看着 Staring

天的蓝，地的黄，
看着无聊的天数在变化，
怎样也赶不上心脏的节奏，
不断的缓慢，还是不停的断续？

发黄的眼白，看回以前的马路，
柏青的味道围绕不散，
口里参透出发臭的气息，已经是生于俱来的密码，
虽然这个秘密不再是讨好的兴趣，
永远自己就和自己在参透，
没完没了的纠缠，
悲惨孤独的修行。

阿荷！阿荷！
你知道你的离去，只剩下我的皱纹和尿水，
我和他们相依为命，轮流排队到来，
是一个公平待遇，
狂想我的精子卵子会扶着我的离去，
游向一个未知的河流，
就有如我来到这里一样。
还是一样的安详？

公转自转的走法，
无法扭转我的死法，
身上的黑斑兴奋地在蔓延，
肌肉的脂肪轻松地在下坠，
就只能看着。
看着。

雨水回天，高潮倒退，
我和它的路途似乎到了末路，
无规律的语言和肢体堵塞我的常规，
我的灵魂已不再我是我的。

身旁的被蚂蚁肢解的壁虎，
瞪大眼睛眼睛看着我，
看着我，等着我？
看见它眼里的讯息，我可怜它，
也更加同情自己，
因为它可以幸福躲藏在它的肠胃，
我在小小的四方盒子里，
无法转身，只能前看，
看着前方，回想后方，
始终我们都是一样。

Color of the sky? BLUE! Color of the land? YELLOW!
Watching the movement and changing of those boring days,
This cycle will never equal to the rhythm of a true beating heart.
Is the beating of our heart is decelerating? Or just like the pulse? On, Off, off, then on again?

The white side of the yellowing eye ball is keep on staring at the constructed road before,
The taste of Asphalt is never forgotten in human lives,
The disgusting smell from our mouth was bonded naturally with us,
& it’s just like the DNA code of us,
Even though hunting for this treasure is not an interest anymore,
Since then, it’s just a self-struggle topic,
The kind of harassment that will never end,
Just like the tragic of a lonely cultivation.
Life journey, Being Isolated; being miserable.

Ah-Hor! Ah-Hor!
You knew after your French leave, just wrinkles and urine are the remainders for me,
I share my life with them, they q-up and arrive orderly in my life,
Everything since then is a ‘Fair Treatment.’
I have irrational attempt in thinking where my sperm and ovum will continue to take me to,
Swim to an unknown river,
Just like the way I arrive here.
Still so peaceful?

No matter revolution or rotation,
Still cannot against the law of death.
My age spots are spreading happily at this second,
Fat in my muscle relaxed the tissue structure of my body,
What I can do is just watching,
Just staring.

Rain drops back to the sky, High tides after the back turning of the clock,
This is seemingly how I have met the end of the journey with It,
Irregular language and body movement are interfering in my ORDER,
My soul, is not belongs to me now.

The lizard that is being dismembered by the ants beside me,
Let its eye wide open and staring at me,
Looking at me? Waiting for me?
Look into the eye, I felt sympathize to the dying lizard,
But I feel more pity for myself,
Because it can hiding itself blissfully in other’s stomach,
I’m in a small square box, cannot turn my body around,
I can just look in front,
Looking in front, thinking back to the rear,
From the very beginning until the end, actually we are all the same.