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nunia (
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美国, 新泽西 |
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时间:
2008-06-05 09:59:29, 来源:未名交友 |
标题:
"Dreams of The Mechanical Man" |
Dreams of the Mechanical Man
Do you know Of Weatherspring Mill?
That foul mill, That denigrated hive, Behind the diseased edifice, The lampblack centuries? Buzzing with automated activity Bolts and brackets and belching black smoke Fresh from the furnace into the bath The bath, the quenching bath, Which squeals and panics and throws billowing steam Parts meet parts Amidst showering sparks As the welders blast joints And the odious, Dripping, Vapor coating. All those poisons seeping Down drains where sagging Knots of toxic effluvium pour from the outspout, Infecting the groundwater. Dead trees rest the stunted crows They wait, their cracked cawing grinds Like the gnashing of teeth Their vacant eyes study A parched and weary and broken little girl As she, in desperation, Drinks the black pitch from the lake.
Do you know the workers at Weatherspring Mill? A creaking mass A hooded procession Born into soot nightmares They are marching in a narrow hallway A door at either end Built for workers bent Over conveyor belts Jostling belts While the relentless pounding of the second hand Echoes Louder than any machine in the deafening mill.
Some say, They were human once. No longer, thank God.
Do you know the mechanical man? The mechanical man who works the lathe The lathe in the Weatherspring Mill? He does not even know what is made at the mill. Is anything made at the mill?
Of course, he's never left the mill The rumors of workers who've escaped the mill The rumors swirl Like sulfurous eddies in the Weatherspring Lake.
There is rust in the blood And blood in the rust The cancer the red red pieces From the drowsing mechanical man The golden-dreaming Mechanical Man.
Clank, whirr, clank, whirr Clank, whirr, clank, whirr Kajunk Kajunk Kajunk Clank, whirr, clank, whirr
Mechanical man dreams, he dreams of a girl: She has no rust, no coils, no cogs A sunshine girl on summer hills of clover. Her upturned face, soft and mischevious With loving eyes Framed by dark hair sweeping her breasts Her soft breasts tucked neatly in a white shirt Riding a little above the hem of her Blue Skirt; Her light blue skirt, from which Her ankles and bare pink feet Dance softly over clover. Petals float from a cherry tree The girl hangs the linens on the line Where a snail crawls, unnoticed. And the linens The linens are sheets that swell like a sail As she reaches to affix another plain wooden clothespin To the unruly sheet Her shirt climbs past her waist Exposing a scant pink frame. And birds- sparrows Arguing sweetly As the girl hangs linens in the sun.
Clank, whirr, clank, whirr
Mechnical man also dreams of a man: A man he knows to be himself He does not think he looks The way He knows himself to look This man has no rust, no springs, no hinges But skin and joints of flesh and bone His eyes, no condensed resin eyes His eyes are an optical green, a living green An iris, a pupil, in a white orb His face is scarred, but whole. Clothed shabbily in a dirty white shirt Carpenter's pants and work boots, Clutching an ax A bundle of wood Muscular, hungry, He lets go of the ax And catches the flesh of the girl's perky ass Tenderly sheltered in a blue Skirt.
The miracle Shatters When the steam whistle screams its bloodthirsty scream Murdering respite, Murdering vague recollections of dreams of golden afternoons Of passion and love and a life outside Weatherspring Mill.
Mechanical man with an oily cough Cracks his polymer eyes open, Brushes the shimmering flecks off his chest.
- BottleRocket, Wed. May 21, 2008 [Since you told me I should write more poems, I wrote one for you. It's sitting in my diary. I want to write love poems, but they're very difficult. Maybe I'll just need +more practice? ]
※ 最后修改者:nunia, 修改于:2008-07-01 10:11:26 ※
※ 来源:Unknown Friends - 未名交友 http://us.jiaoyou8.com ※
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