the church
denial
hypocrisy
fetishism
narcissism
intolerance
dissociation
mental passivity
self indulgent
spreading of guilt
the denial of the body
hate for the tangible world
psychotic celebration of fabricated realms
the hypertrophy of the disembodied mind
the regimentation of free thinking under the dogma of truth
the brothels of spirit
the church
JANEisnotplain
29 February 2008
reflected: dear e
reflected:
dear e,
we didn’t look the same after medical school.
you looked like hell. and i looked like haggard.
pieces cut and sutured from our anatomic
-ally philosophical hearts stapled to the wall in surgery rm. 8.
all the on-call shifts. and oh. all the sterile hands. i used
to look like beauty in the back seat of your.
you used to resemble a promise
passed between lips in an exchange.
and there was a time. when it was something
i believed in dry runs and secrets and all the kisses.
and all the never tells. but not now.
time for work.
as always.
copyright JANEisnotplain 12/06
on not making it to the alter with e.
dear e,
we didn’t look the same after medical school.
you looked like hell. and i looked like haggard.
pieces cut and sutured from our anatomic
-ally philosophical hearts stapled to the wall in surgery rm. 8.
all the on-call shifts. and oh. all the sterile hands. i used
to look like beauty in the back seat of your.
you used to resemble a promise
passed between lips in an exchange.
and there was a time. when it was something
i believed in dry runs and secrets and all the kisses.
and all the never tells. but not now.
time for work.
as always.
copyright JANEisnotplain 12/06
on not making it to the alter with e.
about
about ….
she was always the one to
smile and softly say forever
but instead they became
typewriter keys too stiff to press
and ripped bands of black cartridges
she’s distanced her eyelashes from his cheek
but he’s still staring through her stained glass
words broken, transparent, colored
if her body was a wire she would strangle
but for the inability to wrap
her fingers around his
if she were comatose
she wouldn’t leave him like this
she doesn’t want to escape him
not really, i don’t think so
instead, she runs
and he’ll just refuse to leave
JANEisnotplain .05
completed 2.08
about k and r
she was always the one to
smile and softly say forever
but instead they became
typewriter keys too stiff to press
and ripped bands of black cartridges
she’s distanced her eyelashes from his cheek
but he’s still staring through her stained glass
words broken, transparent, colored
if her body was a wire she would strangle
but for the inability to wrap
her fingers around his
if she were comatose
she wouldn’t leave him like this
she doesn’t want to escape him
not really, i don’t think so
instead, she runs
and he’ll just refuse to leave
JANEisnotplain .05
completed 2.08
about k and r
28 February 2008
to do list
to do list:
JANEisnotplain 2.08
- study studies on the results of previous studies
- realize our potential potential
- stake out claims on the future
- worry about what to worry about
- democratize the USA
- demilitarize outer space
- welcome latino immigrants at the border
- bomb our way to an “endurable” peace
- change course
- move the party to a more radical center
- spread plutocracy
- recognize our deepest wants, needs, wishes
- free the slaves
- find time to clean the house
JANEisnotplain 2.08
27 February 2008
linear circles
linear circles
in space substance is moving
this produces the illusion of error of time
moving substance is absolute relativity
where substance and movement are the same
seeing and hearing and light and sound
is linear and circular and every line is
is just the diameter of some circle
JANEisnotplain 2.08
in space substance is moving
this produces the illusion of error of time
moving substance is absolute relativity
where substance and movement are the same
seeing and hearing and light and sound
is linear and circular and every line is
is just the diameter of some circle
JANEisnotplain 2.08
23 February 2008
space
space
she’s obsessed with the
concept of space and
what not enough
of it can do
to a person and i
i see the space between
shared syllables but we
can exist simultaneously
on the same plane
i am learning to re-wire
my nature with hers and
i’ve got strong hands
built entirely of ink that
hold a guarded heart
while clouds and colors
separate in the sky i wait
she’s obsessed with the
concept of space and
what not enough
of it can do
to a person and i
i see the space between
shared syllables but we
can exist simultaneously
on the same plane
i am learning to re-wire
my nature with hers and
i’ve got strong hands
built entirely of ink that
hold a guarded heart
while clouds and colors
separate in the sky i wait
montreal 2/17/08, she asks for privacy while vocalizing
JANEisnotplain
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