〈继续把我晾在一旁——写给底特律〉 ——Lesley Kartali 提货区等待线： 天际线斜向上扬彷佛 因欲求而发亮的一张张脸庞 辛香刺激的汗水淋漓 周日卖场的人潮 与这几块停车区遥遥相望 沿路的铁丝刺网 化为无数小鸟 初次约会： 从氤氲的亮片海中冒出来 一片片被跃动的爵士乐铜管吹落 大声曳洒出一道闪亮地带 在这幽暗的大街上 接吻： 她的哼声破晓於街角 清晰如午夜被敲破的玻璃 诱使我的双唇慢慢接近 那几句我本不能 轻易说出的话 伫留一月记： 悲伤的屑屑被带进来 沾在我跑鞋鞋底 开始在我屋角肆意滋生 不顾双眼被燻得多麽刺痛 我一直刷一直刷 争执： 惊声尖叫把你吵醒 一阵红光警示灯回旋而过 一栋栋家屋被打得五内翻腾 轮廓线仍浓如呛人烟雾 火就在门外烧 朋友们的疑问： 你干嘛还住在那边？ 不可怕吗？不是烂社区吗？ 再跟我说一遍你干嘛还住那边？ 要走的人： 我无法改变它 我没有那个能力 我只会增加问题 (说假话 会感觉好一点 既然你说了再见) 徘徊： 心灵 拖着脚步 被落在後面 与城市一同迷路 下水道闸口的水流 时涨时消 如一则没人听的申诉 keep me hanging on for detroit ——Lesley Kartali the pick up lines: skyline tilted up like faces lit with desire. spices of the sweaty sunday market crowd. from a distance across those lots the way barbed wire became birds. the first date: from a sea of smoke sequins pop. jazz bounces brass off each one. blaring out a bright stretch on an avenue of dim. the kiss: her hum broke dawn on the corner clear as glass at midnight. tempted my lips closer to words i couldn't quite speak. one month in: bringing in bits of sadness on my sneaker soles. begins to grow wild in my corners no matter how hard eyes stinging i scrub. the fight: screams to wake you. rolling through red lights. homes punched in guts. lines still choking smog thick. fire right outside the door. friends' questions: why do you live there? isn't it scary? a bad neighborhood? tell me again why you live there? the leaving: i can't change it. i don't have that power. i'm just adding to the problem. (lies to feel better as you goodbye) lingering: the heart dragging its feet lagging behind lost with the city in sewer grate steam swelling then dissipating like an unheard plea -- http://www.wretch.cc/blog/kamadevas\ --

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