Red River Girl Posts

full as a pie-in-the-face
moon. coconut creme. let’s
eat some of you.

we might fall asleep with our shoes on
moon. and you might havta drive us home.
it’s not very far.
in your DeLorean car.

(we’ll make Jim ride on the hood…)

there’s been an unscheduled delay
moon. but we didn’t let it turn us around.
we took it in stride
with some burgers and fries.
and a nose.
from a bet with a clown.

(turns out Jane knows a lot)
(about astronauts…)

today’s a good day for a birthday
moon. we’ll blow out the candles
and count on you.

eeny, meeny, miny
moon. gonna sit here
and smile. and
think about you.

(Jim, Jim, Jim)
(what on earth)
(is a girl)
(gonna do about him?)

if you must drive the wrong way on a one way
moon, you might wanna, maybe just
put down the phone…

our hair smells quite yummy washed under
the moon. like midnight. and stardust. and
kisses. and blue.

let’s get you set up with a handbag
moon. lotsa secret compartments.
with extra room.

(Jane recommends a few totes)
(or a rucksack)
(and hobo)

(…that’s Jane though)

(Jim thinks one small clutch)
(is more than enough)

(Frank‘s ready for lunch)

rock-a-bye, lullaby, pie-eyed
moon. we could all fall asleep
in the cradle of you.

when your big brother tells you to do somethin
moon…you might havta wonder
if he’s up to no good.

(Jim‘s got a flashlight)
(in case we’re stuck here all night…)