where are you? there you are
foggy moon. sweep clouds away
with a magic broom.
Month: September 2009
253/365
paper-thin sushi grade cucumber
moon. mix you with ginger
and iTunes.
252/365
did you just squeak out a fart in the ele.
moon? we’re a little embarrassed to be
riding with you…
251/365
late harvest, golden red Flick-My-Bic
moon. we’ll think our own thoughts as
your ember burns.
250/365
watching so coyly from
behind your bangs moon. we’ll
be back to
see you soon.
249/365
g’nite, moon cafe. it’s been
a swell day.
248/365
and no, it’s not [quite] all your fault
moon. I wasn’t listening and I’ve heard
it takes two.
247/365
peeled, seeded, sliced, boiled and strained
moon. seal you up in a jar and
keep you till June.
246/365
giant cue-ball moon.
clear the table. put you
in my pocket.
245/365
why must you stay out so late
moon? it’s bad for your teeth
and the rent is due.
244/365
slow movin train close to stoppin
moon. cover your tracks
as you leave the room.