American Romantic

Waiting
A slice of moonlight dim in a hazy July
Just the crackle of wet wicks that will no longer burn
Dusting
Wadding old clothes in heaps for good will
My old blue raincoat was famous you know
Out of the cradle
Endlessly rocking
Magically moving over the rooftops
Out of the ninth month midnight
My tragic love, I’m carelessly coming clean
Haunting
The big-mouthed beauty picked gravel out of his knees
Then he pounded the keys and we swooned before lyrical Gods
Breathing
There’s nothing else, it’s all that I am
I’m desperately pleading, this blonde boy is weeping
Together we’re drowning now into the black night
I’m certain that he came?
A tender alley man looking up at the sky
Asked? son do you wanna get high?
I saw his white beard twitch and maybe a grin as I replied
Is there anything else?
He said,
Sing it one more time boys
The one about the snapshot of the Milky Way
Tonight we only need memories