Black Velvet Elvis

 

Feral kids wandering the streets

 Under the moonlight

the hormonal youth

feel the draw of the final

hopes before the fall,

like moths battering

the porch light.

Feral Kids

wandering the streets,

a stolen beer in hand

Texting their desire

under the stars

Chasing the last

hot moist days of summer

and some lustful siren's call.