Steven Webster

Sunny Boy - Poem by Steven Webster

Sunny Boy
Play that guitar
It'll all be clear
In the morning

Sunny Boy
Flash those two eyes
And wash this
Colour-lessness blue

Not a dry eye or empty glass in the house
When he plays, by nine everybody is soused
For every bottom of the glass
There's another glass new
There's not a bottom of the heap he doesn't minister to

Sunny Boy
Play that guitar
And paint this
Meaninglessness true

One more glass of sooth for my friends

Oh, I'm waiting to drown
In one more glass of my surrender
And I see my rhapsody clear
Through drunken eyes and notes delivered

Sunny boy, Sunny boy
Paint this meaninglessness true

Somewhere through the fog of it all
I can see all your faces out there
Can you wash it all blue?
Wash it all blue
Paint it all true
Paint it all true

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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