Occupy Poetry

Crooked Doll

BY Saira Viola

The Bronx Wizard is selling love rock for 5 bucks
And Sy wanted to fly
Get High
Paste on his plastic smile
And let those doubts glide
His hopes were bright
Endless like the Texan skies
He never hurt anyone
But held on
Real tight
Didn't want to lose THAT light
He had her picture etched in his inner eye
She was neon pink and cherry pie
Tripping on doubt
He figured her out
All they had was a paper bag
Punched through with first time lines
And no goodbyes or sorry ever afters .
Sy's soul closed to sunrays
Closed to laughter - downtime
The big nothing and he falls falls falls

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The Bronx Wizard by Saira Viola

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