Medicine Snowman Cure All

It was in winter snow
we were billowing
perhaps because of carrots
that refused to become
noses for our Jacks O'Frost
Elijah always said
"Wait for summer and you're dead"
Specially that dreadful summer of 96'
of broken nose and ribs
because we were gay
and Elijah was
my imaginary friend
turned lover
when I tongue-kissed my pillows.
Elijah made me promise:
"I'll always look for you
at the Wicked Park"
'cause there's no voodoo
more powerful
than longing for our own
private boo.
Mine's Elijah as we say goodbye
"Medicine Snowman cures all, but don't worry
I'll never forget you,
never, sweet Elijah".