<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;">作为交换的一块牌子</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">他在寻找，语言表层下面有没有人们不需要的窟窿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">对着镜子练习</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">看着看着，资产阶级有了旧皮革的感觉。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">笨蛋才会从命运的蓝图里朝外看</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">走进一个小男孩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">遗憾的躯体被替代品取代。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">哲学理论</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">代替了睡莲。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">迷失的观众，眼睛打上封印</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">才通过第五号闸门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">屁股，蘸满了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">饱满的笔触。玩牌的女人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">从两腿之间掏出学术大厅的直角构图</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">她说，每天这么折腾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">总有一天会累死。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而枝头的一只鸟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">翻过几座山，坐在自己黑色铁鞋上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">鞋尖患上忧郁症</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">A WOODEN SIGN FOR EXCHANGE</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">He’s searching for a hole beneath language's surface people don't need</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Practicing before the mirror</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">gazing, gazing, the bourgeoisie has a feel of old leather.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Only fools peer outward from fate's blueprint</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">a little boy walked in</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">unfortunately, his body replaced with substitute.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">philosophical theories</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">replace water lilies.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Lost spectators, eyes sealed</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">before passing through the fifth gate</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Buttock, drenched in</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">plump brushstrokes. The card-playing woman</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">pulls the academic hall's right-angled composition from between her legs.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">She says, "All this fuss every day—</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">one day it'll wear us out."</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">And a bird on a branch</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">crosses several mountains, perching on its own black iron shoes.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the shoe tips suffered from depression.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>