黑风衣裹着黑色的魂­

                                               酸涩的泪从黑镜片后坠落­

                                               老吉它偎在怀中发出怯怯的颤音­

                                               故乡的砂土路一如多年前颠簸­

                                               哦,         车儿            慢些走­

                                               这儿是我恋人的故园呵

                                               一缕紫丁香长过园墙怒放­

                                               测量岁月的距离­

                                               那一定是我们当年亲手种植的

                                               那一定是我们当年亲手种植的么？

                                               你走时我抱着老吉它为你送行

                                               流浪了多年  回来看你 怀中抱的 依旧是它

 

                                               宁静的马莲花在你身上绽放

                                               伏在你的胸上 隔着薄薄一层黄土

                                               我依旧能感觉到 你青香的心跳，

                                               只是高岗上含泪的我再也问不清

                                               这尘世间的黄土 压在你脆弱的躯体上

                                               到底给了你温暖 还是压得你透不气来.

                                               当初让你睡在高岗上好让你望着我北上的影子而不感到孤独

                                               今晚我发觉自己还是错了

                                               除了草丛中的虫鸣再有谁为你驱走过寂寞？

 

                                                睡在光阴的下面再有谁为你驱走过寂寞?

                                                我的恋人长埋在地下    我在诗歌里描绘她的倩影

                                                我欲抱紧腼腆苦痛的爱情

                                                但随柔软的手指轻抚过古典吉它的弦

                                                然后垂落

                                                在骨癌的摧残之下一切却都已尘埃落定呵！

 

                                               伫立在孤独的中央 沉重的空虚相你我涌来­

                                               曾经青春活力的你经过三次截肢­

                                               被死神的茧像蛹般紧缚在病床上­。

                                               对探望者你避而不见­

                                               我买了一串物五彩水晶风铃­

                                             （七彩谐‘去’没要­)

                                               户外的风儿轻轻一吹­

                                               床头的风铃便碰撞出­

                                               一串串的清脆驱赶着寂寥­。

                                              那时户外的桃花开始一瓣一瓣凋落­

                                              那时,你的长发开始一根一根脱落­

                                              那时,我戴着清澈的镜片­

                                              还没蓄起长发­，

                                              我把你脱落的发丝一根一根收集进­

                                              我被泪水浸透的枕头内­

                                              我无力挽回你的生命­

                                              但要你的清香在以后的每夜里陪伴我入睡­

                                              在梦中牵扯起与你千丝万缕的往日

 
                                               医院天井里落满了妖娆的桃花花瓣
                                               覆盖住了青色狰狞地石板,­
                                              你要走的最后几日­

                                              想食甜食­

                                              寻遍了半座小城­

                                              最后选中了一盒醪糟­

                                              边流泪边吃我喂的醪糟­

                                              你说了，好人    下辈子再陪你一世……­

                                              抱着你婴孩般纤小的身子,我终忍不住放声大哭­。

                                               因为怕你见到我红肿的眼伤心­

                                               我戴起了墨镜；因为憔悴的的日子也没有再剪短自己的长发­

                                               未想到直到现在­

                                               到今天我再也没有了力量和勇气摘除下墨镜­

                                               在金色的阳光中暴晒一下阴灰的眼珠；­

                                               再也没有了一次机会修剪头发­

                                                让流亡的灵魂稍作憩息.­。

                                               那时户外的桃花快要落尽了­

                                               你的头发也像夭折的花瓣样落尽了­

                                               枝头上已有了零星的青青小小的果实­

                                               可我青春的你却要走了,要走了,要走了……­

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                                                这马莲花开放的如此旺盛 紫得这么眩目­

                                                是因为它们是从你的身体里面长出来的么­？

                                                是因为它们的根系发自于你天蓝的心室­

                                                然后贯穿过这赭黄色的土地长起来的么？

                                                是因为当时移植它们时­

                                                我苦痛的泪水浇灌过么­？

                                                幸好在这宁静的乡村没有灰飞烟灭

                                                我才得以保全了你纯净的身子­

                                                才得以涅磐出如此深紫的精灵­

                                                果真如此的话­

                                                大地毕竟是给了脆弱的我们温暖多些呵。

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                                                这把老吉它是当初你送予我的

                                                她曾经让我们的青春欢快­

                                                你走后 又伴我北上西域­

                                                大漠的风沙袭击得她遍体鳞伤­

                                                但你亲手镶嵌进去的银饰

                                                却在累累伤痕中­

                                                依旧光辉醒目。

                                                你走了­

                                                我崇高的爱情信念也随之熄灭­

                                                再也没有谁能将它重新点燃­

                                                我诗里歌里面吟颂的偶像也已凋散­

                                                又有谁能让它灿烂如昔­

                                                明天 我还要掬着自己这蓬清明的孤­独

                                                背着你遗留下的老吉它走进熙熙攘攘的生活里面­

                                                去游荡吗?­

                                                我们是瞎子阿炳­

                                                但人生却永远没有《二泉映月》般美艳绝伦。­

                                                

                                      

 

                                                宁静的恋人­

                                                你是从桃花鲜红的花瓣上离去的­

                                                月夜里我们的灵魂永远纯洁。­

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                                                                                                                                   2004.农历3.17

                                                                                                                                                                              青藏高原天风浩荡      ­

                                                                                                                                                                                明月夜,短松岗­

                                                                                                                                                                               黑风衣比古人

                                                                                                                                                                                        的青衫还浓­