Moon
iv.
nothin but seat belts and smiles
moon. they looked twice
at the drive thru…
(but Jim got us some food)
188/365
Posted in frank, hello, moon, jim, and pick 52
Category: frank
Late, Late
iii.
I love you crab.
with your scurry scurry tracks
ghost writing
on sand.
with your flurry of tasks
that of course you’ll
get done.
with your hurry hurry claws
dig-dig-digging.
with your hurry hurry legs
side-step-stepping.
with your beady beady eyes
laser-sighting me, so
enticingly, watch-watch-watching me
watch you
right back.
I love you,
crab.
264/365
Posted in frank, hello, moon, and jim
research uncovered complexity
moon. next time we’ll go under
cover with you.
231/365
Posted in frank, hello, moon, jane, and jim
If The Moon Wrote An Ode To
TBWLITH,DB,ABALTTG
it would not be mischievous. mysterious.
or stormy.
it would not be obtrusive. indecent.
alarming.
it would take great pains
to be couth and
upstanding. true to the letter
of law (and what have you)
it would not dismantle
any manner of manners. or meet
in dark alleys.
or break bread with scammers.
it would never cross lines,
however beguiling.
rather, make its acquaintance
in plaid.
smiling:
TBWLITH,DB,ABALTTG
(Jane says that’s too long for an acronym)
(Frank?)
(he’s a dog)
(it won’t bother him)
(Jim‘s swimming)
96/365
Posted in frank, hello, moon, and jim
(Frank ate up the VIP dance party cards)
(so we had to address them again…)
these Sharpies are makin us loopy
moon. so here’s what we’re gonna do:
open a window and toss out our clothes.
then we’ll just blame it
on you.
