Dream about Atlantis

Or was it school? A test, a thousand students,
a dark cafeteria of a classroom.
I don't understand the requirements,
run outside—
a castle, an outdoor commons—
Atlantis.
It's like a video game level,
it's a chance to relive the school life
I may never get to see again, the life I already
ran back to a little over a year ago.
It's like a dream, it's like Atlantis.

God she looked good

Hit me like a sudden thunderstorm
at first you try and run through the rain
but eventually you're soaked and just walk it home,
but where is home?
Where are you and where am I
headed with my life?
You seem so cool just like you always were,
I can't believe it's not butter, I can't believe
it's not like it always was,
but butter's not healthy anyway
and like the rain it all just
washes away

伟伟

伟伟，

我听说你常常看这个博客，

看我的诗，

今年夏天在北京，你让我的诗

从纸上、从电脑中、

从我的心里出来了——

得到了现实、进入到我真的生活中——

这让我写的诗没有意思、没有用，因为

字不算是感情，

真的诗就是真的生活。

最后，我终于在生活，

我终于在我的生活中有诗，

我终于有你，

王伟伟。