Walked in with your eighties fashion.
Hair tumbled in front of wide ****** eyes.
Thought you loved Bowie once.
Fleetwood Mac.
Kate Bush.
Pete Gabriel.
Frank Zappa.
Genesis.
Pink Floyd.
Supertramp.
Dylan's blues.
Living fast.
Acid trips.
Frantic hips.
43, pass it to me.
That's what they said in my day.
Hay day.
Years gone by.
Hazy,
Crazy lady.
Club Manhattan
Mados' bar.
My God,
Those times they were a changing.
At the time I never knew.
Hard to believe normality,
Would kind of capture me and you.
Know no-one from the past.
Anymore.
Maturity.
Changed the score.
*** and drugs.
Became a bore.
Creativity does it for me.
Lurks inside my funny head.
Goodnight,
Gods bless the friends,
I left there in the past.
Except the music,
Still plays power in my heart.
(c)LIVVI

I bathe in raindrops.
Dry in sunlight.
Freeze in frost on mornings bright.
Moonlight plays upon the clouds, as morning chorus  plays out loud.
Rats and mice do cross my path, as morning comes around.
The fast train flies at rapid speed, flinging sparks as it precedes.
Silently I sit at dawn upon the station so forlorn.
The light of dawn climbs to the sky.

Slow train creeps and here it stops.
Sparking as it slowly stops.
Next stop up the line is mine.
Always  busy.
Business men and dolly birds.
Female creature without a tongue.
As if I robot moves, a trophy upon a podgy business arm.
He slyly glances at all the females on the station.
London bound.
Waterloo.

Ascent into the land of work.
By now the sun has reached the sky.
I wonder why, when I get into the land of work it's really nearly dark.
And when the evening comes around the light has faded into night.
But night's not gone.
It's not right.
No proper daylight do I see.
Until the spring has sprung for real.
(c)LIVVI

Long claws that scratch.
And fangs that bite.
The ice descended over night.
Clear of clouds.
A sky that's bright.
Jack frost's paint brush.
Out in force.
Planetary alignment.
Pretty rare.
Blazing skies.
Eating fries.
Discarded ones.
Half eaten burgers.
Keeping warm.
Feeling for the homeless ones.
Waiting for the climbing sun.
In my thoughts.
In my mind
I'm indoors.
Guess what I find.
Warmth and coffee.
A cosy duvet.
So very lucky.
(c)LIVVI