red hair ablaze
a man squats with a story
and slowly the world turns pink
he squints from his
scar-face, leering at a
far away sight
his words are soft,
steady, full, blurring into
one another like rain
i could listen forever
hearing sights and smells melt,
then pour into my head
come with me, my friend,
he motions about,
i will make the world pink for you
you, who was born bloody red
but born into the darkness.
come into the light
with me, he says. his story
flies through the sky
ablaze like his wild hair
and i and all who hear the man
blink with fear and amazement
at he who brought pink to the world.