I grasped his neck
and yelled
SING! SING!
WHAT KIND OF BIRD ARE YOU IF YOU DON'T SING
he gasped and struggled
but to the end he did not utter
one single note
I now realize
it really wasn't his fault
not being a poet
he could not sing
uninspired
but possessed by a burning passion
I insisted on his singing then and there
and did not notice in my hand
spring had expired in agony
原载: 诗天空 (第五期, 2006.2.15);
The Poetry Sky Anthology of Contemporary Chinese Poetry, 2005-2006作者: 冰花 时间: 2008-4-19 14:19 我现在想
其实鸟没错
又不是诗人
哪能一年到头
说唱就唱作者: 冰花 时间: 2008-4-19 14:20 这首好玩儿~~~