一个又一个镜头，蹦出
                                  自你桔片般丰润的嘴唇
                                  散乱，淹没不了
                                  清晰。一部蒙太奇电影
                                  走进去，我是三流的主角
                                  退出来，我是泪如泉涌的观众
                                  人心不古的快餐文化肆虐下
                                  有多少动人的故事土崩瓦解
                                  忧伤遍地。谁还相信
                                  生生世世的约定

                                  二十年。你化成那只蝶
                                  无数次飞进我的梦里
                                  你的眉眼、你的腰肢、你的颈和唇
                                  你的说不尽的万千风韵
                                  二十年。你用一把不出鞘的剑
                                  刺穿我
                                  洒落一地的疼
                                  请允许我把心剖成两半
                                  殷红的悲伤我带走
                                  我要用仅存的快乐
                                  为你缝一件简单的嫁衣

                                  洁白的栀子花开遍家乡山坡的时候
                                  我是一滴午夜的露珠
                                  从来没有人听见
                                  我撕心裂肺的尖叫
                                  日子走过街边的梧桐
                                  凋蔽的叶子
                                  又怎能让铁石心肠的大地动情
                                  冬日的太阳不温不火
                                  斜视着我的孤零
                                  我拼命地捂住衣衫
                                  裹住越来越紧的冷

                                  幸福流离
                                  找不着回家的路
                                  谁能看见，痛苦
                                  在笔尖的流淌
                                  谁又能听见，子弹
                                  洞穿身体的余音

                                  我是一本久远的线装书
                                  在命运的书架上
                                  流行杂志的封面女郎
                                  丰乳肥臀
                                  她伸出一条性感的腿
                                  遮挡了我
                                  我是一个怪胎
                                  错生在商品经济时代
                                  落寞！早已注定

                                  你打开记忆的闸门
                                  任闪光的泪水泛滥
                                  我已窒息
-                                 好想——
                                  享受死亡的快感
                                  二十年的储蓄，一旦喷涌
                                  还有谁能保持淡定

                                  笑容是虚张声势的假睫毛
                                  孤独才是那只隐藏在发根的虱子
                                  如影随形