The United States Of Dreams Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

In my cramped world
I only find room
in my sleep.
I’m cornered
everywhere else.

If the U.S.
is Mexico’s safety valve,
the place where folks
who can’t take too much Mexico
escape,
then The United States of Dreams,
is my America,
and I creep across La Frontera
to the Land of Possibility
every night,
dodging the border partrol, the rattlers,
the heat, and the cars on the 5 Freeway,
in hopes of reaching Ho-wood
and becoming
gardener
to the stars.