Kris & Rozz

Kris and Rozz



she sings in smoke filled room
and its like hearing two songs at once
but its just noise because
there’s too much being said
when no one is really listening

behind her
he tightens c(h)ords
in search of music and veins
injects, lets go
as god enters her mind

they are/were
a portrait of
affection and dying
adorning the walls of
a crumbling building
labeled “for storage”

she knows that
no one else can
love her like this
with such abandonment and rage
with desperation that
begs for her touch, her gaze
whatever fragments she might
dribble his way

they pretend they
will grow old together
slipping through gaping holes
without walls to which
to nail themselves
they hang
themselves
from stars

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I KNOW WHY

I KNOW WHY



i know why you stay(ed)

not because you want(ed) to
but because there is/was this tug
of words not said
and love that was never given
to people not noticed but starved
in the hands of those
who didn’t deserve it
gorging themselves on something
except your kisses which
should not have been wasted
on turned, blushing cheeks

you stay(ed) because

you ache(d) to know that
you are needed for
hands, thoughts, desires
slipping into hearts and feelings
and the want in the middle of the nite
for the push, the pull
beneath sheets, between legs
that tells you that
you are loved

and yes,
i stay because
i know you

i am in love with you

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Random Burning Man Thought #37

Random Burning Man Thought #37:

pain is the unbearable side effect of the lesser known.

copyright JANE 8/30/05

Random Burning Man Thought #15

i am just shadows on your mirror

copyright JANE 8/30/05

Random Burning Man Thought #2

man created god in his image
as a refledction of his manic greatness

therefore: since all men are NOT the same
the outcomes of their ignorance on the universe
have given way to a plurality of gods

AND, if the universe has alwasy existed
then we dont need a god creator
man is god
god is man

copyright JANE 8/29/05

random burning man thought #10

random burning man thought #10

(in)dependence like this is dangerous.
but, i love being under your (in)fluence.

copyright JANE 8/31/05

randomn burning man thought # 20

believing in god is like standing in the rain without motivation to go inside and keep dry.

copy write JANE'8/05

liNeS

lines


there used to be just
two lines and then
came a third and a
triangle inevitably formed
into a shape that hurt [me]
so much that [i] don’t even
want to go back to two lines
[i]’d rather just be one



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pink dream

pink dream


the small pink man
turned me quick to glass
so that when the rectangles
cracked with little effort
my ducts simply ran
with great speed
into the desert land
away from the promises
of liquid blue subways
and peach pathways
and then found openings
that now dot my embarrassed
bright pink face


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YOM KIPPOR

YOM KIPPOR

copy write JANE05

we all walk around so concerned
though most carry a relaxed open mouthed blankness
that layer is a liar and we all have scrunched up faces

we are all trying to sort our punctuation marks into cubbies
square pegs terrified of references to circular similarities
because originality has us by the throat

we attach sentiment to things that we love
that weren’t given with the right to do
because such dishonesty makes us feel warm

i try NOT to scrunch up my face
when walking past a tin man
basking in the sun

i try to believe that it is the sun
hitting the reflective metal that
makes his face shine so brightly

i try to believe that everyone loves him
and waves at him except the few of us
who can hear him rusting because of proximity

so at night i tear a ligament
pout, turn off the light and go to sleep
on a bed of knives for punishment

repentant

SCHIZOPHRENIC LOGIC

sChiZOphreNic lOgiC


dear you:


we sit
every i and me
competing molds of ego and id
interrupting, intersecting
intervening, intertwining
binding me
and i

we sit
every i and me
to be all and end all
cannot be neither
with or without
either me
and i

we sit
every i and me
gazing nihilistic shades of
black traces blue
on static gray discontent-inue
-ity me
and i

we sit
every i and me
covertly converting conversant
electronic environments
exchanging binary
waves co-sine
undesirable tangents
connect me
and i

we sit
every i and me
babbling by the book
lost prophets took
silence still revolving
around wrists locked
securely to me
and i

we sit
every i and me
in the last conservative row
of the congregation
praying under our breaths
god bless sedatives that
make smiles stretch
between me
and i

we sit
every i and me
three plus three equals
sensibility resides in
tri-fold brochures
on how to
make love, on war
to free all
of me
and i

we sit
every i and me
needs an antidote
to the free floating “i”
will unwrite itself
in here
in forms
of more than
meets the
of me
and “i”


help me.

Signed,
© JANE’05

orgami 9/22/05

i have folded in half
again i am in quarters
and eighths and
small dissections of
a never complete whole
i am fractional orgami

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randomn burning man thought # 54

happiness is burning, passionate, snapshots,tripping stoplights
wearing a pea green clwon shirt and waiting on the bottom step
for sunday.

theory

unselfish love cannont rest perfectly
except in a love that is perfectly
reciprocated because it knows
that the only true peace is
found in selfless love

therefore, selfless love consents
to being loved selflessly for
the sake of the beloved
and in doing so it perfects itself

love equals the power and capacity
and therefore to give away
love is to give love
with full effect is
to only receive it

love can therefore only be
kept by being given away
and can only be perfectly
given when received

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untitled 9/13/05

(ill)uminate
thoughts upon
masonite slip
on hard wood
crack open
the vault
bleed onto
thread fine
lines fined
themselves occupied
and i
denied

copy write JANE'05

UN - DONE

UN - DONE


un-spun from the hum of
blurring rhythms sound bytes stun guns
trigger targeted memories in rigor

moments hook hangs threaded
gallows swings noose necked
singing hymns of torn sheets

un-do the done
doing ties undue
blank paper lies white

noted in trust
bellowed from breast
snapped smartly in protest


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she addiction

she addiction

for r

she is marinating in flavor
soaking in femininity
bathing in sensuality
basking in the heat of… she

i want to overtake her
to shake her
dominate between her wings
caress around
the little button
that makes her shake
and scream

she is marinating in flavor
soaking in femininity
bathing in sensuality
basking in the heat of… she

i need a fix
of she with a
side of whipped cream
don’t leave me
so vulnerable to
my own heated dreams

she is marinating in flavor
soaking in femininity
bathing in sensuality
basking in the heat of… she

i want to paint her
spectrum red
orange, yellow, pink
slow stroke
deeply drink
lips draped
around contemplate

she is marinating in flavor
soaking in femininity
bathing in sensuality
basking in the heat of… she

i want a bite of
silly apples they
look so plump and ripe
like velvety pits
splattered with indulgence

she is marinating in flavor
soaking in femininity
bathing in sensuality
basking in the heat of… she

simply, i shall remain
fruitless until some day
it occurs to me
that i am just
a melon
and she

she is marinating in flavor
soaking in femininity
bathing in sensuality
basking in the heat of… she


copyright JANE'05

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