Thursday, December 23, 2010

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.

Monday, December 6, 2010

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

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

   们

Saturday, December 4, 2010

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.