Let's Pretend It's Sunday

let’s pretend it’s Sunday

and the sun’s just not so bright

let’s eat pancakes by the half dozen

skip church and just make love all day

we’ll build a fort in the bedroom

and never come out until Tuesday

let’s pretend it’s Sunday

drive through the twisting hills and bristling pines

until we find a deserted beach we can populate

with our stray thoughts like drunken seagulls

let’s pretend we’re sailors

who don’t know the sea from an all-night saloon

our ship is wrecked our anchor lost

nothing to do but sing about God and walk the dog

late afternoons at the Sand Dune

digging a fork into a well-done steak early summer out on the patio

writing poems about dreams disturbed incomplete

old couples holding hands

with camera around their neck

I’m a tourist in your aura until you let me loose

a vagrant on all fours to tear your carcass up like fruit flies on yesterday’s banquet

and so let’s pretend it’s Thursday and let the weekend loom like a rich dessert

if you wanna feel productive

you can put on another pot of coffee

but let’s pretend we’re single and just fuck like perfect strangers until the perfect day

shows us a new truth about ourselves together each other a miracle

they’re holding a sand castle competition on the beach

they’ve sectioned off all the best spots

I challenge you to pretend it’s Sunday

and build a stable kingdom out of everything small and priceless

against the hard waves of tomorrow