You'll Never Guess What
This story comes from the mouth
of a man fashioned in threads:
I watch his mouth move; a fleck
of spittle tethers his lips
while molecules gel as whorls
in the spaces between us,
their morpheme tentacles merged
and tangled, a kelp swirl
amid the photon shoal, his face
a slattern broadcast -
a guernica of mirrors and futures
alien like sires and stock
and his words? Beyond the shock
of his white wide wet eye
a crash of waves on pebbles
is less empty; and we hug.
This story comes from the mouth
of a man fashioned in threads:
I watch his mouth move; a fleck
of spittle tethers his lips
while molecules gel as whorls
in the spaces between us,
their morpheme tentacles merged
and tangled, a kelp swirl
amid the photon shoal, his face
a slattern broadcast -
a guernica of mirrors and futures
alien like sires and stock
and his words? Beyond the shock
of his white wide wet eye
a crash of waves on pebbles
is less empty; and we hug.
玉龍玉龍 said:
ReplyDelete看看blog調整心情，又要來繼續工作，大家加油
According to google translate, the above reads:
"Look at the blog to adjust mood, but also to continue to work, we add Oil"
I deleted the OP; I'm not keen on spam links. Sorry.