A Place For Us

[jsun4hees]

Today is the day of suck
Today is the day of bad news bears
I have put a hit out on today
Long weekend of weak ends

So I said fuck this reality
And I made us a new world
A place just for you and me and us

A beach side get away
Just you and me with our backs against the waves
Tropical drinks on hand

I made a little house for us there
Weather beaten
Dried wooden siding
Screened in porch with furniture made from drift wood

It's furnished with remnants of garage sales
Remains of antique stores
Shag carpeting and sand worn wood.

We have a sloppy rusted jalopy
Gets us to the store
Gets us to the movies
Bench seats and tail fins
Whitewall tires gone brown with mud
An AM/FM radio
That only picks up Sinatra

We run in the waves
We glue shells to things for no reason
I'll build a sand city
So you can be Godzilla

We can fall asleep to waves
We can lay out in the sun
We can lounge around in beach chairs that have been sun-bleached white

We can watch the sun waft in through flower curtains
And laugh when the dog wakes us up
Because in this world I made us a dog
It's yellow and mutt-like
He has no name
We call him Pooch
Puppy
Dog
Hound
He responds to all of them
He finds frisbees even though we never bought him one
He'll chase sticks into high tide
And we'll let him on the couch sometimes

We'll have bonfires that last so long
Our entire wardrobe will smell like wood smoke
We'll make smores
Smoke weed
Empty wine bottles
and fill them with messages

I built this place for us
for you
It's not real
But on days like this, it will have to do