Loneliness
Her odor is centrifugal,
as your invisible hands swing
the two soles of her pantyhose
laden with green jade bangles,
as if you are a kungfu master, eremitic.
Nothing is heard but the whistle
lingering in your earshot, nothing is seen
until a shooting star
dives headlong into the black forest,
as if it dies to mock at your vain efforts.
A flash of grin breaks on your face,
and a muffled guttural growl squeezes out
to frighten away some bodiless creature:
how dare you come near?
But everything is still, and eternity is flowing
low on the earth.
A foot wakes you from a trance
with a slap so searing,
and then the odor comes back
and with it well out your tears,
unstoppable.
Feb. 24, 2008
孤独
她的味道被甩了出去——
那是两只翠绿的镯子
坚硬而光滑地将连裤袜的脚撑得饱满。
不见你的手臂扭动，
它们绕着你的脖子、滚过肩膀，
在两耳之外呼呼地响；
你绝对是一个功夫高手，隐于世外，
令这旷野黑得冒出了磷火。
而当一颗流星，在远方俯冲下去，
嘲弄似地栽进一片黑森林，
你咧一下嘴，嘿嘿声就飘了出来，
像是要吓走某个或许存在的
无躯体的恶灵：
“除了我自己，还有什么敢接近我”？
而一切安宁，犹如液态的永恒
沿着低处运行。
你刚一出神，一只脚就掴在你脸上，
火辣辣的——
接着那味道回来了，
接着回来的是
你的眼泪，无法阻挡。
2008年2月25日
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