Living Dead

Living Dead


beep beep
keeps the heart pumping
its not the lungs that
give or take the air
or the muscles that
never seem to quit

it’s the doctor
with the beady eyes
the rimmed glasses
and the fear of dying
that keeps the beeps alive

copyright JANE’05

Tripping Paranoia

Tripping paranoia



don’t let her see

i’m lost here
words tucked under my tongue
i look for her but
she moves away toward
a hand on the back of my neck

warm fingers search
for art brought up alone
holding self, exposing only the thicker
skin this complex enigma
alone i am in love
so wonderfully beautiful

i am unveiled words
nude like a graceful body
with a scar that travels forever
flowing, going deep
under my skin

you pry me open
when i meet you in
your big brown eyes i see
restless intricate mist cowering
in the corner of a brilliant mind

don’t let her see

copyright JANE ‘1/06

RAndom Burning Man Thought #6

i see things i am hearing.

copy write JANE 8/05

untitled 01/03/06

like clock work
tick tock tick tock
molten mania
leaks through cracks
in [my] concrete walls
soft pinks
choked off by
orange lava
irons of irony
until the lines
between the lines
no longer seem as sharp

what color is the mode of perception?

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