Category: hello, moon

where do you go on vacation
moon. what do you wear outta town?
guessin you’re in a whole lot
that you’re not
from sun-up to sun-down.

what if you blew us away
moon. and no one was left
to play with you?

found us a bit of a blues man
moon. played us a bit
of a tune. gave us a bit
of a kiss. and a kiss.  and the rest…
we left.
to you.

what if there was no facebook
moon. what if we couldn’t Tweet.
what if Flickr got sick.
and WordPress undressed.
and LinkedIn ran out
in the street?

what if Foursquare
went somewhere. and mySpace got
the squeeze. what if StumbleUpon
just got up.
and walked on. after Tumblr scraped
its knee?

what if Bebo had not been
sold. and Ning was the next best
thing. what if Blogger didn’t have to make
long-winded longer. and Last.fm
played hymns?

and what if this poem went on.
and on. and no one even cared—
about all the social zombie droids
that click.
and blink.
and stare.

settin up a new contact in YouMail
moon. delicious greetings
just for you.

coulddya stop with the bein so cute
moon? cuz it’s makin it hard
to forget about you.

the girls and the boys and the girls
moon. and the boys and the girls–

and they’re all fulla you.

you seem like a bit of a voyeur
moon. lookin in on us all night long.
we’re glad that you’re bright and
you’re up there so high. but please
keep your eyes where
they belong.

cut you up like a garden-fresh onion
moon. you keep makin us cry.
so we’ll keep choppin you.

how many ounces in love
moon? how many carats in true?
how many don’ts can you gobble up
before you cancel
do?