Percy Dovetonsils Poems
The United States Of Dreams
In my cramped world
I only find room
in my sleep.
If the U.S.
is Mexico’s safety valve,
the place where folks
who can’t take too much Mexico
then The United States of Dreams,
is my America,
and I creep across La Frontera
to the Land of Possibility
dodging the border partrol, the rattlers,
the heat, and the cars on the 5 Freeway,
in hopes of reaching Ho-wood
to the stars.
What I Have
I have a rendezvous with destiny.
She is the goddess who entices me.
I see her beckoning with open arms.
She promises I will not come to harm.
She guides me where I fear I’d lose my way.
She shows me how to progress through the day.
She’s not the one who loses touch with me.
She’s only hidden when I will not see.