Cobblestone.

Glorious gigantic greenery
filled fantastic flights of thievery.
A thimble; a thin, symbol of servitude,
as symmetrical as pulchritude.

Beauty surrounds all the things we do,
sometimes it's in taupe, others in blue.
Grabbing at levitating atoms
lies a grisly, gnarled rattle.

Games of houndsteeth,
patches of crimson,
line sterile streets with seeds and peat,
like we're in prison.

Catfish catch us at our weakest,
when we're desperate, in secret.
A candid snapshot of us on Tuesday,
mothers no longer tell us who's gay.

Geysers, canals of chaos create my cityscape,
Typhoons wash our troubles off to seabreak.
Hyperventilating, so I take away my hand.
Hold onto me as we spin, I'll add vision to your wasteland.

With fingers tousling your green hair,
my lips will kiss you til you grin.
Crafty soldiers hold my ego hostage,
until you became my breakfast sausage.

When we, crystallize then come together,
we never separate for stormy weather.
Call me whatever you want to,
I'll be a ghoul while I haunt you.

Have a fever, let it take me over;
I'm powerless under your persona.
Six on the stick when we drive,
seduce me whilst I kiss the sky.

Like it or not—you know I'm your guy,
know you believe me when you look into my eyes.
Pull up skirt, then swallow your pride, 
since I know your tears already dried.

Prove to police fame comes at a price,
You don't have to tell it to me twice.
Hop on up, let's see what's so different 
when I know we're both out here 
counting dividends.