Flying towards a borderland of rain
the Boeing 757 in its rigid pose
steals some rest in flight
Paper phantoms sit beside me
watching a two-hour movie
The blue stewardess hands me an ice-cold cola
Jello quakes faintly in a foil cup
The wings expose their bones
placid engines drone on and on and
unfamiliar winds outside the window tear things apart
Nails stuck to the water inherit our disquiet
Somewhere beneath my feet, trucks hauling loads of iron ore
have formed a long, long line
It’s midnight, and it’s nearly dawn
The moon turns its back on us and leaves
Troubled bowl, its fine surface
brimming with homesick joy
Tears bring an end to pain
This endless ambivalence clings to me
It’s plagued me nearly all my days
Drifting clouds above the junkyard
Suspended stars twist and turn
along with me
flying towards a borderland of rain
2004
飞往多雨的边境
飞往多雨的边境
波音757以僵硬的姿态
在飞行中获得休息
纸制的幻想和我并排坐着
观看一场两小时的电影
蓝色的空姐递上冰镇的可乐
果冻在锡箔纸里微微颤抖
机翼赤裸着骨头
宁静的引擎哗哗不休
我所不熟悉的风在舷窗外撕扯着什么
钉在水面上的钉子继承者忧虑和不安
我脚下的某处,载货卡车满载着铁矿石
排成长长的行列
是子夜,也是凌晨
月亮向我们转身而去
不安的碗,精致闪亮的表面
满含怀乡的幸福
哭泣停止了疼痛
这犹豫如此长久
几乎纠缠了我的一生
垃圾场上空的浮云
弯曲下垂的星辰
和我一起
飞往多雨的边境
2004