Tomorrow is June 30th, June 30th

Tomorrow Is June 30^th, June 30^th

 

On June 30^th’s

I always feel like I’m standing in Tokyo

but I’ve never been to Tokyo

so where I’m standing is a place

that I’ve made up based on words,

stock footage,

and missing you

in my head

 

on June 30^th’s I live in a dream

 

and in the dream the sun looks like the moon

and the moon looks like a ball full of cats

purring along to the opening notes

of early Bon Jovi                  (Tokyo Road)

 

everything that’s shitty about everything

gets replaced by bowling trophies, sombreros

and trout

 

because in this dream

Brautigan put the gun down

and traded in all thoughts of pulling the trigger

for another shot of love and whiskey

and an entire library

of more time

 

in the dream Brautigan’s still breathing

he’s 81 years old

and the reason the world doesn’t know

he’s still around

is he’s been living

in my basement

 

on June 30^th’s

he comes upstairs

and we watch Planet of the Apes

with the sound down

 

and write dick poems

about Charlton Heston

until we’re both too drunk

to spell ‘dick’ right

 

or we pretend the cats speak

Japanese and that’s why we don’t know

what they’re saying

 

one time we ordered a pizza

but our order got mixed up

and they brought us the Empire State Building instead

 

so for the rest of the day

we lived in the Empire State Building

and took turns being King Kong

 

until our hearts

had been made

out of bullet holes

 

and whoever the fuck

dream-owns the Empire State Building

kicked us out

 

 

 

(written while listening to 7800 Degrees Fahrenheit/Bon Jovi)