白炽灯隐隐作响
                只有这显得灰暗的酒杯
                           空了又满
                            我有点醉
                     窗外是浓浓的夜色
        隔壁的笑声和窗户上抖动的身影外
                   世界显然是一片漆黑
                             炉火哄鸣
       但身边的每一样家具觉得那么的冰冷 
                        猫静静地凝望着
                  好像对我说世态的炎凉
                这所谓人对孤寂的挑战吗

                         拿出一页宣纸
                    把“情”一竖拉到最底
                灯光下″寒"下又多出一点
                         象发亮的金星
                     又不象墨那样纯厚
                     是极端的脆弱易碎
               一把长剑刺入砚墨的腹脉
                     剑锋下才流露诗韵
            让停顿在内心的空虚得以释怀
                     今夜是生命的阴霾
                         是孤独的盛宴