Alice Perfect


I'm Moving To America - Poem by Alice Perfect

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

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about I'm Moving To America by Alice Perfect

  • Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 8:19:00 AM)


    Sounds like a plan, Mr. A. : -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 21, 2015


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