<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。作者：elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">女孩</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">遵循一种颜色更深的罂粟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">就像她活着的时候。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">这个裱糊在简朴木框里的小姑娘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">前几天我一直梦见她</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">夜里，传出孤独邻居的吉他声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 像是从不锈钢的笑话延伸过来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">被三角座和祭坛支配</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">但我说，围绕在我身边用功的女人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 她那干燥、禁欲的脸上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">有一个石化的终极表情</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">菜单上没有的菜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">却是我第一个想起来的。那个清晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">上帝说：你们谁被女孩吃掉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 我都会毫不犹豫地按价付钱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">我早就知道会这样</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">可是，我已经不饿了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 我铜制水浴加热器的脑袋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">只是尴尬掸掉鼻尖上的灰尘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">THE GIRL</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Follows a darker colored poppy </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">just like when she was alive.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">This little girl pasted in a simple wooden frame</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">I've been dreaming of her the last few days</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">At night, the sound of a lonely neighbor's guitar could be heard</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">like an extension from a stainless steel joke</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">dominated by triangle seats and altars</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">but I say that the woman who surrounds me diligently</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">on her dry, ascetic face</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">has a petrified look of finality</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A dish not on the menu</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Yet it was the first one I thought of. That early morning</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">God said: which of you gets eaten by a girl</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">I'll pay the price without hesitation</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">I knew this would happen a long time ago</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">but I wasn't hungry anymore</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">my copper bath heater head</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">just awkwardly dusting off the tip of my nose</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>