mechanical animals inspire in me.
the thought of space, and empty cold.
the doors and the lizard king himself,
bring in me a hope for the desert and the sun,
still lost in the confines of cities
and educations of life.
what's the point?
in this life of modern things.
of cars and clothes,
what's the difference?
naked in the sun scorched by heat and happiness,
alone in a tin hotel,
welcome to the life of my American dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mature, masterful, a mirage in a desert. I salute your genius.10/10