stupid

Some happen to think that there are no stupid questions.  Well, I think if you keep on asking questions and have no answers, you are... after all, stupid.

西红柿

现代的风吹着
燃动了母亲的孕线
近我幼嫩的身旁
命运的元素在血液里盘旋出
一个鲜红的西红柿
在胎中
    它称我为弟
        细诉来世的美丽
                忘记飞翔的秃鹰
                抵达零下二十的七月
                转红的紫罗兰
                变蓝的玫瑰

可惜它在母亲里吸不到日月的精华
得不到风雨的滋润
无法医治那随日腐化的身躯
那失去光鲜
发出异味的皱皮
令我淌下半滴血泪
我看着它犹如雅各看着以扫

    啊
主
若你可拿走基督的杯
若你可拔出保罗的刺
那么你就告诉我圣母玛莉亚的秘方
在我出生前
让我拥抱着这溶烂的西红柿, 拖着脐带
钉在十架
好让世界知道
我母亲不是一个淫妇
阿
   们

shit

Damn, mama, I'm sorry that there is nothing but shit between us.  I'm sorry that every time we see each other, nothing but shit comes out.  I'm sorry that every time we talk, we only talk about shit.  But I promise you, I'm going to get this shit figured out.  I'm going to invent a machine that will suck up all the shit.  Then we'll be able to see each other face-to-face once again.  I'll kiss you, hug you, and tell you "there will be no more shit".  Shit will never separate us again.  With all the shitless free time we have, you can tell me all about the things you did as a young girl and how papa used to woo you.  And I'll force papa to make love to you again, and let you have that daughter you've always wanted.

dear God

Is zero a number?

misdirection

I always look both ways
crossing a one-way street
twice

moon

A few nights ago I walked out of the gym and saw the moon flying across the sky.  I wondered if it was a sign, I wondered if God had appointed me to be the next prophet.  Soon I realized, the clouds were just playing tricks on my eyes, casually amusing themselves with several rounds of peekaboo.  But for a slight moment though, I did feel elated to be alive.

名字

其实每个中国人的名字都很有意思。父母都把一生的希望和理想寄托在两三个字里。在决定名字那一刻，他们会重复默念亿万次那感觉上独一无二的选择。但多年的人生会把孩儿名字凄凉地挂在亲戚、朋友、老师、同事、老板的口边。那绝世的魔力也便完全地被摧毁。因神没有纪念人的虚名，最后爸爸，妈妈，和孩子只会感受着终极的无奈。

dear God

Do you want anything?

artificial

I thought I've been through this kind of artificial day before, this day called birthday.  Really, the only person that should be a little concerned with today is my mother.  Even for her, it is probably pain she wants to forget.  But I can' help but to feel a little wishful, wish that today will be different from yesterday, wish that today will be different from tomorrow, wish that the sun rose for me, and only for me.  I know, though, nothing will happen, because nothing ever happens.  Wishes were called wishes for a reason.

I don't know if that is more lamentable, or the fact that I can't drink with my homeboys on this artificial day to chirp about how young we still are, how old we'll become, stuff we did, things we'll try to do, girls we lusted after, women we'll marry to, goals we abandoned, and dreams we'll forsake.

We're no longer looking up, we're looking down.  What did we find at the top?  What did I find at the top?  Will we ever remember?  Will I?

I've lost track, I don't know how much more blithe I can be.   

大便

世上最大的 irony
是当我看不起人时
人更加看不起我

last night

Last night, I threw a match into the forest
today, it became a fire.
I feel sorry for you
because, baby,
you were only meant to be a spark.

履历

22年前我的诞生
那是母亲的错
白纸染红了
那是父亲的罪
口中的狂言
是别人的字
心里的邪淫
是异性的赤裸
生活里的奢华
是资本的奖励
年幼的追赶
是无知的活力
年老的奔波
是避不了的死路

基督的十字架，不是我订做的
南京的大屠杀，不是我下令的
天安门的坦克，不是我驾驶的
九一一的飞机，不是我发明的
印度洋的海啸，不是我卷起的
四川的大地震，也不是我启动的

沙漏里停不住的流沙，怪引力吧
少女逝而不回的青春，怪秋天吧  
世上源源不绝的饥饿，怪泥土吧
死？
那就怪生命吧

别看着我
一切都与我无关

我是世界上最无辜的的人。

dear adam

If I were you
if I were the firstborn
I would've done the same thing
because I too
wants to the see leaves yellow
                         pigs slaughtered
                         blood thicken
so I forgive you
for you know not what you do

yonder

All of a sudden,
I feel very, very far from you.
Let me remember this feeling,
so I'll know when I'm
very, very close to you.

睡公主

想要用馨香與她擁抱
想要用烈酒與她親嘴
但我所愛的只是瞇着眼對我微笑

當那芳香快要攻濃我鼻
那酒精快要燒掉我口
她依然笑着
我快要思愛成病

但
不
不要甦醒我所親愛的
讓牛頓的蘋果落在她頭上
讓她成為微積之母
讓她創造文明
讓她發掘時代
不要讓我激發愛情

esc

ctrl
shift
enter, there is no one realer.

end
alt
del, aren't words deplete?

unforgettable

Let me call myself narcissistic,
because you are forgettable,
because my memory is bad,
because I can only remember myself.

dear mama

Dear mama don't cry,
just because I do not fit in your womb anymore,
doesn't mean you can't hold me,
just because I do not have that tender skin anymore,
doesn't mean you can't kiss me,
because I do, dry your eyes,
you love me,
one day,
I will,
crawl back,
into you,
and become the man you always wanted me to be.

fine, thank you, and you?

How's mom?
How's school?
How's work?
How are the kids?
How are the grandchildren?
How are you?

post-postmodern poetry

fuck.
shit!
damn...

無知

腳邊的毛，
   慢慢地來，
   靜靜地去。
親愛的罪人們，
請不要把垃圾放在地上。

Oh

I go back and often forward

to place myself in drawn-up scenes of the ideal.

They are beautiful,

and I indulge in them because I don't think God can realize anything remotely close to the beauty of my imagination.

Oh, what little faith I am. 

 

Jet

From muddy darkness the Lord created the earth,

in absolute gloom everyone departed from the womb.

Exactly how bright did we expect this world to be?

I fancy the hot shower in summer,

because I'm shivering inside.

Weave

For everyone I meet,

I write a story between me and them.

None of the stories ever stays.

I guess I'm still a bit optimistic.

門神

左右門神

始終擋不到人。

黑加仑

心底的说话，
可以写得完吗？
口边的假言，
请逼真一点。
知己，干杯吧，
因为我讨厌盛满的东西。

Again

Everyday full of blessings,

Everyday full of sin,

when will my eyes close,

and never see this world again?