The dream fades away as I try to tattoo it on my left,
try to remember the smoking and smoking
after swearing never to again,
the music, the drunken squads,
the cell phones that never rang;
Mockery mockery,
the bird of mockery is falling in flames inside the tree,
the cows are fat and the rats are that,
twirl around your bedroom drapes like a snake in heat
because the dream just died
and your skin is beat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some striking animal images here. I don't know what 'the rats are that' means, but it's certainly unusual.