有什么比遇见一位猫般的女子更让人愉悦，她幽幽的哀叹自己的唇型，那需要两枚月牙才可拼就的小丘。
日记。
我在街上挑三拣四
J睡在三角尺的折处
我把红绿色搭配在一起
J被困在大雪的白里
我的炎症在左右耳穿行
J使劲驱除他的感冒
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Ⅵ。
①
即使讨厌这样的天气，在这样的天气里
我依然要陪伴母亲。外出。去办理金钱上的琐事
华服挺括，坐在黑色高贵的三盾牌车里
路人噤若寒蝉，有半跪在旁的乞求者
母亲穿蓝色棉猴，新染的黄发
遮掩了岁末的哭泣
我无缘与那金钱交媾
我噤若寒蝉
我缩入浮华背后，而那时
眼就碎了
我打碎所谓的，都是所谓的
半边都笼罩在ShipKing里
插入法国情结 碧眼金发
全然没有高尚气
我碎着的眼，去描绘街的两旁
听说金钱的吱嘎作响
全洒出去，作乞者的铺盖
我想全洒出去
母亲将之装入牛皮的包里
②
那时，我就在思念J的激流岛
生死与共的鸭子，收虏硕大的卵
海芹搭建的房屋里是干洁铜板的风铃
有叮当，无吱嘎
孩子们吵闹：“我饿了！”
③
雨转眼就把晴色抽走了
小野Lisa在破音箱里rose-life
司机就要黏膜了
明星作了和尚
军人唱出摇滚
16：00至17：00间不知道转了多少HZ
钱也一点点肥厚起来
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Ⅴ。
（1）
只是末冬的一场球赛
我的所望也是幕台中的脸色
大抵是面团们在滚动了
在黑泥上印出
经纬的痕迹
以至于父亲的美好在里面
张显起来
在胖胖中立着
（2）
在胖胖中立着
黑色染红了竹的趾骨
父亲的栅栏包裹
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Ⅳ。
家乡的电视台请了高旗来
许久不见的他还是老样子
如同他的名
台上有执拗的灯光，照在了高挺的鼻上
黑色西装间裹了悲伤的灵
裹不住悲伤的魂
它们窜出可笑来
为什么他不是王者？
他退却了
他只有胸中的吉他
而仅于此
也被无知淹没
他想诉知音乐的美丽
却栓在了长发上
可以迸发广告的话语
却没有一丝声响
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我用共有的那个字母J 作称呼。
posted by: papabear at 05:13 |
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Ⅲ。 
你在N37°5’睡熟时
我正在N28°1’
指头
连接三纬线的长
便有了寒意
却不敢劝你喝咖啡
硅状粘液总容易扑满视角
而我们丢弃的袋垢
冷在了指甲里
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"Show business," said O'Sullivan, "is the phoniest, most ridiculous business in the world." Nevertheless, in the early Eighties, Gilbert began a slow comeback, by signing with Epic Records. "Writing music is all I live for, and everything else comes a poor second."
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Alone Again (Naturally） Gilbert O’Sullivan
Oh in a little while from now
if I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
and climbing to the top
will throw myself off
in an effort to make it clear
to whoever what it's like when you're shattered 
left standing in the lurch at a church
where people saying 'my god
that's tough she's stood him up
no point in us remainig
we may as well go home'
as I did on my own
alone again naturally.
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerrful
bright and gay
looking forward to well who wouldn't do
the role I was about to play
but as if to knock me down
reality came around
and without so much
as a mere touch
cut me into little pieces
leaving me to doubt talk about
god in his mercy who if
he really does exist
why did he desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
alone again naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world that can't be mended
left unattended what do we do what do we do
alone again naturally.
Now looking back over the years
and whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
never wishing to hide the tears
and at sixty-five years old
my mother
God rest her soul
couldn't understand why
the only man she had ever loved had been taken
leaving her to start with a heart
so badly broken despite
encouragemant from me no words were ever spoken
and when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
alone again naturally.
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Ⅱ。
我 只用了一次那条毛巾
深藕色的花纹还在
缝隙上起毛的地方也支棱着
时间 却走了大半个冬天
是用它做的擦拭么？
消失了柔软的样子
那 就放在柜顶好了 
有鼠们啃食的举措
它便藏在那包裹起来
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Ⅰ。
猫咳嗽着
偷偷嚼了三块药片
哼不出歌了
打字的时候
就一直沮丧起来
怕拼不全那爱人的名字
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posted by: papabear at 06:28 |
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