Dreams To Remember

a love poem for Ryan Johnson

You were not there

I suppose that’s

partly

why I was so unhappy

to wake up

Clint Eastwood and I

were in a backpack outlet store

looking at pink shirts

I was mentioning

how happy I was

to fit into smalls again

Eastwood’s eyes went squint

he tossed me a glock

I checked the clip

followed his lead

We were chasing someone

it may have been you

it was not clear

I got off three shots

but my aim was not true

the target disappeared

up a hill

into the hemlocks

At that moment

a brown Volkswagen

flew around the corner

and there was a car chase

Clint drove

I returned fire

Our pursuer

was George Costanza

and he was

flustered

his giant head

peaking out the sun roof

screaming

NINEVEH

And I woke up

and you were there

I wanted to go back.