Friday, February 17, 2012

the Sink Man

happiness lingers through the broken windshield,
he bathes under the limelight
covered in sacrificial red paint,
points a finger toward the heavens,
sheds a single tear;
the ceremony begins fluidly as bare feet
pound purposefully on the cool dirt,
arms flail overhead,
back flexes religiously,
neck quivers wildly;
commencement between mortal and spirits,
inherent pain flutters through his epidermis,
uniting those secrets known yet kept silent.

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