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咖啡煮著杯子 — June 5, 2018

咖啡煮著杯子

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~ 管管 · 他們怎麼玩詩 · 咖啡煮著杯子 ~

用杯子,喝著,您煮的,咖啡
用咖啡,喝著,您煮的,杯子
咖啡,喝著,裝在杯子裡的您,您
杯子,喝著,煮著您的咖啡,咖啡
杯子裡,是媽媽的,茶茶
茶茶,是妻子的,子杯杯子
茶茶,是泡在子杯裡的,兒女,女兒!

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咖啡斷想 — June 4, 2018

咖啡斷想

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~ 洛夫 · 月光房子 · 咖啡斷想 ~

  咖啡是黃昏中一條回家的小路

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  才喝了第一口
  突然想起她唇間的玫瑰和淚

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  躍進黑色的漩渦,去搜尋
  一隻盛滿星空的杯子

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  冬夜飲咖啡
  叫人想起院子裡母親鏟雪的手

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  一仰而盡
  然後對著牆壁呼喊
  杯底傳來她隔世的回應

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  熄了燈
  我順手從咖啡壺中
  撈起一把長長的黑髮

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  不再以苦澀來詮釋這個世界
  當窗外的木棉樹紅著臉走來

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  捧著溫熱的咖啡
  猶如捧著一位
  從尼羅河中遊出的裸女

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  是誰攪亂了杯中的寧靜?
  咖啡匙木然不答
  淚流滿面

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  咖啡豆喊著
  我的命好苦啊
  說完便跳進了一口黑井

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  氤氳如夢
  苦的甜的都只草草一生

The only precious thing roasted in dark — June 2, 2018

The only precious thing roasted in dark

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~ Matthew Dickman · Coffee ~

The only precious thing I own, this little espresso

cup. And in it a dark roast all the way

from Honduras, Guatemala, Ethiopia

where coffee was born in the 9th century

getting goat herders high, spinning like dervishes, the white blooms

cresting out of the evergreen plant, Ethiopia

where I almost lived for a moment but

then the rebels surrounded the Capital

so I stayed home. I stayed home and drank

coffee and listened to the radio

and heard how they were getting along. I would walk

down Everett Street, near the hospital

where my older brother was bound

to his white bed like a human mast, where he was

getting his mind right and learning

not to hurt himself. I would walk by and be afraid and smell

the beans being roasted inside the garage

of an old warehouse. It smelled like burnt

toast! It was everywhere in the trees. I couldn’t bear to see him.

I sometimes never knew him. Sometimes

he would call. He wanted us

to sit across from each other, some coffee between us,

sober. Coffee can taste like grapefruit

or caramel, like tobacco, strawberry,

cinnamon, the oils being pushed

out of the grounds and floating to the top of a French Press,

the expensive kind I get

in the mail, the mailman with a pound of Sumatra

under his arm, ringing my doorbell,

waking me up from a night when all I had was tea

and watched a movie about the Queen of England when Spain was hot

for all her castles and all their ships, carved out

of fine Spanish trees, went up in flames

while back home Spaniards were growing potatoes

and coffee was making its careful way

along a giant whip

from Africa to Europe

where cafes would become famous

and people would eventually sit with their cappuccinos, the baristas

talking about the new war, a cup of sugar

on the table, a curled piece of lemon rind. A beret

on someone’s head, a scarf

around their neck. A bomb in a suitcase

left beneath a small table. Right now

I’m sitting near a hospital where psychotropics are being

carried down the hall in a pink cup,

where someone is lying there and he doesn’t know who

he is. I’m listening

to the couple next to me

talk about their cars. I have no idea

how I got here. The world stops at the window

while I take my little spoon and slowly swirl the cream around the lip

of the cup. Once, I had a brother

who used to sit and drink his coffee black, smoke

his cigarettes and be quiet for a moment

before his brain turned its Armadas against him, wanting to burn down

his cities and villages, before grief

became his capital with its one loyal flag and his face,

perhaps only his beautiful left eye, shimmered on the surface of his Americano

like a dark star.

日夜咖啡屋之四 — May 22, 2018

日夜咖啡屋之四

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~ 張錯 · 日夜咖啡屋 · 日夜咖啡屋之四 ~

喝完最後一口愛美麗甘奴,站起身來

決定夜車南下維也納,日耳曼裔的他

通曉德語,不倫不類想起

二次大戰神風高貴的挫敗

人生如拍賣場,價高者得

一場戰役價低者紛紛倒下

鬥剩兩方對決,只一方勝;

感情拍賣場爾虞我詐

拍賣師苦笑自我解嘲

真偽愛情也可偷龍轉鳳。

一直要待騙局完成方始真相大白

明白每一句話及動作的揮別暗示

譬如擁吻,那是吻別

譬如擁抱,將是別抱

快樂匙圈是惜別紀念

環環不絕,始是終,終是始

但始終不明白那次裸浴拭抹

悄然滴下的一顆珠淚。

推門出外,脊椎骨第四、五節隱隱作痛

維吉爾.奧德曼名副其實就是老人嗎?

時光錯亂吧?每人都年輕漂亮過

年輕戀人雙宿雙棲,遂無法永遠,他堅持

捨棄不是騙局,她是愛他的,只不能廝守

原來那是最後一次,特別纏綿悱惻,瘋狂。

他走向鐘樓廣場人海,衣冠畢整

膺品表面光鮮,僅自知不值一文

以後沒有時鐘,沒有日夜

沒有人知道,什麼沒有發生過。

日夜咖啡屋之三 — May 21, 2018

日夜咖啡屋之三

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~ 張錯 · 日夜咖啡屋 · 日夜咖啡屋之三 ~

他已忘掉拍賣師身分

誇張手勢與誦經語言

他已完全忘記倫敦或拍賣會熟客

唯一期望是一套連續劇兩個演員

以及爛掉牙的老套情節,(一個演員已經就位)

坐在咖啡店面對大門座位,等待情節發展:

驀地她推門進來,眼睛一亮,站起身來,兩人相視

不可能中的可能,終於情節出現,一廂情願是編劇

導演循著天下有情人要求,終於發生、相逢、擁抱。

門打開關上,人進人出,永遠不是她,她不會來

人生情節無巧合,無巧遇,有巧詐,還有巧克力

維也納空運來的沙河蛋糕,甜美甜蜜,是他最愛。

他是老影迷,入戲,胡思亂想,想入非非

把處境想成《金玉盟》,世間最偉大等待

咫尺天涯啊!泰莉給尼基說,「真的,這不是誰錯

是我自己。我抬頭望上去,舉手可及的天堂哪,

你已在那裡。」真的,真的,他喝完最後一口咖啡

走出日夜,會這麼想,鐘樓廣場沒有車子只有行人

但有壞人、竊賊、劫匪,還有詐騙集團

也許身不由主吧,也許今天才來布拉格。

五月十二日,布拉格之春,史麥塔納忌辰

一排八個金色音符刻在作曲家墓碑旁

音樂節已揭幕,咖啡店響起〈我的祖國〉

他信步走向伏爾塔瓦河,心中昇起第二首交響詩

兩枝笛子輕快如流泉,金蛇亂竄,溶入小溪

匯向河流,主旋律出現,多麼令人緬懷的回憶啊!

越過狩獵場、農田、婚宴、城堡、匯入大河,直奔布拉格

那就是她的旅程啊!他想,一年一度,她必將前來。