Zonked Art

Zonked art

Some would say

A day older

And now a day further

Away

Zonked art

Sitting on the shelves

Nothing more to say

Than

What the hell

The Automatic Hurry

Up and out of bed

To the breakfast table

Brush the teeth

Out the door

Work out

Rehearse

Write

Repeat

But now

Wait

Hang on

Changing times

Require us to slow down

Now

The Waitress

She works long nights

Waiting on tables

Trying to get by

She remembers the night

That she fell into love deep

She told him all the secrets

That she keeps

From long 

Long 

Long

Ago

His work 

Drags by

But he can still remember 

That look in her eye

He’s trying to build a life

And he’s doing alright

But it’s hard to fix

The things that he can’t see

So he tells 

Her

Let’s flee

My girl 

Near the sea

Or in the streets

She’s a lovely bride 

To be

My girl

In the mountains

Near the sky

He asks “Would you be my wife?”

I’m going to love you 

My whole life