致Van Gogh以及每位創作者

(you took your life as lovers often do



but I could have told you......)





小麥田



燃燒的秋夜





右手的食指 緊勾



樹梢的微風





提防落葉



太快積滿倉庫







日出之後



槍聲迴盪得苦澀





平原從此開闊



綠意盎然





教堂外的小屋



烤好一片可頌





黑麵包



從此失去一種



鮮血凝結的硬度













(they would not listen





they did not know how



perhaps





they never will......)