09 December 2010

gematria


gematria



some might think i am purposefully odd
because i sometimes assign num[b]er[s]ic 
concepts to letters. can i read your
digits? some nights i cant sleep. like

words are keeping me awake tonight.
all kinds of random words behaving
like cognizant quantum part[s]icles
and dancing outside of linear time.

they seem pointless yet interrelated.
death and depth are separated by one
phoneme. like tide and time. so close.
yet we pray for depth and whisper about

death. how would it feel? the texture of
words on my fingers. it seems too risky
to put one’s linguistic identity into an
arithmetic lexicon. its cliché. like

reincarnated rainbows transformed into
polygot integers that can only attempt
to describe chromatic iridescence. our
language is unstable. this is certain.

merging is now colliding. presence is now
absence. has a mathematical shift occurred
in linguistic process? could it be that this
gematria is a little bit correct?

some might think that i am irregular.
but it is not me that is falling apart.
i am actually connecting the dots one two
together. building [ ] mathematically.


JANEisnotplain 12.9.10

07 December 2010

art is sex


art is sex

this is foreplay. arousal stimulated by
flirtation of ideas and an exchange of
vulnerabilities in the language of pre-
verbal space.

i don’t have to speak again. i don’t
need to entertain at this moment. i
am intoxicated with the pitch, tone,
and composition of your rhythm.

violets tremble at the edge of glass
unbuttoning tongues and uncorking
breaths. lips wrap in throbbing lyrics.
fire alarms may sound.

don’t run. this is not a cliff it is a
platform. it is a very intellectually
intimate fucking of [  ] senses. it is
the vernacular over easy.

[ ] art is sex. it has volume and velocity.
like a sweet and sugary cereal on sunday.
it is surprising just how little control we
have over something so elemental to us.

these vagabond rendezvous are like
secrets between silences. casualties
between catastrophes. i relish these
strange moments of [   ].

i am uncoiled between temptation and
trouble. i wonder, darling, if rain turns
to thunder or if, there was lightening in
the middle of the day could you stand it?

you kiss [  ] incrementally and unfold
soft affirmations as if still willing to
lay all mistakes at shaking feet and
outstretched charge.

to my left is a teacup. to my right is a
crucifix. ahead are tangled branches.
my fingers follow lines and form words
your jeans are nice. i like your [h]ips.


JANEisnotplain 12.10