写了一些英文诗歌，当作新年的礼物放在这里给大家。
河川敷 福
It is my turn to pray
by isle Park
I am wearing a piece of black skin burned by the sun
Nourished from lakes
But you sleep like a piece of cloud in my eyes
When fingers touched fingers we unite
We unite to use old old old songs
Old old old devil tired to temper us
We eventually free. Amen.
Wait until all the flowers gone
by isle Park
Now, you felt to write and write
As if your soul is a black stone wall,
As if your life can now live without coffee and cigarettes,
Or, another 10 cents soap and love.
Love is mean, you told me, and then I told myself,
I still can remember that,
You touched my ribs with shyness on your face,
Like a Jewish boy, a Greek cellist.
And you, only you know that I am NOT a poet,
not a religious fag, but me,
who with a half cold and half warm
open arms, to welcome and to leave without reasons at anytime.
Possibly, one day I will slow myself down and be a mushroom under your roof,
A cloudy windy day, hot pool or jazz.
Then we both grow older, abundantly, shamelessly to learn how to forget and forgive.
Who am I , now,
a little child play with a tiny little paper boat
made by a ticket, and ask you,
Please draw a watch on my left arm,
and to wear 4 rubberbands on the right.
after that I will write as if my soul is a black stone wall,
Write on a blue print book,
with a silver tiger chain on my neck.
When neverend ends
by isle park
In my poetry there will be a river,
In my poetry there will be snow like vagabonds' seeds
In my poetry Maori girls sleep with the sun and wake up
from the hot lavender bush.
along the river, seek as explaining
You will find me on the edge of coldness
put a green stone in my mouth.
You will find me in a deep forest
with a pale horse, a puriri.
I then will use your tears and moonlight
to wash
my hair
copyright: isle Park 河川敷2007
