沉思以及自言自语
□□沉思以及自言语
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□ 那么
那么，
请将我变成一个长吻吧！
从天空划落。像一张张忧伤的网，撒向海洋
那么，让我独自坐在灰色的窗下吧
守候黄昏
让沉思带上重量
那么让风是云的翅膀吧
而你是我的窗
在灰色的天宇下，我透过你看见遥远的忧伤
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□沉思
纸飞机从很高很高的楼层飘下，
盘旋着
所有
离去的事
带着我到远边去寻找，
一个由于忧伤而沉默的年代
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□ 下雨
某个夜晚，他总是以虚构的形式被唤醒
时间以遗忘，以自暴自弃的方式停留。
于是他们跳着舞蹈哭诉。
像一个隐忍多年的文人伏案急书
大地的重复之痛，一滴滴演绎
在曼妙的节奏里一切归来
以清冷，孤独支持的灵魂
肚子走到深夜和黎明
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□
天亮
第一只鸟掠过
梦的黎明在呻吟
往事在残留的夜色里离去
留下陌生面孔
和一个向你微笑的眼神
而你承认
这是很荒唐的事情
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□真相
不要让我在深夜里反省
我写尽所有的荒芜 这是应该的
你知道帝王的宫宇变得荒凉
叩问自己，叩响黑暗里的空气
等于说敲开另一扇门
守住你的黑夜 等于说你该保持安静
像一个正常人那样无知
可是陈年的风景
一一亮相
偷盗者没有开启的门
在你的面前敞开 你看见另一个世界
或者是一个人从完好无损到腐烂的过程
你说真相就是：
风展开一场追捕
而我们都在逃亡……
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□《洪水---其三》
三，
我打算谈吐我的真心
我打算忍耐他们对小鸟的残暴
“给我一只烟！谢谢”
“我抽烟的动作是不是很傲慢”
“我说话的姿态也这样”
一群人走过我的身边
一群羊走过小路
一群麻雀飞过树丛
一群风吹过我的肩头
生活就是路过。
唱一首歌，我最喜欢的歌
直到病入骨髓，直到山穷水尽
我想起古驿站道上
那位漂泊者客死他乡
山花丛中藏烂漫
绿水船里是归愁
世界响起雷鸣般的掌声……
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[ 本帖最后由 天下胡马 于 2007-9-9 01:34 PM 编辑 ]
