Gulliver's Friend

A man wearing funeral clothes Tongue tied, an unspoken tryst. He smiles, like an affectionate holocaust A quadrupedal wood, the locus of a hoover act. An assigned peacemaker painted Over the Judas kiss. And the one in a dress I dont pray, Nor his cousins are my prey. So i return, my oldest friend He bulids a concrete wall on my chest, Waiting for my heart to turn into a sapphire. As i carry around his gifts The kaleidoscopes, the Pavlovian nerves, The rings of the my eyes that aren't on my side. The other one gets all the light, The hails, the knees to the ground. No parasites in his body With neighbours mowing, their own cells clean. And four months, is a holy time. A life time of abyss, retreat flagged love Letting the devil's teeth out in every photograph. Ah, the kids carrying flowers! cannabis. You lionize, idolize Let them eat your dreams up, like cannibals. Their tickers ticking too fast,little violet explosives. How they dread the same gates guarded by a goddess, No gold and marble like The Hours' But i fancy my rewards regardless the red. And i dont pray, my name is an oxymoron. It rains a little and you ask for a scythe You, moron!