晚上十點五十九分走在大街上

飆車族惶恐的呼嘯而過

警車像上氣不接下氣的老頭子追喊著

吹起了一張信貸的廣告紙

平平的到路中間讓車碾過

                                                                             搖晃的機車包

                                                                             穿梭在小巷裡

                                                                             濃妝豔抹下

                                                                             白雲吐霧

                                                                             冷縮在單薄的衣裙裡

我快速的走過黑暗的巷道

聽不清後面呼喊的話語

走進了深夜

走進了莫名