The Lost of Lillyput (poem)

The Lost of Lillyput

When the elector of Lillyput cast her eye upon HVD Gulliver

those steroid bulging biceps drenched with rain

a shirt torn from struggle against tide and runts

the die was cast

Dogs run alongside SUVs

leashlessly crashing into pedestrians

snarling heir dream broadcast

biting and becoming

Bureaucracy of corporate warming

a thousand adds beyond rice paper curtains

draping voting booths with cookied silence

and privacy munched quafficly colliding sounds

Tectonics confect rising currents

fresh lava flows surging into cooling airs

spires tapped with aspirations written like prayers

carried atop the plate moving westward

Gathering years and the heaviness of sins

thickening memories flowing over the mantle

with each incandescent world core

sinking toward the trench

seven miles below the ocean surface

Divinity and shimmering a steel drum' storms

lightening, tightening, reforming shrunken heads

tied to Gulliver's belt of power

to a quantum notch apiece

Parallel to the moving target

trajectories evoluting emoted cues

anticipated in rational expectations of market

martinets consolidating performance within acceptable parameters

buying and selling surface swells

surfing standing waves where time persisting stays

sins fall like spent shells to the sea floor

in the deepest trench slipping down under silently

on a conveyor belt merging below the crust

into the most deep hell the world has to offer

with the lost slipping into eons of mass and energy

lifeless spirits achieving the death of a deathless forever

from mass to mass, energy to energy

in everlasting fusion

being to nothingness.