<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;">窥视者</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">温顺的、阴郁的臭鼬觉得自己放屁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">是愚蠢的，虽然</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">真正的爱情本身也是愚蠢的。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">幽谷的叫声令人反胃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">但无边无际的海面在变黑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">他，将止住流血</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">盛开的花，像上等亚麻扎成的蝴蝶。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">等待一辆救护车出现</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">沾了水的梳子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">梳理脸上的光的干涉条纹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">警察走到尸体旁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">红桃K，藏在心脏位置</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 她们喜欢那张牌的气味。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">所有苦恼和恐惧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 对于死者都已过去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">但是计时器</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">仍咔咔响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">每晚十点一刻就会打电话来索命。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">VOYEUR</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Smooth, gloomy skunk thinks their own farts</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">are foolish, although</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">true love itself is foolish too.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The valley's cry turns stomachs</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">but the boundless sea darkens</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">He will stop bleeding</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the blooming flower is like a butterfly woven from the finest linen.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Waiting for an ambulance to appear</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A comb damp with water</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">combing the interference patterns of light from his face</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The police approach the corpse</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The King of Hearts, hidden at the heart's position</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">they like the smell of that card.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">All anguish and fear</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">are past for the dead</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">But the timer</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">still clicks away</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">calling for the soul at ten fifteen every night.</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>