LA PAZ

LA PAZ

when the violence is over
the dust settles and
the world falls apart softly
to the sound of an acoustic guitar
and if we close our eyes
and we look around
everything is still
so pretty.

copyright JANEisnotplain 8/06

strawberry kisses for r

strawberry kisses for r

dear r,

i feel like there is a roadblock in my head
like the words are on the other side
but i can’t get close enough to see what they say
because of the blurry lights and bright sounds

but don’t worry sweetheart
the patience that i wear today
like my favorite old t-shirt that’s
worn at the neck line from repeated use
will keep us safe from the cold

i hope that the smile that
just got lost in the camera flash
was one of comfort and understanding
because the kiss that i’m about to offer
will taste like strawberry flavored water

love,

JANEisnotplain 8/06

on bwiles and black and white photography

filtered cardboard canvasses


there is no proven medium
tangible enough to
pry the smoke from our lips

stifled lines of black and white
crackling with exhaustion filled moments
grasped in 35 mm high grain film

the contrast is the key
the distance between
light/ line/ shadow

protesting and proclaiming starkly
that is what we are/were
at any given 15th of a second


JANEisnotplain 8/06

STRUGGLE

struggle



there’s blood in the sink
mixed with crest
teeth on the counter
fingerprints on the crossword
a few letters scratched out and replaced
making them all fit together
like a note that
can only be interpreted
by a promethean multi-linguist
in this house of confusion
signs of a struggle





JANEisnotplain 8/06

sinner

sinner

lust
she never looked good, not enough
force her to apologize for it
objectify your objective

envy
she wasn’t like her, not enough
force her to regret it
jealousy is your justification

wrath
she was never angry, not enough
force her to recognize it
solitude is your solace

greed
she never understood enough
force her to believe it
gain your guidance

gluttony
she simply wasn’t enough, never enough
force her to accept it
hedonism is your hallelujah

sloth
you never loved her, not enough
force her to end it
cowardice is your catalyst

copyright JANEisnotplain 8/06