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Hobo Moon (2023)

Næht Mære
Lightning rips through the black midnight sky
 Revealing the moons mad, chaotic grin.
 Children awake in their beds
 Screaming for their mothers to come in.
 Rain taps upon the window
 Like some lunatic who begs to be let in.
 Thundering gods battle over earth
 As the devil begins to grin.

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Hobo Moon

The Zombie Association of America

Are you tired of living your life like the other brain dead Americans that consume the country? Are you sick of even waking up in the morning to face the day, your monotonous job, and your fellow employees? Do you live your life in fear of the others that surround you? What’s the point of even getting out of your warm, cozy bed to face a cold, uncaring world?  The Zombie Association of America has a solution for you. We will send one of our finest zombies to your home to infect you with their disease within the next twenty-four hours. Do not be afraid. You will be drained of your ambitions, dreams, goals, and any other cares you may have the instant our zombie begins feeding upon your brains. Once our zombie has finished their meal, you will be able to infect others that made life difficult for you. Don’t be the last person on your block to think for themselves. Eat brains today. Call within the next ten minutes and we will send two zombies for the price of one to infect you and your family. Act now. Sorry no COD’s.

Call 1-800-ZOMBIEUSA today!!!

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Hobo Moon (2022)

Nightmare

After crawling through the muck and the mire, I collapsed on the muddy bank of the swamp gasping for breath. Suddenly the most frighteningly bizarre creature I had ever encountered approached me with a look of curiosity. I recognized it as my cartoon character Nightmare, created during a spell of the most ferocious writer’s block. Unlike my other characters, I knew very little about Nightmare other than its unpredictability, having been created during a bout of alcoholic depression and severe writer’s block, as I have mentioned. But something was telling me I was in a great deal of danger. I had to run.

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Hobo Moon (2014)

Oh, tell me what you see oh wanderer of wanderers
As you happily stroll into town with nothing but an eagerness for adventure
And a coin in your pocket.

Oh, how the wondrous pastel shops line the cracked and broken streets of the village
Full of precious objects patiently crafted by the townspeople, 
The pleasant scents of fresh baked bread wafting from a nearby bakery,
And pies cooling in windowsills,
the warm smiles of strangers as I saunter pass,
The curiousness of children and the queer games they play,
The hot coffee and home-cooked meals,
The beautiful women planting their gardens,
The books in the library,
The sun casting shadows in the street,
The community of strangers working for a common goal,
A friendly conversation,
And a ride on a horse and buggy
Are the things that I see that have brought me to this village.
I have had a great adventure across this land,
And I have seen the vast wilderness from here to there,
For I have been everywhere,
But now I long for the touch of another,
To reach out to someone,
And to be heard,
For a life on the road is much too lonely,
And I wish to make my home here.

Oh, I see oh great wanderer,
That a life on the road is much to painful and hard,
But I too hope to find my own road of misery to the happiness I seek.

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Hobo Moon (2022)

An excerpt from A Nightmare Come True!
Those hands that once pointed
    in every direction
Have failed to move since she gave it away,
And though the band is much too tight, 
He still wears it every day.  
It helps him to remember
   that moonless night.
That night he tried to make her stay. 
Losing himself in his own reflection,
He remembers the words that she used to say,
The sweet reverberation,
Trembling from her lips in exasperation.
Eyes lost in a distant fading memory,
Like fog dissipating 
     with the arrival of the day,
He stares at his watch,
Waiting,
For those hands, 
Hoping,
To continue, 
Stuck in the past,
Their ritualistic dance.
Those hands.

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Part I

by Hobo Moon (2020)

What is a hobo?
Well, it's funny that you ask.

A Hobo isn’t some crazed loon
Screaming at the night.
He isn’t a funny character 
in some comic strip cartoon, 
though that would be all right.
Nor is he a strong man or goon 
with great feats of might.
A hobo finds comfort and reassurance in the moon 
when his inspiration seems out of sight.
He’ll never arrive too late 
or too soon. 
He’ll join his friends and family when the time is just right.
It doesn’t matter if he sleeps passed noon
Cause he follows the moon by the starry twilight.

He rides the rails from sea to sea
Collecting each and every memory
He is not woeful and does not worry
For his life makes him happy
And I think you will find without difficulty 
That there is a hobo living free 
inside the mind of both you and me.

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Hobo Moon Cartoons (2021)

Animated walk cycle loop by Hobo Moon

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Hobo Moon

She walks with me in my dreams,
 and loves me true, so it seems,
 but upon awake she is not there,
 she is with someone else without a care.


 I have loved her for many years,
 and cried far too many tears.
 The time has come that I told
 of the feelings for her that I hold.


 Always running in a different direction.
 Never very good at showing affection.
 This time I’ll do it right.
 I’ll tell her under the starry moonlight.


 Stay with me girl, just for a while.
 You know you always make me smile.
 Walk with me along the sand,
 and don’t let go of my hand.


 This love for you is very real.
 Please tell me how you feel.
 If you just want a friend
 I’ll stick with you until the end.

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Hobo Moon

The hands that once pointed in every direction
Have failed to move since she gave it away,
And though the band is much to tight,
He still wears it every day.
It helps him to remember that moonless night.
That night he tried to make her stay.
Losing himself in his own reflection,
He remembers the words that she used to say,
The sweet reverberation,
Trembling from her lips in exasperation.
Eyes lost in a distant fading memory,
Like fog dissipating with the arrival of the day,
He stares at his watch,
Waiting,
For those hands
Hoping,
To continue
Stuck in the past,
Their ritualistic dance.
Those hands.
Salvador Dalí’s painting Persistence of Memory, 1931.

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Hobo Moon Cartoons (2020)

Delve, if you dare, into the bottomless abyss that is The Rabbit Hole and lose yourself on a surreal journey into a magical realm of animation, cartoons, film, music, art, and literature by artists of yesteryear and today, as well as some of my own work.

Please take a look and enjoy.

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Hobo Moon (2020)

I’ve been on the road the last week enjoying the wilderness before the tourists start mucking it all up again so I haven’t been able to post anything in a little bit. This is one of the drawings I did on the road. I hope you enjoy this and the new Looney Tunes Cartoons episode I posted. Thanks for watching HMC!