Heaven People

dear heaven people

—Whispered Johnny, One Night, On The Side Of His Bed—

could you do me a favor

when i’m with you

you know

up there

i want to have a transcript of my thoughts

there must be secretary angels up in heaven

it would be neat

i’m guessing

to read my thoughts in a book

maybe even a mix of other folk’s thoughts

when they go through my mind as i’m listening

you know i do listen sometimes

heaven people

maybe even make movies

i like movies

movies with my dreams

you know i always forget them

maybe nightmares could be epic horror movies

maybe they wouldn’t be so scary

or in those sweet dreams where sage and i walk in the park

you could finish them for me

usually i wake up before they even end

i want to see what happens

just don’t make it a rom com like my sisters watch

heaven people

did you know i like math

oh yes i love numbers

maybe you could write out some stats

how many people have heard my name

how many people met me

how many people loved me

heaven people

i want to read all the books

watch all the movies

look at all the numbers

because you know

i don’t know

i don’t know what’s going on

today or yesterday or last night

but maybe when i’m with you heaven people

i’ll know all about myself

kind of like god

—Said Johnny, As He Fell Asleep, Head First, On The Side Of His Bed—