Category: hello, moon

we parked your ride out behind fryn’ pan
moon. cuz we know that’s your code name
for night school.

(your mother is not gonna fall for this scam)
(and why are you drivin a van?)

likity-splikity brick, mortar, splat.
now whatcha gonna do with all that
moon?

(for one, let’s stop sayin you’re handy with tools)
(why not give curling a whirl?)
(you shoot. Jane sweeps. Jim‘ll keep score)

(why does Jim have to come along again?)

do you really have to go moon? do you
need to fade away?
If we could wish kisses…

we’d kiss you to stay.

we know.
you’ll go.

so we’ll save you a place.
just in case.

someday.

for the last time quit changin the seat memory
moon. and the radio presets.
and take out that chew.

and you can stop mooning
the passengers too.

and no, I don’t care what Jim suggested you do.

(the things we put up with to ride with you…)
(who’s Jim, by the way?)

move over moon, and squeeze this dish
in. Delores from Walum
says you’re gettin too thin.

(she sent scalloped potatoes)
(and ham)

(…and some other stuff that spilled in the van)
(don’t tell)

(for Ian)

we’re gonna miss little parts of you
moon. and we’ll always be lookin
up your way for clues.

cuz we know you’ll be smilin
and watchin us too.

you better hold off on the turkey sticks
moon. cuz this pie is delicious…
and you’ll wanna save room.

you were askin for orange juice.
instead we found wine.
don’t know bout you moon, but we’re thinkin that’s fine.

(vitamin c…anti-oxidants…space travel…
what’s a girl to do? )

we’d trade a hundred-five paper clips
moon. if you’ll sit through our classes and
pay for school.

(no deal, huh?)
(criminy Jane…)

(hello, Jane.
you’re swell. it’s just an expression. we’ve always
admired you. gosh darn moon.
gosh darn, gosh darn, gosh darn…)

it’s time you got socially networked
moon. you don’t wanna seem outta touch.

so go get your tweets, diggs and links in.
then what’s say we meet out
for lunch?

(noon. at the silver moon.)
(you got some fans here in Fargo.)