<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。</p><p class="ql-block">作者：依尔福elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">困扰的气氛</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">铝合金卷闸门卷起来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">仿佛知道了自己命运的所有安排</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而走下讲坛的无用的鞋跟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">告别游荡的日子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">将在距离最近的大都市重新唤起人们对土地的热情</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">浮夸的资本摘下牧场的花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">石头的浪潮卷来冬天的破折号。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">当男演员</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">红牌出局，轻快小曲的角旗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">没有让任何女人通过真实世界之门。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">学生座位把手套拿出来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">戴上，当做靶心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">抒情音乐学校里面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">你是谁？他妈的几株大树的记者</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">又是谁？谁传球给沙尘和夕阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">带球闪过女人的黄色校车，吻起来？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">一道闪电，停留在必要的时间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">引发一阵不寻常的骚动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">尚有稻茬的田野</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">它巴掌大的云块转动日晷的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">鸽群咕咕叫着割草</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">婊子，慢点！转往公园的坡路上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">叉子在吃，中国餐馆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">讲话鼻音浓重</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">A TROUBLED ATMOSPHERE</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Aluminum roller shutters roll up</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">useless heels descend from the podium</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Say goodbye to the days of wandering</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">in the nearest metropolis, passion for the land shall be rekindled</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Ostentatious capital plucks flowers from the pasture</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">elms and larches beneath blue or golden skies.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">When the actor</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">red card out, the corner flag of a light-hearted tune</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">lets no woman pass through the gate of the real world.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Student seats pull out gloves</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">to wear as bullseyes</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Inside the lyrical music school</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">who are you? A journalist of a few damn trees</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">who is it again? Who passes the ball to dust and sunset</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">dribbling past the yellow school bus of woman, kissing?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A flash of lightning, lingering at the necessary moment</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">sparks an unusual commotion</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Fields left with stubble</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">palm-sized clouds turn the sundial's shadow.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Pigeons coo while mowing the grass</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Bitch, slow down! Turning onto the slope leading to the park,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">forks are eating at the Chinese restaurant,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">speaking with a thick nasal accent.</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>