FREE-WORD-DOM
Let's face it:
the affair btwn us
will go on
till the lastwords
excavated & pulverized
from the deep
o'xenoglossic rocks
and dirt
The profoundness
lies in the simple
pleasure o'lovin'
you & being seduced
by your liquid shapes
sounds, taste, faces
& quickness, the un-
predictable speed
flying thru the tiny
crowded hall
o'my mind
No one owns you
you owe to no one
you, the heir
o'each heart's desire
the air
norishing the weak
guiding the lost
find the way out
Each morning
you come to me
anew--hair floating
at the edge o'my dream
in each kiss
i taste a different flavor
o'sweetness
you have showered
upon allbeings
including the mute
& the unloved
Each moment
o'my weakening hours
you make me a man
again
allowing my rest-
less hands strip
your weightless garments
stroke your perfect
breasts & jade torso
sometimes gentle
like a sheep
sometimes a lion
violently devouring
your juicy being
belly up
belly down
I come outofyou
refreshed, newly found
& greenly sound
yet,
you remain "foreign"
to me
no matter
howmany nights
i have held you
so unknowingly tight
no matter howmany times
i have tirelessly roamed
your landscape & drunk
your sweetwater
at the nape o'
your moonshinning
slope
:05/05/05
小平你的見解總是很有見解！！！佩服！
我所寫的關於作舟詩歌的文章不是專門寫給老L看的，不然我盡管寫悄悄話好了。我的目的在於與其他人分享，希望更多的人關注新詩。並且我寫的並非文學評論，屬於文學評論的前提文學鑒賞，即表達我在詩歌鑒賞中的審美感受、情感共鳴、聯想、想像以及再創造。文學欣賞，文學欣賞，欣賞起來自然看到的全是好東西。這是我關於文學的概念。
“捧殺”之罪我可是承擔不起的，況且我一向不喜歡文學評論，引用Henry Miller 的一段話：
“Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.”
希望小平也帶點火來，不然“捧殺”之罪我可要“以彼之道，還施彼身”，正正邪邪，加點火！
FREE-WORD-DOM
Let's face it:
the affair btwn us
will go on
till the lastwords
excavated & pulverized
from the deep
o'xenoglossic rocks
and dirt
The profoundness
lies in the simple
pleasure o'lovin'
you & being seduced
by your liquid shapes
sounds, taste, faces
& quickness, the un-
predictable speed
flying thru the tiny
crowded hall
o'my mind
No one owns you
you owe to no one
you, the heir
o'each heart's desire
the air
norishing the weak
guiding the lost
find the way out
Each morning
you come to me
anew--hair floating
at the edge o'my dream
in each kiss
i taste a different flavor
o'sweetness
you have showered
upon allbeings
including the mute
& the unloved
Each moment
o'my weakening hours
you make me a man
again
allowing my rest-
less hands strip
your weightless garments
stroke your perfect
breasts & jade torso
sometimes gentle
like a sheep
sometimes a lion
violently devouring
your juicy being
belly up
belly down
I come outofyou
refreshed, newly found
& greenly sound
yet,
you remain "foreign"
to me
no matter
howmany nights
i have held you
so unknowingly tight
no matter howmany times
i have tirelessly roamed
your landscape & drunk
your sweetwater
at the nape o'
your moonshinning
slope
:05/05/05
