Introspection （a group of poems）


I'm with the Man in My Body

I'm with the man in my body.
We  don't have joy，we are going to part

She is in her forties with lots of  wrinkles in her hearts
Her admiration for me is still the wandering time of
her teenager

Some illness, and some helplessness
make her re-acquaint  a man
No matter how big she thinks
The world is too narrow to turn around.

She is very unwilling
She wants to get back the man separated for half a lifetime
by breaking up or an unusual way



Those Pains Finally Find Their Way out

Nutrients needed by a growin- up pain
twists roots and branches in heart
Some screaming thorns
are gazing  and unwilling to lurk

The increasing crowded injuries
can't hold enthusiasm and dream anymore.
How many robbing people are there along the way？
It hollows out the night

At five o'clock in the morning
the world begins to be infinitely broad
These pains  finally found a way out
All the frosty white flowers
imprison the cold dew boldly



There's a Ripe Thunder in My Body

More than forty years of crawling and rolling
the skin of my heart is getting thicker and thicker

It can't feel at all that
in deep  blood flow
The long-suspended thunder
is ripe enough.

I am waiting for the berries of my life
to cover the earth thoroughly



The Abruptness I Press into My Body

The world suddenly becomes clear.
The abruptness I press into my body
takes away the  rash wildfire and thorn

Through the  apathetic secular world
those who suffer hardships can only
slowly let off their own heat
Disease invades the dream
and abrade the acuteness of loneliness

Those abrupt unwillingness
eventually become an ill bone
and a metaphor of physical violence


Dreams Keep Slipping in My Body

The slide is getting old
Every fragmented dream
adds a little resistance to my life.

I remember a lot processes of sliding down
Sometimes it sparks, sometimes
It abrases the splendid attire dressing up for it
It's a teenager's heart
rolling in the uneven world

I've always held on to it.
In this place about the size of one chest.
stumbling and skiing
just for stopping it to  break out of the wall.



Digging the Burning in My Body for Years

Start with a  collided flat head.
Fire of the soul hangs on all sides of the world
In those grooves
the burning feeling that has lasted for years is left

The edge of this body
many burns
are compressed into the bottom of my heart
from teen years , till getting old

It's extinguishing time
The magma in the body is going to become cold stones.
Some delusions and mania
keep burning in the ashes



Stop the Train in My Body

This is a grassland， autumn comes
The sun on this land will be covered by clouds.
Train from my childhood
please stop here

One of the rails has got off the ground.
He staggers as soon as he reaches middle age.
The turning knees
have  damages,  it will be  injured  when turning back

Don't go to the distant any more
At the end of the limb
There is a grown world
full of unexpectedness



The Earth Spreads in My Body Like Mist

Countless ups and downs are gone.
The earth spreads in my body in a fog’s posture

All the scars walking at  night  have seen
the crops  blossom in their blood lineage
Those rising dewdrops
ride a grass like riding a white horse

They follow a pathway
that shimmers , lifts the fog
willing to return the sorrow in the earth
to its home，the birthplace



The Disability Hidden in My Body by Dad

The sharpest weapon in this life
is the disability that my father hides in my body
Whether inside or outside
It has awesomely  intention of killing  

Pull the bayonet out of the hoe
and draw miracle from the dictionary
A teenager  with wheat awns in his arms
keeps the time of disability in his heart

Whenever a sacrificial day comes
He will resurrect himself



Those Far Distance Retrieved into My Body

Let them sting in limbs
In the no-broad half a lifetime
I’ll count those far distance retrieved into my body
carefully

They lay flatly in the bush of grass.
at the  posture of looking at stars
and discriminate the direction to return to the heart
The scars hidden in the road grow fruit
which shine in the night sky

Let the poles of life be so close
and gather the stretching power for this body



Bending down and Wandering in Dreams

The withered branches and leaves
bend and wander in dreams
putting  a ragged dress
on the frozen earth

Vegetation exposed by every leak
has upward postures.
Some frosted foreheads
flash a series of delicate sunshine

I have a lot of sadness  growing here
They hide in the land
With steady roots
they  stay in the village where I was born



The Beard of the Years Governs Gray Tone

Thatch in early winter  rises from the morning mist
Countless gold downwind
make the beard of years be gray tone

I'm the winged seed
left behind by them.
drifting over the edge of the first winter
at the fastest speed


I also hold back my fear of opening my mouth.
I design a towering ice
to draw a transparent bridge for the first spring



The Bright White Liquid Enters My Gray Body.

Squeezed too long by the earth
this body swaying high from the world
is surprised by the bright white of a bottle of liquid
The posture of its suspension
as if this gray body，is about to be inverted

Running water is always innocent
Whether it flows into thunder or night
The  guidance I can give it
is in these myopic eyes.
Some crops are jointing, blooming and bearing seeds.

Walking into the rice ears  means It can walk out of myself
When I am out of me
The gods of the land will make  me immortal



Knocking down Some Self-pity When Passing by Bad Luck

It needs to keep a nodule when having subacute thyroiditis
to make mosaic for those unknown pains
At this moment
the evil fire  boiled by Chinese medicine burns up fiercely

In this way, a hanging organ becomes a nest.
The misfortune made of the  essence of heaven and earth
knocks down my self-pity  when it passes by
Weakness that is about to be named
transients to the sunny windowsill at once

I've counted for five days carefully
ABCD, immune deficiency and drug toxicity
are like a big fish caught  to the ashore
The sixth day is just as  a cauldron
I ignite a bundle of firewood from my homeland in my dream



内视（组诗)

温青


我和体内住着的那个人

我和体内住着的那个人
没有欢好，就要散开

她四十多岁，已满心皱纹
对我的倾慕，还是少年时
一起流浪的风尘

一些病痛，和一些无奈
让她重新认识了一个男人
无论心有多大
人世已狭窄到不能转身

她好不甘心
要用披头散发的分手
找回那个半生决绝的男神



那些疼痛终于找到了出口

疼痛长大需要的养分
在心底盘根错节
一些尖叫的刺
虎视眈眈，不愿潜伏

越来越拥挤的伤病
装不下热情和美梦了
一路上有多少打劫的朋友
把夜晚都掏空了

在凌晨五点
世界开始无限宽阔
那些疼痛终于找到了出口
所有霜降的白花
都如此大胆地禁锢了寒露



体内有颗熟透的惊雷

四十多年摸爬滚打
这颗心的蒙皮越来越厚

它根本感受不到
血流深处
那悬挂以久的的惊雷
已经熟透了

我静候着，这一生的浆果
涂满大地




我按进体内的那些突兀

世界一下子澄明了
我按进体内的那些突兀
带走了妄动的火和刺

隔着凉薄的俗世
备受的煎熬的人，只能
慢慢泄掉自已的热气
让疾病侵入梦乡
磨去孤独的尖锐

那些突兀而生的不甘
最终成为病骨
成为身体暴乱的隐喻



梦想在体内不断打滑

这滑梯就要老旧了
每一处散碎的梦想
为此生平添了些许阻力

我记得很多滑落的过程
有时冒着火花，有时
磨破了为它穿着的盛装
那是一颗少年的心
在凸凹不平的人世间滚动

我一直抱定了它
在这个胸腔大小的地方
踉踉跄跄，不停地打滑
只是不让它破壁而出


向体内挖掘经年的焦灼

从撞扁的头颅开始
人间四壁，挂着灵魂之火
在那些凹槽里
留下了经年不散的焦灼

这具身体的边缘
有多少灼伤
都被压缩进心底
从少年开始，正在苍老

到了熄火的时辰
体内的岩浆就要冷成石头
一些虚妄和狂躁
在灰烬中不断燃烧


停下体内的那列火车

这草原到了秋天
这土地上的太阳要盖上云彩
那列从童年开来的火车
你先停下来

有一条铁轨脱离了大地
一到中年便踉跄起来
那转弯的膝盖
也有了破损，回身便是伤害

所有的远方你都不要去了
在肢体的未端
已经长成了
一个处处意外的世界




大地在我体内摊成雾的模样

无数起伏都不见了
大地在我体内摊成雾的模样

所有夜行的伤疤都碰见
庄稼在血脉里扬花
那些升腾的露珠
骑着青草白马

它们沿着一条涓细的路
闪现微光，扶起迷雾
要把这满地的忧伤
送还出生的那个家



父亲藏在我体内的残疾

此生最锐利的武器
是父亲藏在我体内的残疾
无论向内还是向外
都有着森然的杀机

从锄头里捋出枪刺
从字典里拽出神迹
一个满怀麦芒的少年
把残疾的光阴继续藏于心底

每当一个祭日来临
都将复活一个自已


那些收回到体内的远方

让它们蛰伏于四肢吧
在远不够辽阔的半生里
我要细数一下
那些收回到体内的远方

它们平躺在丛生的芳草中
以眺望繁星的姿势
分辩那个返回内心的方向
藏于路途的伤疤结出果实
在夜空中闪闪发光

让生命的两极如此接近
为这副躯体集结伸展的力量



在梦境中俯身流淌

早年枯萎的枝枝叶叶
在梦境中俯身流淌
给这冰冻的大地
披上一件破绽百出的衣裳

每一个漏洞所暴露的草木
都有向上的姿势
一些贴着霜花的额头
闪现一串串精巧的太阳

我有很多悲伤也长在这里
它们躲藏于土地
以根茎的坚定
留守在我出生的村庄



岁月的胡须按捺着灰色调

初冬的茅草从晨雾中起身
无数顺风的黄金
让岁月的胡须按捺着灰色调

我是它们甩开的
一颗张着翅膀的种籽
要以最快的速度
从第一个冬天的边缘飘过

我也按捺着开口的恐惧
指定耸立的冰凌
为第一个春天画出透明的桥


这亮白的液体进入我灰暗的身躯

被泥土挤压得太久了
这副从尘埃中飘摇而起的身躯
惊讶于一瓶液体的亮白
它悬挂的姿势
有如这副灰暗的躯体即将倒置

流水永远是无辜的
无论它淌入雷电还是黑夜
我能给它的指引
就在这双近视的眼球里
有些庄稼正在拔节、扬花、结籽

走进谷穗，就可以走出我了
走出了我
土地长出的神明将赐我长生不死


与厄运擦肩而过时撞倒了一些自怨自艾

亚急性甲状腺炎要保留一处结节
为那些不明不白的疼痛
打上马赛克，就在此时
中成药煨出的邪火，熊熊燃烧起来

就这样，一挂脏器成了一个窝点
那些天地精华聚拢的厄运
在擦肩而过时撞倒了我的自怨自艾
那些即将获得命名的虚弱
瞬移到阳光轻洒的窗台

我已细数过五天
甲乙丙戊，免疫缺限，药物毒害
像一条条大鱼被钓上岸来
第六天像一口大锅
我在梦境里点燃了一捆家乡的劈柴


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