Lay the board down drive over the spikes
Let your friends out of the trunk where they hide
Travel the humps and bumps to the perfect place
There’s room for you there its just enough space
Run like the singing hotdog to get your cheese and chips
Over priced soda and Cracker Jack Kid
Scale the dunes back to your throne
The hood that will keep you comfortable and warm
The heavy metal speaker tinny and hissing
What more in life could we ever be missing?
As I look at the stars above the corrugated picture
I wonder where one ends and the other one begins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I got you right, Arvizu, you have contrasted here the American way of life housed under a corrugated phenomenon and the beauty of the starry heavens beyond. The last line demands a lot of thinking. I can't yet say I understood it. But it has immense beauty and poetry is all about that beauty. (10)