Chicago

Illuminated quests for adult pleasure, frigid black street, we,

youthful but not innocent

Marching on, past fashion, with fashion, mocking fashion

Unshared guilt consumed in the morning, in mourning,

The cool kids of parallel coasts

Smooth, unblemished, glowing like prophets in photograph

Eyes of gold in the city of wind

City of sin

Every city

Never lacking alchemy, the best. A matrimony of poets that can't write to save

a newborn

Speak now or forever hold your piece

In retropect, we lost

Opportunity in geniune beauty, for whatever it's worth, gone

The ice in throats, disappearing hands, the green hearts, gone