fishing for baby octopuses in the pescadores islands

translated by PLS

I untie your watch strap, so bright

a chrysalis, like you talking to me

as the car races through the tunnel beneath the mountain

cooling down section by section, on

the road shrouded in the smell of pines, the smoking room of emotions

the shadow of a smoking demon

to invent this scenario of a hidden plot that allows one to hide

reminds one of the swaying clouds

the landlocked sea that keeps migrating during rainy seasons

sweet goose feathers and the typewriter at the bay

perhaps saluting in the dark

that’s our mutual kitten

so we still cannot label the position

all of the sands receded

in this joke

have faith in the motherland, and have faith in love

believe me that I can take good care of you in the future

and in the fishing news tomorrow on TV

why once again

compare the history with being compliant

this happens when a dangerous thing

such as following orders is repeated too many times

you’ve got your proper virtues

I have a net, my unrestrained mountain forests

etcetera etcetera

4. Fishing for baby octopuses in the Pescadores Islands - 杰