Saturday, November 16, 2013

Sonny

Sonny

The world was ours, Sonny.
All we kept from our families...
the smiles atop your faker’s face...
those miles we walked at acid’s pace...

And the way the moon was pliable...
how the strings above were viable!
In the snow globe, once living...
like two fish, just swimming...

You were growing the greenery
when green was my scenery.
That sharp taste and that sour spit,
forgave and forgot for another hit.

I marvel at how the world turns,
now at our two different paces.
I am here; you are there,
now we’re lost in all the faces.

The world was ours, Sonny,
back when we were family. 
A high smile’s sheen is always bright,
soon we’ll walk miles toward the light.

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