Month: January 2010

early to bed. early to rise…
means you’re gonna miss out
on the moon’s crazy rides.

albino cashew in the sky
moon. lick the salt. eat you up.
ask for more.

If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Club Soda:

It’s the way that your bubbles
effervesce the days troubles
and convert perfect strangers to kin.

How you giggle and dance
on your way down the hatch

to mingle with
tangerine friends.

How you marvel the luck–
being un-bottled up

with nothing but
white space
to hold ‘ya.

Club soda.

this article meets all flammability requirements of
California, moon. if only they’d say
the same about you.
(burn baby burn)

if the box was an indication
moon…we’ll be opening something real big.
real soon.
(Jim’s sorry about the super glue)

there’s plenty of room at the table
moon. come down and join us
for a round or two.

(Jim says bring a wrench)
(and some brandy)    (and chew)

now that… was a heck of a samba
moon. makes me think when we’re sleepin
you’re out gettin your groove (on).

gonna come pick you up for a coffee
moon. the shop’s open late
and the car’s nice and warm.

you’re certainly full of surprises
moon. and laughter and smiles and
moments of truth.

(tell Jim to get outta the phone booth)

tonight’s the first night of the rest of your light
moon. you’re lookin all shiny and polished
and new.