Month: September 2009

where are you? there you are
foggy moon. sweep clouds away
with a magic broom.

paper-thin sushi grade cucumber
moon. mix you with ginger
and iTunes.

did you just squeak out a fart in the ele.
moon? we’re a little embarrassed to be
riding with you…

late harvest, golden red Flick-My-Bic
moon. we’ll think our own thoughts as
your ember burns.

watching so coyly from
behind your bangs moon. we’ll
be back to
see you soon.

g’nite, moon cafe. it’s been
a swell day.

and no, it’s not [quite] all your fault
moon. I wasn’t listening and I’ve heard
it takes two.

peeled, seeded, sliced, boiled and strained
moon. seal you up in a jar and
keep you till June.

giant cue-ball moon.
clear the table.  put you
in my pocket.

why must you stay out so late
moon? it’s bad for your teeth
and the rent is due.