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閒逛

 

決定不搭乘任何交通工具

用閒逛的姿態,收起

馬拉松穿越清空道路的專注

換上小心的視線去過虎口

閃讓眼睛並沒有長在頭上的低頭族

還有跨越馬路像遊樂場的遊客

也瞄到父母在孩子周圍清空危險

讓小孩自以為走在無憂無慮的路上

 

轉身逛到騎樓下,比走在

《惡之華》裡詩人漫遊的拱廊街更加忙碌

在亮眼燈光照射櫥窗名牌所產生的

人行道陰影,我看到發傳單者

弱勢人賣口香糖或步履匆匆

拿著公事包的上班族,沒有了乞丐

也沒有了站壁的流鶯,更沒有流浪漢

自然也沒了浪漫巴黎的神秘憂鬱

這是現代消費的繁忙街道

 

隔壁暗巷的動靜

我看不到,不是不吵鬧

而是已經被新廣告擋住

在這城市一定有高樓大廈

也有低矮平房,有高有低很正常

一如有賺有賠是這的規矩

雖然我們都想賺

 

這城市不停地施工,打掉重建又上漆

眩想著人變老又拉皮變年輕

只要存在都會有逝去的一天

期盼逛街會遇到102歲拄著拐杖的老人

站在101大樓旁,誰高誰低?

我又是排名第幾?

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