I'm Moving To America Poem by Chuy Amante

I've seen it in dream after dream:
me, loading my freedom sack
on my back and heading to
California
when I get there,
I am going to the beach
looking for the Bay Watch
guard tower, going surfing,
eating mexican food from
the taco truck, smoking a joint
and finding a gold coin
in a box of Cheerios,
selling it, buying a
vw hippie camper bus,
having 6 kids and a wife
with a long nose, a smile,
small boobs, most of her natural teeth
and a big bottom
and living happily ever after

in my dream
the gypsy told me so,
confirming the reality
of my dream state.
I'm packing now