Best Wishes

I would like a wild mountain pony.
I would like a cobbled little street to ride it on.
These are not my only wishes.
Popcorn would appear for every movie
in the theater premiering my memories
both forgotten and not, so I could live  it all again,
but this time with popcorn.
A cloud-stuffed bed for the perpetual,
fraught-with-friends summertime.
I would marvel at so much architecture
and sample every inn drunk as night.
All the damned dogs would be met with my bark.
Woof! Woof! How does it feel, fuckers?
I'd send for you to visit me by the pond.
There would always be bread
with which to feed the ducks.
Every day you wear a different plaid, flannel skirt.
I would lock myself away on the weekdays.
The fake things I sow would sprout up as real.
This discovery could land me in government.
I guess I've always wanted to win for a living.
Along with the pony, I would get four ferrets
and name them Earth, Wind, Water, and Dragon.
Dragon is my favorite of the ferret crew.
Through the center of my porch a waterfall pours.
In the back of my yard there's a well
that links to an underground river of money.
Every soul I know habits itself to a frame,
shoving for the most visible spot on the wall.
I would massage the soft, willing feet of angels,
eat soft pretzels every opportune moment,
not give a damn what’s on the television.
I'd earn accolades among my repugnant peers
and write poetry inspired by my ferrets
Earth, Wind, Water, and Dragon.
One of my poems would be about
the way they sleep so close together,
as if attempting to share a dream.
Then, at the zenith of my genius,
I'd be awarded a Fulbright.
Then I'd shoot myself outright.