Category: hello, moon

you’re lookin all weebly and wobbly
moon. this freezing cold weather
must be gettin to you.
(or maybe it’s graduate school…)

gonna stare at you through this teleidoscope
moon. and watch how you change
with every turn.

(you’re so pretty I’m dizzy)

that was some scorchin hot jazz
moon. now where might you be playin
after the show?

(Jim liked it too, but he had to go home)

better charge your rechargeable batteries
moon. and keep the gas tank at least
half full. and carry chains or a rope and a shovel too.
you’ll be set for a push.
(or a pull)

some folks’ll say this. and some’ll say
that. but when I look at you moon–
you look right back.

(Irie)

the moon said to pack up your birthday suit.
and throw in a holiday robe.
and Jim’s waitin out in the driveway—
so grab some loose change and let’s go.

took a big bite,
moon. sent you down
to our tummies.
a cool kinda sweet, kinda
white-hot cold yummy.

(wasabi-honey)

gonna snuggle my face in your shoulder
moon. gonna smile and laugh
like we always do.

gonna open the future and dance through the door—
so magically different

than what we’ve known.

we’re gonna sing you a song at the barbershop
moon. the universe blending four parts
just for you.

(Jim’s gettin his Holiday haircut too…)