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

A groovy minute

Long

Moment

When the holders

Hand is no longer holding

What the wind is blowing

How so much can go by

Without even knowing

That there was a moment

And now it is gone

Snow maid

On a spring day

Upon a bird

And down all the way

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

Naughty corn

On an overblown night

Holding hopes

And speaking lightly

Of the world around

Us

I go in with no hope

Of win

Or expectation

One whole breath

Holding walking

Around this nation

Cynical wheel

In full-motion

Hoping to escape

It’s full-fledged

Devotion

To disruption

In place of peace

All the axels

And all the grease

Guard dolls on bad days

Have a meaningless full

And more grey

Hoping for a respite

In times of hurried expectation

With one hope

And a waiting nation