〈Who Steals My Sleep?〉
 
A rest is too short to take
A night is too long to stay
Could we be honest
To define a sleep as an escape
And we have stocked daily anxieties
To scare away dreams
So I call myself a thief stealing my sleep
 
〈誰偷走我的睡眠？〉
 
休憩總嫌短
黑夜卻漫長
能不能誠實一些
論定睡眠為逃避
但我們終日囤積焦慮
把夢通通嚇跑
故我自詡為偷眠的賊
 
〈A Personal Statement〉
 
A poet writes for love
A love he can not take on
So he writes on
And his life goes on
Until this love is gone
So you might easily find out
A good poem about love
Is too ideal to be real
And it becomes a classic
And a little bit tragic
For you can neither touch nor taste
 
〈個人論點〉
 
詩人為愛而寫
一種他無法承受的愛
於是他寫啊寫
他的生命走啊走
直到此愛消逝
因此你或能輕易發現
一首關於愛的好詩
過度理想而不真實
於是它變成經典
於是有一點感傷
因你摸不著，也嚐不到
 
〈Crows〉
 
A thousand dark refugees
Howling, crushing the setting sun
 
〈鴉〉
 
千百個黝黑難民
悲嚎著輾過夕陽