安娜琪的房子

 Ⅰ．

 沒有聲音的時候，鏡子反芻騷動的記憶。

  任性的女主人搭配不同體味的情侶

 彼此品嚐肉體的生猛快感

 那時，因為出狎的情慾

 所有的家具都變成野獸，

 在黏濁的暗中，以盯著獵物的狩姿窺伺

 不斷支配或被支配的、

 不斷滿足或遺憾的、

 不斷溫柔或激進的、

 安娜琪與她的政治遊戲。

 Ⅱ．

 安娜琪沒有聲音的時候，

 房子對聲音就開始消化不良。

 不准有朋友或仇人前來按暴躁的門鈴

 不准大哥大江湖式的召喚

 不准B B Call私家偵探的密碼跟催

 不准電話小女人似的唧唧切切.....

 最後房子對安娜琪的心跳聲

 也沒有辦法承受了。

 天黑之後，房子暫時休克過去，

 家具和鮮花一併昏迷。

 在黑暗中，瀰漫著

 另一種泛政治化的恐懼

 Ⅲ．

 有聲音的時候，安娜琪的生活是熱鬧的。

 午後的咖啡和奶精

 演繹著和解的氛圍、

 雪茄跟涼菸在菸灰缸裡

 交換吐納的肺腑之言、

 口紅和檳榔汁

 烙在盛紅酒的杯緣上攀關係；

 她的Party如此公開，

 卻佐以竊竊私語的小菜，

 引人開胃，進而

 無所不啖權力的主菜。

 聲音在消失之前

 來自四面八方的饕客

 都被安娜琪的招待

 滿足了每一張嘴。

 Ⅳ．

 房子充滿安娜琪的靈魂。

 安娜琪多麼雙性。

 一個人的安娜琪和她（他）自己的安娜琪

 妥協了這個孤立的房子。

The House of Anarchy

I.

When
there's no sound, mirrors regurgitate tumultuous memories

The
willful lady of the house chooses lovers with different body odors

Savoring
the raw ferocious pleasure of each other's body

When
let out of the cage, desire

Turns
all the furniture into wild animals

In
the heavy sticky darkness, they peer at their prey

To
control or be controlled without end

To
be satisfied or to regret without end

To
be tender or aggressive without end

Anarchy
and her game of politics

II.

When
Anarchy is quiet

The
house develops indigestion toward sound

It
allows no friend or foe to ring the cranky doorbell

No
beckoning from mobile phones

No
tracking beepers in the code of private detectives

No
phone calls like chatty little women…

In
the end the house can't even stand

The
sound of Anarchy's heart beating

After
dark the house passes out in shock

Along
with the fainted furniture and fresh flowers

In
the dark

A
fear of overt politicization permeates

III.

When
there is sound, Anarchy's life comes alive

In
the afternoon coffee and cream

Illustrate
an ambiance of reconciliation

Cigars
and menthol cigarettes in the ashtray

Exchange
words from the bottom of their hearts

Lipstick
and beetle juice network

Leaving
imprints on the rim of a glass of red wine

Her
party is open to all

Serving
hors d'oeuvre of whispers

To
whet appetite, followed by

The
power-hungry main course

Before
the sound disappears

The
gluttons coming from all corners

Are
satiated

By
Anarchy's hospitality

IV.

The
house teems with the soul of Anarchy

The
androgynous Anarchy

One
person's Anarchy and her/his own Anarchy

Find
compromise in this lonely house