Month: September 2009

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.