你參差生長的髮
是迷霧森林
婆娑旋舞著一落
ㄧ落的鵝毛雪
我的理智跛著腳
傷了，迷路了

星子也被敲碎了
碎跌在你千頃碧濤的眼波
一波，一波……澎湃，或者壓低聲音
有千萬條銀蛇同時騷動
捕食你未盡的語言

那語言，你總也是
藏成一瓶酒
私釀著葡萄肉身
當我打起寒顫
你紳士的拔開瓶塞，注入我森冷血脈

於是凶凶的酗著……
快樂，而又疼痛
一塊膚上的褐色斑點
因觸著了你
醒了，暈開……

開得太過斑斕，而有可能
腐爛
但又嗅聞到某種新鮮
你蔥綠的手指
在秋天的金風中
摸熟我果紅的臉……
一秧秧的苦難，終於可以收割入倉

拾起了一秧，你遺落肩上的髮
陽光下我細看……
寫著夜的靜
風的韻腳，大海均勻的呼吸聲

而我的理智依然跛著腳
於你雪髮上跋涉……
輕輕發出，一句又ㄧ句
甜蜜的抱怨

 

【Tramp Down the Snowy Hair】

Your disorderly growing hair
is a misty forest
covered with the goose-feather snowflakes that are
dancing and dancing in circles
My reason is lame
wounded, becomes lost

Even the stars are cracked into pieces
and fallen down to your endless fields of eye’s glows
Wave pursing wave……speak loud ,or speak low
Thousands of silver snakes simultaneously riot
to hunt your unfinished words

The words, you always hide
as one bottle of wine
and the grapes are privately fermented
When I feel cold trembling
you will pull out the bottle, and pours the wine into my gloomy vessels,
as a gentleman

So I booze and booze……
Joyful, also painful
A brown spot marked on my skin
touches you
then awakens, spreads

Spreads too gorgeously, so possible to be
decayed
But I smell something new fresh：
Your light green fingers
touch my annatto face,
in the autumn golden winds……
The seedlings of Misery ,
finally can be harvested into the grain storage

I pick up one hair, that you lost on the shoulder
Under the sunlight , I examine it carefully ......
It’s written by the silence of night
the rhyme of wind, the uniform breathing of deep ocean

And my reason is still lame
tramping down your snowy hair ……
They exhale , sentence by sentence,
the sweet complaints