deep-fry you right up
at the street fair
moon. serve you hot. on a stick.
(at Jim‘s Sizzlin Space booth)
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Checkin' things out by the river.
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deep-fry you right up
at the street fair
moon. serve you hot. on a stick.
(at Jim‘s Sizzlin Space booth)
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got us some muchas smoochas
moon. muchas et muchas de
smoochas pour tu.
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fallin right outta the sky
moon. stick you back up
with Gorilla Glue.
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throw lucky horseshoes. wish
on a star. jump on a calico
trolley car. get off
at first avenue. wait
in the rain. call for a
taxi. start over
again.
spend your last sixpence
without asking why. fill
cupid’s quiver
with whiskey
and rye.
wake up
in the morning. follow
the sun. the moon’s there
to greet you
when daylight is done.
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sittin on fish chairs
by the lake with you
moon. it’s one of our favorite
things to do.
(Jim knows where you can get one too…)
(Minnesota Lake Chairs)
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things that want our bodies,
moon.
children.
cancer.
men.
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let’s sleep on the floor
by the window
moon. tell scary ghost stories.
(that might be true)
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skinniest sliver of celery
moon. gonna eat you with chopsticks
and noodles
at noon.
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can’t blame us for starin
when you rumble by
moon. you’re so loud. and intriguing.
(vrrrrroooom)
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if we had to paint you by number
moon, the colors would be a surprise:
red rock-dusted cheeks, silver-blue
midnight lips. green thistle-grass
for your fingertips.
it’d be nice to add hair… but you’ve got none
to spare, so we’ll spritz you
with fireflies.