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The Spoon


Spoon fed sweet comfort

In our mouths can make us doze

Which feels so nice


Like lying on pillows in a limo 

Being driven, in our softest dreams,

Along a gorgeous path


To a bed where a smile and soothing words  

Cross any missing meaning

Behind our backs.



故事,你跑到哪里去啊? 你为什么离开了我? 我是否虐待了你?破坏你的情节的逻辑呢? 不走向你必然的结论? 还是你以为我对你不忠,跟其它的故事发生关系?我到底是犯了什么罪?


现在我只是一个单独的字在一本空白的书。。。每天我没事做, 我只能从第一页跑到第二百页, 连一个卑贱的标点符号都没有。。


我跟你说,你不是世界上唯一个故事! 我会当汉姆雷特!我会当李尔王!我会当奥赛罗!不要怀疑我——我真会!



Let's Have A Feeling



Angry just refuses to be angry.

I’m finally happy, angry says, 

Now I know that one must accept oneself.


But you’re not accepting yourself,

Acceptance says, you’re becoming me,

Which is making me become angry.


And of course happy is not happy –

You’re not me either! she yells,

I’ve never been angry! I’m happy! 



There are no real solids and Buckminister Fuller

Explained that love is a kind of metaphysical gravity

So, as love begins, being swells and surges,

Like when you emerged from foam onto silica,

And I emitted an oscillation through space time,

Along with a transfer of energy, and you waved back.






在第一个轮回里我当个胡萝卜,享受肥沃的泥土,跟附近的西红柿说一点闲话。其实,很多人喜欢欣赏植物的生活方式。比如当个高尚的黄瓜,狡诈的蘑菇,或者一个诚实的西兰花- 这真是一种狂喜。





Spying on two old people through their living room window



I can see how it ends

In the grey-blue rust on the shadows of these social security ghosts,

As they melt slowly into furniture,

Floating in a daydream bowl of half-yellow darkness. 


And as I wait for the subway to start I pace

Then perch and rub my hands, watching like a pigeon these statues,

As they sit


Like the old expressionless mountains

Wrinkled into their faces,

Unthinkably remote, grand, and completely past everything


Within the polish and flow of our world,

Its clockwork humming in their soft purple veins

The stomach sand of sad songs.


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