<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;">西雅图</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">印刷品是正人君子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">摔跤团体是它接触的唯一活物。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">挂在嘴边的笑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 如果我能留住。一只鸟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">她吞下去，却没有羽毛吐出</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">现在，理发师围绕洗发广告的脑袋——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">他是两个导体之间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">一种宁静的虚无。他在为悲伤的告别做准备</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">夜像一条线从他鼻孔穿过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而无神论者准备用偶数、奇数</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">揭开宗教之谜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">一位律师在阴影中缓慢地衰败</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">风把他封死了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">在北纬四十八度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">陨石的青蛙雨向他灌输梦的钥匙是放在木托盘上的瓦片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">他的暴脾气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 纯粹出于偶然</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">没有什么能让他停下来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 马路在旁边，跺着脚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">白色短裤宣布退出</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">同伴们讲着淫秽笑话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">低音铜号和大鼓的乐队成型</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">SEATTLE</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Printed matter is a gentleman of integrity</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the wrestling troupe is the only living thing it comes into contact with.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A smile always on the lips</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">if only I could hold onto it. A bird</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">she swallowed, yet no feathers came out</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Now, the barber circles the head in a shampoo commercial——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">He is, between two conductors,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">a serene void. He is preparing for a sorrowful farewell</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Night passes through his nostrils like a thread</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">while the atheist prepares to unravel the mystery of religion</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">with even and odd numbers.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A lawyer slowly withers in the shadows</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the wind has sealed him off</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">at 48 degrees north latitude</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">a meteor shower of frogs instills in him the key to dreams lies in the tiles on a wooden tray</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">his hot temper</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">is purely by chance</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Nothing can stop him</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The road stands by, stamping its feet</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">White shorts announce their withdrawal</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Companions tell dirty jokes</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A band of bass trombones and bass drums takes shape</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>