Word-drunk writer-performer Barrie Cole is incapable of using language straightforwardly. Even when she's rattling off her lists of tangential associations with letters of the alphabet--the show's opening gambits for her and fellow performer Julie Caffey--Cole's eccentric lists are dizzying. Caffey alternately grounds Cole when she gets too out there and ventures into outer space herself when Cole becomes obsessed, as she sometimes does, with finding the infinite in quotidian specks. Watching this hour-long show is like flipping through a great poet's journal: long stretches of fairly dry material are punctuated by moments of amazing verbal pyrotechnics. South theater, 7 PM.