Mark's Poem II
10/21 2006, 13:00 | 作者 如此幸福 ( English corner )
Ghost Writer
One more hotel, journey, meeting,
Sunrise, breakfast, ache, breath.
In the shower, hot water beads on the back of your hand
Your veins poke through blue
Beijing
Wrapped in a towel, looking out and down
Watching the headlights stream away
Ribbon-handed Red Army dancers
Grey arterial roads laced together
Cholesterol in concrete
When did the you from yesterday die, and where did she go?
You get weary from talking with yourself
And I am not the me who is writing this"
:) from Mark




