I want to

I want to lay bare the deep riches

of the Mexican-American experience.

I want to look at the young

baby and have them

cure the disease of old thought

on planet earth.

I want to shake hands with posterity,

kind souls of my heart.

I want to live in simple phonemes,

each sound injecting my soul.

The sound of freeways

seize at once!

I want to live, to die well.

There, in the farm, I will take good care

of the three frogs before their

thunderous announcement.

I want each spin of the earth to give

un-filling joy to make that

time worthwhile.