Elvo grew a horn in his dream,

The dream that scared his Mom

When the creaky floorboards

Announced his sleepwalking.

Elvo always came-to in her arms

And always thought it must be love,

Until the adolescent lessons

Started up in the star-bred night

And his twin brother was rejected

By a cat-eyed girl around the bend.

And even though he hadn't success himself,

The pain seeped from his brother's empty clutch

And crowded over Elvo's dreams.

There was nothing he could do

But embrace a turgid rack of empathy.

On those still midnights in their room

His distant brother toiled and shook,

While Elvo listened without a breath

For the little ravenous crisis

And the wiping sigh of loneliness,

And then the novel sympathies

Came over Elvo in a new found love,

For his brother deserved everything:

The rapt attention of a den of friends,

A drug and a charm and a champion gun.

Elvo offered the guardian Angel of his Earthly fun

The freedom of his soul

So that his brother could boast

The scar of girl on his chest

And Elvo thought he knew love.

But when finally the tendrills in Elvo's loins

Turned on their steaming heat,

His Angel held out hands of its own

And bade his eyes should never close

And the riff of music draw him away

As from the shore of youth

Into the tide of age.

And floating there,

Lost in the sea-vines of hope,

Elvo and love should never elope.