one kind of cigarette smokes especially terrible
I restrain
the intention of crying
leave
the clean-pale arrogance
Holding the freedom you gave me
very very heavy
Ought to step the left foot first
or the right foot
or
be left intact
hiding in the quilt
crying gently
You use to hear my complaint
You are crafty
You know that
the freedom
is the hardest punishment to me

The calendar has changed a year
I have changed thirty years
The tears moisten the joints of time all along
Takes away my memory
wouldn't go so far as to become stiff
Spit the gum
Spit the old love
Once the function of blood-creating regains
I
consequently become so fresh again
how do you have the heart to miss?
The bleached nipple of prostitute
The one-hundred-and-first time of first love
Come, hold my hand
Give you the most shy surplus-sight
You must be cautious
Capturing an empty palace which has been sacked
Still needs a complete set of equipment
That's the regulation of invented game
You have to revive
Have to drill and drill!

They passing me
They having no smiling
The tasteless air reminds me of nothing
still left over some strong expression
I am taking what I displayed a moment ago to heart
Wrap the coat hurry up
the heels of shoes beat the road willfully
sound in the movie
a part of the details in the city
very full
very hollow
Nobody has spoken love words to me in this street
maybe I forgot
What's the date today in the lunar calendar?

A deep-blue flower in the night
an unfragrant flower
trembly
opening
at the root of a tree flying with flys
The bell of the church has been beaten for the twelfth time
The moon is calm and sentimental as a virgin
guiding the way
to escape from love

But I still insist on lying here
in a prehistoric position
The sweat is already dry
A nip in the air of early summer
going up slowly
with the noise

The wine is fragrant all along
that is the most tired need
just as I need you
Kiss your back
the back which is wide and cold
I can just love it

Just use some loose strokes
can describe
lonely

Another me is overlooking
preparing to smile
any time

Relax relax relax

To waiting for your regards before dawn
waiting for an
immaterial
stroke
I keep opening
a deep-blue flower in the night
an unfragrant flower

 

Today don't feel like eating staple food
just want to
eat some fruits in the fridge
maybe because
news of a death
The air after raining is still humid
The person who is dead I have never met before

Crossing without name
from the leave drops down
the remnant rain
I turn my fingers freely
try to think nothing

Cloud of nineteen o'clock
half white
half grey

Ice-cream is thawing
Fluorescent lamp is trying hard to imitate sunshine
I am alive
naked all over
listening the last voice of the world

The second Thursday of July

 

Been altering thirty years
A heap of irrefutable works
be locked up in the dark-room
Winter short of oxygen
they are
scapegoats of dead

Gnash my teeth
change a blank canvas
don't have the heart to
start to paint
anymore
Call to mind suddenly
the white colour
is unmixable

As a result the sunshine is extremely fascinating

 

The fermentation smell of bread exists everywhere
nothing to do with the memory

Today must be named with one kind of my mood
named with my native tongue
must be no one in the street
even cannot see myself

I don't have brothers and sisters

Indescribably
You bring me to this country
didn't give me any reason to cry
too much sun
no where to hide

You already bought me insurance
you ask me to look at the pictures
you ask me to remember one year ago
when I was still a fish
how did you fall in love with me
unquestioningly

Close my eyes
I want to cry
but tears already became
salt on the table

Our fridge is always full
outside the window is always the sea
But I still want to cry

The guest of nine o'clock
dessert is very important
tourist-housewifely-smile
prevent to get in any conversation

"You know what I mean?"

"You want some wine?"

the arrogance of thirty-two age
more fragile than the tomato

I am not an artist
darling
actually I just want to become a button on your shirt

Dishes already washed
plants already watered

I start to plan on
will write a poem here

music stops
finally you use the disappointment of a businessmen
stop judging of me

Visa already expired

 

You don't look at me
Twenty-four pages legal system nightly newspaper
the content must be more wonderful than me
Ladle the mushroom soup from time to time
Piano jazz background
the sentiment of the restaurant is counted to be enough
I didn't wear the most beautiful dress this evening
but not too dull
Last for two hours
keep a easy sitting position
My chest undulates quietly
want to say some
soft words
If this moment
you are willing raise your eyes
I am going to change into a flower
I will be implicit
put my attention on the silver spoon
then move to the candles on the table
and then
move to the flourish out of window
But
you don't look at me
consequently I can just put my attention on the
waiter's waistband
then move to the ceiling
and the wallpaper
Still as quiet as before
you should not notice
Because twenty-four pages legal system nightly newspaper
the content is more wonderful than me

The city is giving off a slow groan
that's not a weep
At dusk
persons who had been loved
changing into the yellow fine dust
having no desire to recognize
but overflowing in
the sense of smell the sense of touch
sticking to every pore that open faintly
along with the noise
being exhausted heartily
The sceneries from far away
scene to scene
so gentle that causes pain
Who is still missing my sweet fresh body of those days
who is still willing to call me
"BABE"
Sadness which has never been treasured before
spilling over suddenly
from top to bottom
covering through
a piece of dim days
not willing to go forward to green
not willing to go forward to love
they destroy me most easily
at such a
weak moment

Always think
what name you will have
in the background of anthem
which kind of music instrument you will be

You will let me hug you
just like to hold a full piece of pigment

My home never have pet
if this moment
you are here
you will hear the sound of my hair fall down
you will smell
the tang after my weep

And than you will let me close my eyes

Some
real
purple words
the quietist words
like the water marks on the ceiling
diffuse freely

Your finger will touch me
a originality touch
never appeared in any movie

And than I will mock that you are too tender
and turn over my face
unconcernedly
This moment should be twelve thirty in the midnight

Sticky delight
like the cheese
melt in the body

I will keep waiting
waiting

Because you will not show up
never
will not

 

Tonight
I open myself again
Open a bottle of wine has been stored three years
smell it then close it again
Open three windows
let the sound of cars outside flow in
Open the computer
reply to three letters that I always too lazy to reply
Open the photo album
have a look at the face of three years old
Open the stereo
listen to a CD which I listened often three years ago
Open the television
change no more than three channels
open the hot-water machine
take a three minute shower
at three o'clock open the quilt
sleep

The whole spring
me and my shadow
lazily lap over together
Ask everybody annoyingly
"what means dream?"

Many adjectives slide over
the words still so pale
that you have to
keep adding honey into the tea

Have been raining for three weeks
the terra become so greasy
Cows are gnawing their green greedily
Me and you are also
guarding the sweet of monogamy

I wish
in all the places with mountain and water
always there are our houses
in the houses always there are drawers
and the drawers always with a lock

I also wish that
in the moments when I go out
it always blows the regular wind
no matter which way I go
I never leave marks behind

You say in spring all the women are short of iron
so they are always blue and down
I brush my hair over and over
over and over
with gentle smile...