2008/01/04

　

　So she's crawling on the rolling way

　out of the factory. Her both cheeks

　are dirty, choking on her own perfume

　But the paint she paints

　showing her desperation on the way

　out of these cruel intention



　She forgets to write any letters

　to the boss, saying she's leaving anyway

　There's no happiness but drunk people

　Devorced housewives are guaranteed

　to be fucked alone, to be stroked

　on the imagined cocks that never existed



　這真是奇妙的感覺，我開始不愛他們的詩了。曾經熱切地貪吮著

別人靈光的少年到哪裡去了呢？當ㄈ用著彷彿旋於空谷間迴盪的意

象與韻律－－我就感到自己對他的愛，已經逝去。而關於ㄎ的記憶

很新，在台北光點前頭同他通電話又說幾個笑話，像個迷妹般融化

的我也不見了。



　我不愛他們了，當他們不再成長，不再忿怒，也不憂傷的時候。



　或許我已成長到－－無須依賴忿怒與憂傷，也能寫出文字的地步

了嗎？這真是奇妙的感覺。然而我怎能斷言成長？我是說，無論是

ㄎ，或ㄈ，即使在書店翻越他們最新的詩集卻不能給我感動，只有

厭膩的時候－－我怎能斷言那是因為成長，而不是因為我已失去了

溫柔、易感的心？（e.g.鄭傑文，2004）



　他們反覆操練熱情的軍團，要再攻下一座城池。我，卻在極北的

苦寒地帶，耕耘著，耕耘著。



　並期待豐收。



　Few seconds before she's still in the lab

　gazing the seventeen inches monitor

　Under her jeans there's a tatoo

　testimonializing, her sonic youth

　Drinking water from the fountain

　from the river, she stepped where she lived



　It's inconvenient. The Government　

　doesn't exist instead of dirty suites

　Chemicals in her vessels are heavy

　Some places around town

　She's crawling on her palms and feet

　trying hard to escape. finding escape