sprinkle stardust
on your running shoes and catch-us-
if-you-can, moon.

The river looks fine from here.

vanishing into thin air
moon. if we’d just close our eyes I suppose
we’d find you.

wind makin us dig out fall jackets
moon. clouds cover you up
then let you back through.

hearsay and so forth and
such is life moon. at least that’s
what the porch had to say
about you.

full circle of hands beatin drums
moon. drumin up vibes of good health
to you.

exactly at half your potential
moon. stay here at the table
until you get full.

it’s two AM we’re still up talking
moon. you think we’re funny and we’ll give you
cute. so new it’s still strange
give it time it could change
into waiting and
pacing and rules.

take that baseball cap off
in the house moon. and look in my eyes
when I’m talkin to you.

seems like these folks have
known you forever moon. mind if we
stick around? there’s a lot
to learn.

fall asleep at your desk
writin letters, moon. wake up
with a version of
close to the truth.

what’s next on the star-gate adventure trail
moon. nobody’s buyin
you haven’t a clue.

you call that a pork chop sandwich
moon? let’s stretch your mind
around barbecue.

your mother called regardin your
whereabouts moon. I told her
I hadn’t seen you
since noon.  (yeah. I know. had to
say somethin, dude.)

g’nite moon, g’nite moon, g’nite
moon, moon, moon. the
tide is yours to push
and pull.

funky-fresh, mix it up, rewind-it-back
moon. kick off your stars and stripes
and groove.

if wishes were
horses we’d run out of
grass. and the beggars would
still have to walk, moon.

best get that stairway to heaven to code
moon.  someone could stumble.
and gosh they might sue.

one more cigarette and
a coffee moon. mornin’s gonna
be here soon.

quit hoggin the guacamole
moon. and maybe don’t eat
with the serving spoon.