癮 騎 士

在白天黑夜裡出現

的幾隻幽靈

蹲在街的一角

牆的一隅

沒有修行竟想成神仙

飄飄若仙子

談笑比英雄

交熾著彼此的興奮

或吸一口迷霧

或，拿著宿命的針筒

儼像個白衣天使

交替著彼此的手臂

招來更多好勇好癮的騎士

想到那幻境啊

那迷幻的仙境

開盡了最高最後的速度

飛上那搖擺不定的彩虹

不顧天空會有意外失事

折翼的神仙

會像花朵般散落

-------- 在公路上

疊成一斑斑玫瑰的

顏色

         寫于2000/2/16

ADDICTED  RIDER

There are some of phantoms

 Appear day and night

They squat at the junction of the street

Or the corner of the wall

Without cultivated morality, They actually want to become the deities

Airy and graceful as the fairies

Challenging with who is more heroic in talking and laughing

Hotly exchange excitement with each other

Or absorb a gulp of vapour

Or, holding a fatal syringe

As a white-clother angel

Exchange the arms with each other

Beckon more and more riders,who are fond of bravery and addiction

Ah ! they want to go to the dreamland

The illusive Elysium

To drive with the last and the highest speed

Fly onto the uncertain swaying rain-bow

In spite of accident may happen in the sky

A broken-winged deity

May fall down and scatter as a flower

-------Upon the road

Pile up the spotted colours

Of  rose.

February 16, 2002