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Drawing: He Li Qiang ¡¡ |
¡¡Winter punishes us One less shirters One less frienders It seeps into bones and stiffens meat Like rocks frozen into a river Like a ridge of material bunged at seam ¡°Session up, renew sun!¡± director blurts. So fake. Eyes without bodies, blaze without steam¡behold Heliotauntress
Her glistening hot crotch Buried beneath hatched canvas and glaring copper teeth Where¡¯s that whip coming from? [whip from the blue] Stinging toes, cerulean bows an ice-ish arch haloed over down-plumed hills Cat-backed over bed¡¯s horizon Spirits leaking from my lips Puff by puff, jaw-locked ghosts silkenly tunnel nasal escapes Remainers, survivors, sadly delusioned vitaphiles We¡¯re criminals here, forgiveless Until victims capitulate, waving white undies Until all completely desolates out and utterly ceases to matter Until then we will be punished and caged. ¡¡ Nanjing 2004/11/29 ¡¡ |