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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a plan, Mr. A. : -)