Red River Girl Posts

not quite as funny this time around
moon. how many jokes can there be
about boobs?

(you can stop counting now, Jim)

by the time you read this
we’ll be travelin moon. eighteen wheels
and a spacesuit. with nothin to lose.

I’m referring to french fries as vegetables
moon. so you keep eatin healthy.
we’ll eat healthy too.

(short)

you know moon, we really don’t know what to say.
you’re actin all frisky
but you’re light years away.

.

(longer)

why do you talk of the rain,
moon?

and what do you know
of my heart?

and who did you think
you would lead to believe
it could ever be
anyone’s fault?

who did you ask
before you fell–
and where did you check the facts?

It’s only a taste,
but it can’t be returned.

let it become
the past.

( vip: )

why do you stare at the moon,
black dog? and what could you
possibly see?

( dog: )

a rabbit. a carrot. and a bottle
of glue. I’m a doggone detective.
in a dog mystery.

( vip: )

of course.
how silly of me.

polish your shoes moon and
straighten your tie. cuz we’re gonna make
a grand entrance tonight.

(please stay pinned, pins.
please stay sticky, tape.
please stay yummy grape
…cîroc?)

considerin things folks say I oughta do
moon. I’d assign some to you
but your plate’s gettin full.

(so grab a fake mustache–
let’s go play some pool…)

you’re gettin too big for your britches
moon. somebody might havta downsize
you real soon.

that costume is downright hilarity
moon. I can’t hear what you’re sayin cuz
I’m laughin at you.

(a tool set?)
(hahahhaaaa… well it’s bent.)

you’re cold and a little bit clammy
moon. who’da guessed you’d get jumpy
over one little boo.