"JD Salinger is Alive!" by Dave Bennett In/Words, issue 6.3 Jan. 2007

He taught me how to really read
and how to roll paper into cones
and fold them and shoot them so they stick into the ceiling tiles.

Somewhere, only in Montana:
Where there are roads but no signs.
Fists meet keys in petulant disgust.
The old man slams his ancient typewriter.
When the keys get stuck, again,he shoves the machine away.
(this time he allows himself a gawdammit.)
His fingers are skinnier, varicose. He has spent a lifetime looking down at them.
Already tired from the strain of a bad mood,He shuffles out the door.
He smashed it in better and more irritable times.
(the only way to write, Jack had said, but...)
Pine and birch and fir are mixed at the mill and it all pulp in the end.
Unpublished stacks are taking up more and more space, he knows,
Yellowed pillars up against the walls, fresher ones up front
"My God" he thinks "It Feels Like Forever"
And an accumulated musk of smoke and mould, and dust
"Someone else will clean them up," he decides.
He leaves, ungracefully, hobbling, each step a challenge.
An old man finds he needs space less and less
"The Open Wide Is Too Empty For Me!"
He is still alive because nobody has told the world he is dead yet!
(a blank sheet of paper by way of explanation gawdammit)
The Unpublished stand high enough to peek out the window now
He smiles, the pay for doing nothing wasn't so bad.
The snow will soon fall, and the ducks will hide
A boy in a stupid hat will walk down
And poke at the crust with a fallen branch
He likes the noise thin ice makes when it breaks.
You gotta aim the damn cones straight up, else they won't get stuck up there.

不知道他是個什麼樣的89歲老人......
不知道他和他的小孩有沒有好好相處
不知道他什麼時候會願意出版他的書
不知道小他40歲的老婆有沒有跟他一起信奇怪的宗教拜奇怪的神......?

如果Holden Kaulfield......
如果JD Salinger......
如果Captain America......
如果John Lennon......
......
raykai可不可以寫一首關於麥田捕手的歌??

幹, 好想哭噢 在聽到你的聲音以後
要哭還得先假裝滴眼藥水才敢擦淚
其實也不為什麼, 也沒什麼
比起衣索比亞的難民我根本沒什麼必要掉淚
校慶接待的工讀錢, 380塊, 你乾脆他媽的折算志工時數給我好了
其實只是 原來我必須
他媽的客套
他媽的小心翼翼
他媽的溫柔和善
對不起齁我就是不喜歡這樣