城市与乡村的距离


                              房子与房子重叠
                              如蜜蜂窝或鸟笼般
                              朝着一个城市的方向
                              远离了我故乡的淳朴


                              一个整齐折叠的被子
                              每天早晨睡醒后做的事情
                              孩童的目光里朝外看
                              那恬静的日子在院落降生
                              朝圣的身影却迈着步伐
                              向着远处的坨子缓缓移动


                              水一样的自己


                           静静的流淌吧
                           沿着生活的河床
                           流水的时光生命的本原
                           还在大地胸怀里入眠


                           储存的冬天凝望什么
                           春天还在凝望的等候里
                           零落枯萎的叶子
                           与草根的倾处接壤心跳


                            接受现实的语言


                       接受现实的语言吧
                       接受合作的自己
                       对抗是吃亏的自我                            
                       合作是吃香的自我


                       生活的流水里淡淡的走
                       为一个平常的日子
                       平淡的茶余饭香
                       看日出日落随风飘
                       有一个伴随的就好
                       和你磋商生意的玲珑



                                              难圆的梦



                               抽的不是烟和无聊
                               是寂寞是难奈的空虚
                               炫目烟花征集的幽怨
                               写的不是诗韵和谈吐
                               是吉日良尘里的生命挽歌
                               谁是谁的家园分不清
                               迷途的羔羊都是残缺的回忆
                               难圆的梦里几回回投入到词骚



                                        那是多少以前的相遇



                        富裕的家园就是富饶的土地
                        个个都是英雄财富之首
                         掌管的选票里抉择生活
                         一天比一天强盛的碧木园
                         那里有他温柔的酒吧在弹奏
                         蛇身的歌手是异国他乡的吉他
                         用他幽婉的母语唱起游牧的风俗


                                       利益也就是票选


                              食色性亦创造的诗歌永恒
                              枯燥的人文里继续跋涉吧
                              没有爱情的日子也有短歌


                              如同无家可归的狼
                              原野森林都是它的家
                              舍不得孩子就套不出狼
                              狼的野心也被时光磨破了；
                              有舍得就有所获得啊
                              无私便是钢无所畏惧便里力
                              利益之上的原则总是飞快
                            


                               寻找回来的歌声



                           寻找回来的房子
                           都是他人的屹立在它方
                           寻找回来的月夜
                           照样是冷清的星光闪烁         


                           一个人通向的路有多远
                           一个人紧密结合的家园
                           到底能够把他推到何种高度
                           走江湖的声响里又拣起几个贝壳
                           回家熬菜做汤给己补养饱暖               




                                   球是爱情


                              球是爱情
                              任意玩弄的对象
                              球是带色彩的语言
                              用嘴的手传递来传去
                              筐篮是心湖
                              语言的石头溅滴里
                              荡出碧波的样品



                                   生活就是日子


                            生活就是真理
                            生活就是过日子啊
                            一起吃住一起散步
                            一起工作劳动
                            不分你我的合作行动



                                下一曲


                            下一曲幸福
                             起点的家园落幕
                             下一曲是高歌
                             回荡的日子伴随


                              文化里的故乡



                        文化是流动的国土
                        文化是流动的选票
                        文化是流动的气候
                        文化是流动的房子
                        文化是浮影联翩的街道


                         电力在为村屯服务
                         文化也服务每个家
                         居住的字眼里
                         长出绿色的庄稼

       
                            一天只不过花了百元


                      不要愁眉苦脸
                      为己生孩子的人有多少
                      诗人只顾创造的氛围有多浓厚
                      在车轮滚滚的尘土里
                      只要立住脚根就展翅


                      楼与楼之间有多少距离
                      网络上的谎言立刻被戳破
                      实地察看渣滓土楼的骗局
                      立刻收回了起初想要购买的念头
                      那个说谎的人却关机回避了自己


   
                           月明的夜


                  月明的夜风清雅
                  龙生龙凤生风
                  老鼠的子女照旧打洞
                  等贪官死了家园就民主了


                  渴望民主的高烧者
                  走在希望的田野
                  走到旮旯一隅
                  坟茔的石碑前烧香
                  


                       战争的阴影


                带着自豪离去吧
                但是带不走客死他乡的亡魂
                七千多个魂灵怎么办
                安置在异国他乡的高坡吗


                带走了一片荣誉的勋章
                却带不走那一地的鬼哭狼嚎
                遍地视野被炮声击碎的尸体
                玩偶的人却处处采聚露骨的弹片


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