2018臺北詩歌節-詩演出－《愛與怒之必要》05.Solid Confucius

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《Solid Confucius 》作者：黃裕邦

First, the worst. Dogs didn’t gather,
photos thumbed.
The second questions, always, misleading. After few days of rain, my period came.
November is your hand, fish me up.
Only the hands rehearse us back to childhood, where we were emotionally stale, stable.
Papercuts as procession of the touch.
The news and my mattress ruthlessly in reverse.
Can’t remember my care-worn fever and the sink that, every five minutes, was a container of boredom.
I’m now fluid conscious, break the solid
Confucius, who says riff-raff often, who fusses about crises between the legs.
That I love in a different way means my
destiny doesn’t work like a helmet.
They won’t know.
They won’t know the moon has no need to prove its engineering, either.
Their days, boring like a mule to a cart. I put
on my shoes to leave.
To expose a curved spine of cursed commas. I like how I cause pain tothe glossed leather when I pull the shoelaces.
A cliché to say there is a one in alone. Instead, say one in provolone.
Are our bodies not a pair of rotating blades that carve the love out of us?
Tell me how often I’m wanted like cleaned
laundry.
Or nothing less than a multi-entered porn star.
Call me critique when I’m drawn to our anecdotes.
I’m calledsad when collared between in love and in addition to this love.