Kitchen

---死亡到最後難道不是

     一個無盡的廚房嗎?(聶魯達.疑問集)

I want to borrow a fire from 燧人氏

To cook  my  poems

My fingers are  all thumbs

This  fire  is  often out  of  control

Sometimes   it’s  too  strong

All  food  becomes  dark

Sometimes   it’s  too  weak

Nothing  can be  cooked

My kitchen knife is  very  sharp

Make myself bleed

And  to  cut  lots  of  onion

Let others burst into  tears

I  am a stubborn  cook

Put too  much water in  my  stews

In  stead of sugar,pepper,sauce……

Look！

They  are  colorless  and  tasteless

I  feel  so  frustrated

Desire to leave here

「No one  can  run  away ！」God  says

Finally, I  am  going to  cook  my  life

Even  no  one  to  cherish

           Ripple  Chao 2008,10,28night