Month: March 2010

let’s get you served up with some hot sauce
moon. piñatas, noise makers and
party hats too.

cheshire grin in the sky
moon. you’re here and you’re
gone and you’re here
again.

(Jim says you look sweeeeet in 3D)
(Frank agrees…)

If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Your Nose:

…this is an ode to your nose.
and the way that it sniffles and
blows.

how it wrinkles and sneezes
and runs where it pleases
just to keep you at home with
a cold.

when not under the weather
there’s none that smells
better: toast burning. spits turning.
wood fire. a rose.

so many more uses than
one might suppose.

your nose.

gonna take us a bit of a nap
moon. we’ll clean this place up
after nap time is through.

Irish-today eyes are smilin
moon. (and our shoes-for-tonight
will be be dancin soon too.)

boxin things up
moon. for higher ground.
and we sure do appreciate
you stickin around.

means a lot.

gonna bait you and catch you and reel you in
moon. fillet, fry and serve you
at the Windbreak Saloon.

(of course Jim‘ll want chicken)
(he should try somethin different…)

you could skip rocks across this puddle
moon. but you won’t wanna step out
in your blue suede shoes.

gonna shuffle you up in my playlist
moon. and repeat you before you can end.
then burn you right onto a thousand CD’s
and give you to all of my friends.

this dance party’s all for your benefit
moon. (well you and the overnight
fire hall crew…)