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弹一曲

小食中心

小时候父亲常带我们到PJ十四区的小食中心用餐。有个摊主貌似刘德华,卖的是"碌碌"。成串的腐竹、鱼丸、蚶等,往沸腾的水里烫,熟了沾花生酱和辣椒酱吃。有时顾客多了,冒烟的水里几十串的,找不到自己那串,只好一支支拿起来看。虽然不太卫生,但一群人围着既烫又沾的, 卻是一番风味。如今小食中心变了电脑手机大卖场,只剩下一些马来摊子迁至酷热的地底层,过后也没再光顾了。太平也有露天小食中心,但想起十四区那外号"四十九摊"的小食中心,虽没酒,那却是一片觥筹交错的情景啊。

厨房

那天,一只鹧鸪飞了进来。它凭窗下望,看我们在厨房忙乎。后来它飞到墙上未启动的风扇,静观准备晚餐的风景。它换了几个角度观察,然后安稳地坐在碗柜上,不走了。

饭后发现鹧鸪不见了,或许是辞世的老狗回来瞧瞧,打个招呼。也许吸引它的,是现在的和上一代搀杂成一个佳肴的,菜香。

一块饼干

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小时候家里养狗,旧的走了,新的又来。因此从小我就以为,狗狗是每个家庭必要的成员。 "Brownie"是我姐姐的北京狗,这么说是因为名字是她取的。记得我每天躺在薄薄的床垫上,午觉前吸奶瓶里的美禄及吃饼干。Bow-nie (卷舌是不容易的)总躺在我身边,我望着天花板,它看着前方,我咬一口,它咬一口地吃着,共享一块饼干。

电视

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我们家一直都没电视,不主张看电视,觉得做什么都比看电视有用。后来unifi来到这里,附带宽频电视配套,才弄了一台电视机。 配套中有一台专播外文片,省下了买dvd的麻烦,或上网找电影的烦恼,一家三口追字幕,欣赏欧洲人举重若轻的生活态度,对南非全白人电影摇头,或有亚洲人出现时,细嚼他们异乡的角色。有时我们讨论究竟是哪一国的语言,也参考各国不同时代的家居颜色搭配。 曾经我们有各自的活动,上网看书玩耍,或各自对着电脑看节目。如今一块坐在家里的电影院,周游列国,针对同个目标讨论和评论。 仿佛时光回转到黑白时代,一家人在客厅看电视是唯一的娱乐,却无限融洽。

阿姨,都过时了

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现在的流行乐大都这样,
我的感受如何如何,
没有了你我又如何如何。
那些关于阳光沙滩海浪的呢
或是蓝天白云绿绿草原 都过时了,阿姨
都过时了。 哦,是吗?
坐在石头上
脚趾被浪花扯住不放
沙粒挠得我好痒,不禁
唱起了沙滩海浪的歌。
你不屑地瞧我一眼 都过时了,阿姨
都过时了。 啊,是哦?
你举起自拍杆,扭扭身躯
看见了胖瘦美丑的自己
说何止这些
还有笑容和悲伤
傻气和发愣
还有一大堆设置不完的变化
无穷的创意啊 填海填得很远去了
海水也越来越浊了
阿姨确实也过时了
留下旧时的流行曲
和无法想象的想象。 都过时了,阿姨
都过时了。

Cat On My Lap

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The fluffy cat sat on my lap would reach out and scratch any cat
with similar attempt.
The cat, was a lovable one
whilst the rest were either limping
with a chipped ear
or wounded, having too little to eat. Carrie Buck had to cut her Fallopian tubes
"Three generations of imbeciles is enough." Said Holmes,
a physician, a scholar of history, and
a Humanist. It wasn't too long ago
a century perhaps
Some privilege decided the fate of the underprivileged
while I stroke that lovable fluffy cat
who is sitting on my lap
reaching out her paws
meows, "Look out for imbecile!" (~Reading "The Gene" by Siddhartha Mukherjee)

About Writing

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He no longer felt much about writing
disintegrated, crumbled into pieces of
self-deception, not having any opinion
of his disconcerted life.

However, he wrote to his sister
about dividing up words
those with the absence of truth
and those far down the path of darkness
not to be reach, at least for sometime.

They don't amount to much, anyway,
aesthetic and integrity
because there has to be something compelling
about the writings, than skimming on the surface
of the water.

To see words bathed in ignorance,
he'd carefully covered his notepads
let the words flickered on his computer screen
until all had gone silent, not another word
even from his sister.

He looked up the sky contentedly,
no more paper cups slipping away across the universe.
Closed his eyes and reach out, for a moment
he thought he grasped the cloud.

Oh my, they had forgotten my Apple Pie!

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This McD I've never been
around the corner where I renewed my passport
while waiting, I decided to have a drink
McD would be quick,
and so I thought.

I couldn't find the counter
because nobody's behind it
then two ladies giggled from nowhere
and asked me what I need.

I ordered a cappuccino
cost me six fifty
eagerly took out my collection card, but
"We can't give you stamps,
we only serve drinks."

I shrugged and wondered if
an apple pie might set things right
these girls nodded but asked me to wait
Six minutes the most
that's what they promised
and so I waited six and six
and six minutes still.

I finished my drink
and it's about time
Oh my, they had forgotten
my dear apple pie!
I asked for a refund and kept the bills
guess it'll be just coffee
and the ugly photo on my passport.

520 纪念日

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和你在树下闲聊
关于鱼的事
拇指还疼不疼
说起渔夫满手的伤痕
晚风是暖的,你用脚趾
轻轻推我的吊床
微晃的时候,我看见
许多个你
拿录影机的,握笔的
渔船上的,举起斧头的
被原住民围成一座城,还有
哄孩子睡觉的。

一阵晕眩,我赶紧稳住吊床
抬起头,这微笑太迷人。

French ham on my toast

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I like French ham on my toast
with some alfalfa on the side
Like any other ordinary mornings
a cow walks into it and sigh

With its head down
to see where to put his feet
traveling 45 meters per minute
on the hind leg of a pig

Or cochon as they called it
I too lowered my head
took a big bite off the hind, and
watched the cow stricken with panic

Trying to find its way out
the pig kicked the cow, so hard
that it fell off the sandwich
As I swallowed the gastro pedantry
off to work I'm about.

Visually Impaired

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I think I’m going blind, any time now
the notes are going
the clefs are going
even the sharps and flats are going
so are the slurs and staccatos.

How about the chord symbols?
they seem to have vanished
Even the double barlines had
abandoned me, what’s left
are just memories
of the good old songs

Still linger on, like a dried leaf
in a windy afternoon.







今早我烧坏了一个moka pot

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Venus de Milo 在灶上
断臂溶成了浆
我记得复杂的和弦关系
却忘了水
想不起怎样写一段
简单的旋律,于是
今早我烧坏了一个moka pot
即便她还是很美