A full moon glows high over 7-11 Pork rinds, candy bars, and wrinkled hot dogs Wait inside, and craters wait above White Lines by Grandmaster Melle Mel stuck in my head (Get higher baby)
I drop two Milky Way Midnights into my gullet And rush home, recalling how I used to take my son Out at night, before bed, nestled in my arms, and have him say Goodnight to the moon, to luna. We peer at her through binoculars On dewy grass. (Get higher baby)
Selenic orb peeking back, Awaiting its goodnights, We bid adieu Then we read Shel Silverstein, and Morpheus and Hypnos pulls him Into the world of sleep. (Get higher baby)
(Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang) Catching the moon’s reflection Off of a silvered window, I’m reminded of the simple pleasures Awash in reigniting tradition- This only happens once in a blue moon.