessary Courage and Find The Elusive Amethyst.

My Amethyst Amidst The Ashes, That's What I Called 
Her, The Perfect Mould For Every Future Entwinement. 

                                  - And My Amethyst She'll Stay -

Forever My Muse of Unbridled Perfection, The Chords She
Created With Her Sweet Voice Were Raw and Beautiful.

Her Voice, Seemingly an Allegory For Her Physique and 
Demeanor. Clumsy... But So Willing To Love.

                                   - The Ease of Creativity -

My Beautiful Forgotten, How You Have Facilitated The
Emptiness of This Man, My Lolita Incarnate.

Your Nymphet Spark of Eccentricity, I Can Still Feel
Your Heart Beating Against My Chest While I Sleep.


                  - Chicago is The Center of My Hell -
                    - A Hell I Should Make My Home -