Red River Girl Posts

the mission was not quite accomplished
moon. which does leave incentive
to accomplish soon…

(it all hinges on Jim)
(go figure)

just for tonight
moon, we’re all wearing blue.
so if anyone asks…you can say
that you knew.

(Jim too…)

so this is the thing about wigs
moon: they can span many moods.
very sad. very fun.

(Jim says what the heck)
(let’s go get you one…)

as they say in Queen’s Britain, you’re un-sackable
moon. the earth would be crazy
to outsource you.

some things do not pay to ponder
moon… like who ordered King Oscar sardines.
(and used up all the Easy Cheese…)

gonna stuff you inside our mittens
moon. gonna keep you nice and warm.
(or we could just meet in Jamaica)
(ya mon)

no need to raise such a ruckus
moon. it’s Monday. we’re hungry.
you promised us stew.

early to bed. early to rise…
means you’re gonna miss out
on the moon’s crazy rides.

albino cashew in the sky
moon. lick the salt. eat you up.
ask for more.

If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Club Soda:

It’s the way that your bubbles
effervesce the days troubles
and convert perfect strangers to kin.

How you giggle and dance
on your way down the hatch

to mingle with
tangerine friends.

How you marvel the luck–
being un-bottled up

with nothing but
white space
to hold ‘ya.

Club soda.