Category: hello, moon

you’re gettin too big for your britches
moon. somebody might havta downsize
you real soon.

that costume is downright hilarity
moon. I can’t hear what you’re sayin cuz
I’m laughin at you.

(a tool set?)
(hahahhaaaa… well it’s bent.)

you’re cold and a little bit clammy
moon. who’da guessed you’d get jumpy
over one little boo.

hi Wayne, you’re cute. let’s kiss.
(quiet, moon. we did not ask your opinion
on this.)

(cross my heart, moon. poke a needle. we made that
all up. we don’t know any Wayne’s
anyhow, anyways.)

(Jim, on the other hand…)

wonderin why you’d be askin that
moon. who in the sky
you been talkin to?

(mother mighta been right)

got half a mind to go after you
moon. but you’re so far away
and your credit’s no good.

(about eatin carrots and not watchin too much tv)

better get you in for an eye test
moon. you’re lookin all blurry and fuzzy and
… stoned?

gonna sit in this orange velvet chair
moon. and think me some orange velvet
thoughts about you.

I’ve seen other planets and shooting stars
moon. but none of them half
as pretty as you.

don’t make me stop this car
moon. you don’t wanna see me
make out with you.

(am)

tennis courts are empty moon, and squirrels have
squirreled away the nuts and bolts and secret things
they save for colder days.

(pm)

stop in your tracks, moon, and stand
at attention. this is a you’re talkin now I wanna talk
intervention.