Red River Girl Posts

you may find yourself growing sleepy
moon. cuz this is the part
where we hypnotize you.

(just forget about those)
(Jim‘s takin good notes)

we’re makin a road trip playlist
moon. is Mr. Microphone ready?
we’ll be visiting soon.

(Jim‘s gonna sing)
(he can’t carry a tune)

If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Toaster Ovens:

Ready for heat
at a moment’s notice. You tick
as you’re warming
tempting our noses.

You know we can’t wait long to
taste of. And chew.
So you burn up our tongues
like you always do.

Stainless steel.
On the counter. So full
of hot lovin’.

Darned if you can’t be all
or nothin.

Toaster oven.

no need to stomp, fuss and fume
moon. life’s gonna spill.
go find a broom.

1,300+ signs & symbols
moon. all gathered up in 1 book.
wonder if you’ll β included?
… turn the page and look!

(© today)

that was a big, big, big-band
moon. big ol’ chorus and improv
stretchin jazz around you.

(thanks a.c.) (gonna sound just as sweeeet
next week) (Studio 222)

the receptionist says you’re quite busy
moon. that seldom you’re even around.
so we’ll leave it to you—to decide when you’re through
with the space-race and wanna come down.

gonna stick you on top of my pencil
moon. and take you back to school.
the envy of every classmate: an eraser
the size of you!

(Jim‘ll drool…)

perfect round middle of Oreo
moon. twist off the top
and eat you.

(yum, yum, Double-Stuf)
(still might not be enough…)

that’s some impressive packaging
moon. bubble wrap, peanuts and tape.
no one will ever guess what’s inside
(until you jump outta the cake)