Shoot it in beneath my skin
The halogen
The incandescent
Running through the streams within
The city is a drug
Close my eyes and breathe it in
The stinging scent
Of crowded pavement
Exiting the valves and vents
The city is a drug
Pour it out and drink it down
The taxi cabs
The frantic sounds
Window saints in curtain gowns
The city is a drug
Place the capsule on my tongue
Metropolis
With clouded lungs
Dissolving into songs unsung
The city is a drug
This is a great way to portray the city
Thank you!
It makes me long for the city.
The city is a good place to get lost when I have time. Some music and a walk…
“The incandescent, running through the streams within, the city is a drug” β€
Thank you so much!
wow, awesome poem. simple words enchanting enough to become a drug. π
we love to portray the rural landscape as beautiful, so we see a lots of poems on that topic. the city beckons a mysterious and eerie sense and only the bold would take inspiration to pen words.
This is an injection of pure
thought my wickedly fine friend π
Excellent…
Androgoth