"The Languishing Art Of The Breeze"

"The Languishing Art Of The Breeze"
lazily written on a busy summer day indoors by jake kilroy.

The languishing art of the breeze;
so cool and sweet,
full of rhyme and repeat,
as familiar as the taste of memories,
like rusty, old dreams and no projector -
'tis just you asleep in the theater,
waiting for your flame to wake you,
so you can drive your car
on summer afternoons
with the wind riding wild with you
and your regrets flying out of the exhaust,
until your stereo doesn't play,
until your heart doesn't work,
until this poem doesn't make sense.