吕雄文诗: 遗世的告白

                                           通向“监督”的数控电话

                                           不像百姓家的座机牢靠而恭顺

                                           当着清官的面

                                           在一张清瘦的稿纸上

                                           我反复记录、涂改

                                           却总也记不准确

                                           残缺  罪孽  羞愧

                                           泪嘀嗒在稿纸上

                                           漫漶成凌晨婴的呻吟

                                           尘世

                                           一个巨大的伙食团

                                           在故园

                                           风吹斜了影子

                                           雪绑架了呼吸

                                           一浪一浪的糜烂

                                           一茬茬地壅塞在空旷的食堂里

                                           荒诞而芜杂的面容

                                           生长回家的渴望、香眠的情欲

                                           那时   我知道

                                           我的控诉没有爱情

                                           爱人在收拾餐具的一瞬

                                           把我遗弃在通向乱葬坟的路道上

                                           荒原

                                           链接伙食团的监督电话

                                           再也没有响起

                                           雾一般潮湿、脏乱的炊事班

                                           淡出了公义、洁净的祭坛

                                           后来

                                           我用消磨掉的最后一丝良知的力气

                                           像堆放玛尼堆一样

                                           堆放“雪涛”般忧郁的诗稿

                                           和流落禁区的故土的骨头

                                           我知道   我的遗稿无人整理

                                           像无人打理一口袋不知投递何处的行囊

                                           故人苟活在没有爱情的时节

                                           谁还会为一丝怯懦的呐喊

                                           寄予春风的怜恤和月光痴迷的触吻

                                           儿子出征荒原的那个黎明

                                           我的坟冢长出一面旗

                                           嘀嗒出爱情的蜜汁

                                           摇曳季节的花香