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JANE
LOSING GOD I lost god under my sweat socks Behind my dirty secrets under my pillow Next to stashed promises re-filed from my bathrobe pockets I lost god on a scale I used to balance judgement and punishment That faces a cracked mirror which Captures all too well the accusing eyes of fake rock-star smiles I lost god in a leather bound bible paperweight Read by champions and losers alike Living in the Leviticus of mind games I lost god But someone else will come along to replace him tomorrow c. jane 2002 WAITING ROOM I waited in a room Among the rows of bright orange chairs Surrounded by gray walls with 70’s print wallpaper In front of a red door from behind which names are called Between white stuck up noses I waited in a room Full of an illegal culture of forbidden class Waiting for someone to finally certify my state of being A soulmate, a lover, a friend To call my name from behind the red door I am still waiting c. jane 2001 born and raised in Philadelphia, JANE is now a Chicago based spoken word poet who's work has been critically acclaimed by listeners and readers as "provacative," "altering," "intense," and "sexy." she has graced the microphones of such famous venues as The Green Mill (Chicago) and Nuyorican Poet's Cafe (New York) and is proud to have shared her ideas with both the underground artist community as well as the above ground mainstream punks. she maintains a repetoir of material that covers all aspects of life as influenced by her own diverse personal experience. her goal is to force the reader/listener to critically evaluate our cultural rituals and habits, to examine life from more than one angle, and to challenge current themes. JANE has just ended a nine month open mic run at Chicago's Beviamo's Wine Bar and is currently appearing monthly at Trace (Chicago) with the Polyrhythmics group. please visit her website to learn where and when JANE will be performing next and to stay abreast of upcoming JANE projects. |
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