有天 （标题 ）
                                                
                                                                                  上天笔触
                                                                               勾勒棉云慌张
                                                                                  下午如水
                                                                               平静淹过山岗
                                                                                  他的头发
                                                                                     像风
                                                                              勾过花香一片
                                                                                  我的盒子
                                                                                     像墓
                                                                              安放海边吹风
                                                                                  你的骨骼
                                                                              在食指第二节
                                                                                  垒起碉堡
                                                                                  我的海边
                                                                              在春天的结尾
                                                                                  迎来海啸
                                                                              盐碱地丰收后
                                                                              老人用桃木剑
                                                                                  鞭打桃木
                                                                              老师在送分题上
                                                                                  批上错误

                                                                                  你的路程
                                                                               经过一片荒凉
                                                                                  我在夜晚
                                                                                  遇见老人
                                                                                  他走夜路
                                                                                  我倚路灯
                                                                                  他说习惯
                                                                                  我问为何
                                                                                  他说总是
                                                                                  我说好的
                                                                                    他走过
                                                                                  背影相似
                                                                                    所有人
                                                                                 黑色的眼睛
                                                                                    也相似