she dries her hair in sun
in red frock windborne high
dreaming there's one
one day would pass her by

enwrapping in heat
sun licks her oily skin
flows down her lithe feet
craves one peep deep within

tickles her wind's mischief
its murmurs's caress
titillates her like a leaf
paints a rose on face

with her i can spin
yearns in my core
she's sweet sixteen
i'm two scores more

Patterned patents of black and white,
Stripes in vertical lines, swirls encircled
One point view and paths within a maze
Weary of single sided mirrored reality?

Look through my eyes, see elongated pupil
Let me be your mirror of a surreal reality
Where birds squint and fleet, feel and squeeze
Catch the breath and inhale the beauty

See the colored landscape of the universe
Walk on the aisles lighted with magnificence
Float in intermittent dimensional zones
Touch the peace within the chaotic world

For there was a time my mind and logic raced
Crazed with fear and delusional love cages
Fade in the wonder, bounce to enlightment
Pounce to freedom, be the wave of the essence

I take to a boil
the creamy consistency
of christmases gone by

and hang out
the lights of
stirred recollections.

I set a table,
a feast to share,
those who won't show
outnumber the presents.

I take a place
within the play,
rehearsing the blurring
of me. I sit amongst

those who won't show.

The lily’s withered chalice falls
Around its rod of dusty gold,
And from the beech-trees on the wold
The last wood-pigeon coos and calls.

The gaudy leonine sunflower
Hangs black and barren on its stalk,
And down the windy garden walk
The dead leaves scatter,—hour by hour.

Pale privet-petals white as milk
Are blown into a snowy mass:
The roses lie upon the grass
Like little shreds of crimson silk.

I wanted to be a poet,
so I creased myself into
a bright blue envelope,
addressed to the moon,
and asked the Old Man
His thoughts about how vast
mountain ranges are contained only
by the bones of his ribs.

And He sat quiet, opening His crusted,
ancient mouth only to ask
"Do you love him?"

I stared, doe-eyed and small,
as the stars dimmed their chatter.
My cheeks lit up like comet tails,
but He nodded His head,
shutting the half moons of His eyes,
not asking questions, or rhymes,
or reasons.

"Then why do you stare up
at the stars at night
when the brightest one
lies fast asleep in your bed?"

You laid me almost prone upon my back.
Head elevated 'pon an icy pillow.
Hands clamped firm upon the scary chair.
Invisible clamps they were.
Relax you say.
Only hurt a little bit.
Methinks this woman's chatting s**t
Flashed lights into my eyes.
Want to tell.
Can't even cry.
My nose drips with unfeeling fear.
Hammer drill battering.
Position unflattering.
Dribbling from all ends.
Gasping and struggling.
Can't escape.
Metaphorically *****, unceremoniously by the dentist in the morn.
Cavities in my broken teeth.
All gone.
They were giving me such grief.
(c)LIVVI