Smelling sapphire, looking mahogany:
The nymph's grunts cast demons of
Frigid feelings out of my body --
Possessed by her legions of love.

But the images of her left with me --
Of her warm self and sweet essence,
Are now in the mirror of my memory,
Reflecting like shadows in the waters.

In full lunacy attire,
he's baying at the scornful moon.
The moon with many faces,
throughout the month of June,
The straight jacket's getting tighter.
his laughter's roaring crazily,
he's making so much noise,
they told him he was crazy,
his only last request.

To fit in with the others,
to be one of the normal boys.
he bares his teeth involuntary,
canine trapped behind the fence,
the fence of ill repute.

He lost his family years passed by,
was a traumatic road crash,
in which his kinfolk died.

Found the boy child,
hair of black,
took him to their lair,
the lupine lair of night,
and in such darkness,
did they care for the child,
for the child of the moon,
with thick black hair,
they heard him calling,
so they did.

The folk of the village also did.
they wanted rid,
called upon the powers that be,
would they release him?
let him be,
they kept him in a hospital,
a place of safety,
so they said,
no longer free,
his heart was bound,
******* with chains.

That was long, long ago,
and still we hear his howls of woe,
when the moon hangs high up in the sky,
listen very closely,
can you hear him cry?
(C) Livvi

Close your eyes and take a breath,
Inhale deeply,
relax,
exhale,
think,
look at the birds flying over your head,
how rapidly they fly,
they are the birds of time,
take a second breath and age has dawned,
once it was bright,
almost floral,
smelling fragrant,
Breathe in again,
in the blink of your pretty eyes it's gone,
your eyes lost their sparkle,
your hair has gone grey,
and you fight to beat it,
but you never can!
(C) Livvi

Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
               Partners in the mist.

               Lunging buffalo shoulder,
               Lean Indian face,
We who come after where you are gone
Salute your forms on the new nickel.

               You are
               To us:
               The past.

               Runners
               On the prairie:
               Good-by.

your love is as distant as the stars,
and just as dead.
yet i wish on them every night..