SACRED RITUALS

In an old saloon in an alleyway behind a drugstore,

Sacred rituals transpire daily around a horseshoe bar

The sacraments carefully dispensed by the high priest

Each prepared according to an individual prescription

Mumbled mantras overheard among the devotees.

 

Off duty prostitutes and chefs and other such misfits

Meet in the early morning practice of sacred rites

Sharing emotions only the loneliest amid us could know

Embracing these devotions until the breaking of dawn,

Nocturnal denizens of an alter-conscious universe,

Like bats in a cave, they covet the dimness of the dark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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