random burning man thought #10

random burning man thought #10

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

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randomn burning man thought # 20

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

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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

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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