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张泉

<p><b><b>流浪的乞讨者（外五首）</b></b></p>
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<p><b>流浪的乞讨者</b></p>
<p><b>&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr></b> <b>张泉</b></p>
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<p>头枕瓷砖，异乡的</p>
<p>冷&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 被子上一个被烧黑的窟窿</p>
<p>露出比夜更白</p>
<p>更沉默的棉絮</p>
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<p>我见过他伸向人群也伸向自己的</p>
<p>盅盅&nbsp;<wbr> 一张饥饿如渊的嘴</p>
<p>故乡瘪入其中&nbsp;<wbr> 未有半点声音</p>
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<p>他盘腿挪移，用丧失的部分</p>
<p>丈量世界之硬</p>
<p>多少高楼大厦，消失在模糊如锯的</p>
<p>泪光里</p>
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<p>我和他相互陷入&nbsp;<wbr> 重叠&nbsp;<wbr> 穿透之后</p>
<p>盘腿逃离。。。。。</p>
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<p><b>暗</b><b>&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr></b> <b>影</b></p>
<p>&nbsp;<wbr> ---写给父亲</p>
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<p>被推开的夜</p>
<p>卷袖重来，一如阁楼上</p>
<p>你和3D的搏弈</p>
<p>“命运就是让一个人不断地蒙羞”？</p>
<p>零星的乐趣&nbsp;<wbr> 使窗口微微泛亮</p>
<p>一如早年的山冈上，生存的汗味</p>
<p>从未离开你四季裹身的蓝T恤</p>
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<p>啊，从未就范！</p>
<p>你常揣于衣兜的江津白干</p>
<p>玻璃的脖子梗在时光深处</p>
<p>你吐词不清的梦呓使夜色一次次发皱</p>
<p>而床头的假牙，发出冷漠而幽暗的光。。。。</p>
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<p>霜降之后，垭口的劲风逼秃了青冈林&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 映山红抱火而逝</p>
<p>父亲，那无蔽之幽径，仿佛你身体里趔趄的扫帚</p>
<p>还得自己&nbsp;<wbr> 扶上暮年的墙头</p>
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<p>而今，你融入了另一家人的生活</p>
<p>我住街的这头，你居街的那端</p>
<p>一百多米的天涯，使我们渐渐陌生&nbsp;<wbr> 喑哑</p>
<p>渐渐看见那搀着向我们走来的最后的相聚&nbsp;<wbr> 使窗口微微泛亮</p>
<p>母亲的雪花&nbsp;<wbr> 就会掐白所有的竹林</p>
<p>就会模糊星光与萤火虫的距离</p>
<p>你来&nbsp;<wbr> 时光就来&nbsp;<wbr> 南瓜花也会开得更为低矮</p>
<p>捂不住的衣襟之下&nbsp;<wbr> 你依然在当年的冬天劈柴</p>
<p>柴屑四溅&nbsp;<wbr> 又一一嵌回&nbsp;<wbr> 我心尖陡然绷紧的</p>
<p>微澜</p>
<p>&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 2008．11．15作&nbsp;<wbr> 2009。3。28日改 </p>
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<p><b>青</b> <b>冈</b> <b>林</b></p>
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<p>你用词语抱起的青冈林</p>
<p>从未衰老&nbsp;<wbr> 梦如痴月&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 精雕细刻</p>
<p>从未气馁&nbsp;<wbr> 烟岚般的山茶花&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 年复一年绕膝而开</p>
<p>一口井从两端绷弹</p>
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<p>不说爱&nbsp;<wbr> 不说疯狂&nbsp;<wbr> 魑魅的钉影</p>
<p>将夜色打包&nbsp;<wbr> 你和玻璃相互确认</p>
<p>相互撞击&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 你比梨花散得更快</p>
<p>你需要一把梯子&nbsp;<wbr> 从云端搭回人间</p>
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<p>人间！这虚妄而无羞的纽扣！</p>
<p>如此烫手&nbsp;<wbr> 席卷着狂热</p>
<p>一捧昔日的月光</p>
<p>交出了从未谋面却扇形淌溢的</p>
<p>青冈林</p>
<p>2009．3．9</p>
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<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <b>低</b> </p>
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<p>这台灯的荧光：明晰&nbsp;<wbr></wbr> 清静</p>
<p>抚摸着牛仔裤上波涛似的皱痕</p>
<p>低下来&nbsp;<wbr></wbr> 低如我脸上蓝色灯心绒窗帘似的</p>
<p>家乡的小女子&nbsp;<wbr></wbr>&nbsp;<wbr></wbr> 低眉垂眼&nbsp;<wbr></wbr>&nbsp;<wbr></wbr> 咫尺天涯！</p>
<p>风在心灵的伤口上跑断了脚杆</p>
<p>这是异乡！&nbsp;<wbr></wbr> 你顺手捏住的床单&nbsp;<wbr></wbr>&nbsp;<wbr></wbr> 冬天一样荒凉</p>
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<p><b>硕</b> <b>蓝</b></p>
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<p>把蓝天扑克牌一样，一张一张嵌入阳光</p>
<p>疗伤&nbsp;<wbr> 不是诗句中涌动的泪痕&nbsp;<wbr> 千百年来说不出口的</p>
<p>痛&nbsp;<wbr> 把阳光土豆般&nbsp;<wbr> 一瓣一瓣塞进泥土&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 来不及细看</p>
<p>大风把一个人埋得很深&nbsp;<wbr> 看见祖先躬身的影子&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 一把遥远的锄头</p>
<p>磕上什么&nbsp;<wbr> 什么就发芽&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 黑暗而厚实的围裙</p>
<p>凹凸着大地和一个人的脚跟&nbsp;<wbr> 在春天&nbsp;<wbr> 大面积蓝天之下</p>
<p>你无法抬头&nbsp;<wbr> 审视身体里穿行的亲人&nbsp;<wbr> 蓝天也是一种病句</p>
<p>根蔓匍匐，在无数心灵上荡秋千&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 你顺眼眯起的山之轮廓</p>
<p>像一条巨大的蚯蚓&nbsp;<wbr> 和蓝天 拉锯</p>
<p>2009．3．9</p>
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<p><b>烟</b><b>&nbsp;<wbr></b> <b>圈</b></p>
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<p>给母亲上坟时，鞭炮炸出的烟圈</p>
<p>摇摇晃晃&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;<wbr> 罩得我心&nbsp;<wbr> 隐隐生疼</p>
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<p>年少时，我们一边吸烟</p>
<p>一边嬉笑着喷吐烟圈</p>
<p>笑声未落&nbsp;<wbr> 烟圈已被无名之风</p>
<p>撩散在沉默如铁的</p>
<p>指关节里</p>
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<p>多么诡异的烟圈！</p>
<p>多么迅疾地，铁桶般</p>
<p>箍来。。。。。</p>
<p>2008．10．24</p>
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张泉

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