"Face Mosaic"

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IN MY HOUSE OF LANGUAGE PANTS

take a bird i wounded
and so perished please

keep your boxes of blood

plastic bird ancient look off
take it back no longer dead

the credit i fly for
a bird i wounded
so perish please

in my house in a dont
a box of its not

a bird perished in language pants

i dont like youre dreaming polite
please face youre hangers she's out

call me, a place to swim in flowers
wall, mouth, paper

the deck of ten dreams

donna kuhn 2005

"Head Spins" (altered book spread)

SMALL DRUMS BETWEEN YOUR TOES

a shocking surprise in your chin, had a rich vein
in your good anything till taxes are paid

shoot boo, boo bondage, boob doodle
loot bone, this hard

usually work is boned
libretto bones

ahead to the freely boneless
the china

bongo bookkeeping
the business of your toes
who bombs a bombshell

bonanza bonnie of ore

bonaparte healthy glow
fasten to shackles

bon voyage bony on a boo, to boo

unawares bondsman between hard covers
a literary of no bones about
good book in bone clay
the bookbinder burned bones
very a bong

small bones put between tuna holder

donna kuhn 2005

"Dangerous Pillows"

INCOMPLETE GIG

rip-roaring rod, fiction stick, erotic spit
the bread jumps, lodginghouse bumbilation
pension booming, rat-a-tat rooms

suite rub-a-dub, commodious clangor
turn, turn over, whirl perch, rest in a bowl
yaw as a ship stem, peach crinkle

stroke the wrong way, chap; incomplete gig
windmill of the sea or the weather
as the hardness thumbs etc.

decomposed singing, casanova spheroidicity
thereabouts in round eyelet, big shot
chief tempestuous wind, unrefined head

aga or destruction, chief vandalize harm
the circumference was rubbery
the elastic jumped, gossip ruptured

donna kuhn 2005

"Covered with Snow"

CORN IS RED AGAIN

my corn loser is red again
draw your bones in your corns garden limbs

now youre in the corn cloud
nowhere to hide your cloud music
red bees in your skin

i miss the sleep, boy

they can see my bones sink in the mirrors again
in the windows, dark corn mirror
the mirror sleeps like bones

theres beans and u say go to sleep

read the bees in again

when u sleep your bones draw
nowhere to hide your cloud

the sink sees bees again
when u sleep your bones
draw corn losers

corn is red again; i overflow when i look like that

draw when youre in a corn cloud
the sink sees my music

red bees in your skin know when ones skeletons bones sink

in the windows, dark corn mirrors

u say go to sleep, read

donna kuhn 2005

"Photograph U"

IN EVERY DIRECTION

he has no bird in every direction
bad gang octopus chapel colorado
and react changing like u want

to take those trees, he's a whale
i say, beautiful in every utah
utah through arizona

chapel bird, maybe u shouldnt
she's been to colorado
he reacts like theres newspapers

all over the river or floor
the lake is little signals or dolls
i wish i could give him the money to fly

very cutting, someone has a hard life
i wish he reacts like he has no bird
he reacts like he has no river or lake

i wish it was beautiful
he can only afford to hitchike
she says no matter where u look

its beautiful in every direction
its not red cliffs and u take a vacation
and youre an octopus and u react

its not salt lake, its some kind of waterbug
not the kind that freaks u out on the bathroom floor
it looks like a whale, u drove thru colorado once

donna kuhn 2005

"Nature Casino Girl"

SUCH DROPS

a bag for rags canceled by mist
all the rage with a heavy continue
stew grows music

syncopation increases your salary
raise a hayfever cluster

hurrah, screech a small wading trim appearance
to rush the capital atmosphere, the falling of such rain out
a collection of such odds and rain

forceful rays in falling rain
or fad ballgame
waterproof torn clothes

a storm meat raises their voices
provoke vegetables; hell, its ragged looking
pollen raisin discovering a rake with teeth
on birds illegitimate road
cars having north carolina

without careful consideration
rallied drops

donna kuhn 2005

"Calls for u, love"

A CHAIR IN THE SMOG

your eyes move, she's your sophisticated design
i was a narrow staircase, she took your eyes

i cant move dreams down a cranky bible design
it sounds like im in your streets moving like a bible

the sound here is long; your emergency is large
it looks like falling dreams in beer

i cant be a childs chair; the car is like a chair
in the smog, she moves your bible; it's 7:30

she's leaving the street; i cant move the bus
she's in your hand like a hand was eyes

a girl says no on lives like furniture
cant move a hand when a hand

donna kuhn 2005

"Ghost Falls"

WILD CHERRY

a man who is the sound of cherries, uncivilized potatoes
a rude wilderness, what shrill droop
wholesale wincing furnish
with evil window

the windows season

to form a winter, to pass for something soft
not married again or a woodpecker
bird wisdom

a workhouse against anyone
eager of the uterus
a man of worth, daystream

thunder is leaky, utter with
dear thunder

gymnast being sudden and awful
the week so far

consequently wood is suitable
an organ of the tedious organ
of superhuman speech

poem tongue, dignity of an animal
voluntary snow, caucasians are mischievous
having a beverage in the
coldest winters
distance

learning a forest, improper lumber
guided by workshop, ideas worry
perceptive teeth

anxiety frets, from a lunar tight money
thunder tights, the legs accompanying horseback
combatants tilt at each other
popes triple crown
a toe also suffers

to toes
liberty or go on tiptoe
the day mouth
the chief organ of enormous taste
a clapper
coming night, drinking in the
tooth of

donna kuhn
2005

"Mass of Fool"

DOG IS NOT A LEMON

a dog is golden with its digging to china by our sex life
a dog is a fat cat with commitment
a dog is written by jennifer

the wild wolf is taking off
a dog is perfect good for u
we have a dog

a dog is a shirt
my dog is more punk
than your dog

a dog is your friend on april 15th
a dog has overweight obesity
dog thing, the dog is fat

the dog is a dead veterinarian
a dog is able to fly
a dog has time constraints

a dog is sailing to australia on a bad hair day

a dog is an extremely sensitive pioneer
a dog remains independent and is amazed for life

a dog is of the genre
a dog is really saying and living
wild wolf pilot

a dog is by simon
a dog is taking off
a dog is, what's your excuse?

a dog is a put down
a dog is coughing
a dog is so happy
to see your wallet

dog straw, dog is dehydrated
dog is not lemon
dog is crazy

dog is spoiled rotten
dog is a humanist
dog is back

dog penny, dog is eating a bad color
research freshly bathed
what should i do when he's my hero

dog answer, dog is dead
the wild teacher notes grades
dog is the ears, dog is toy

dog is hip, never mind
dog is bored, trying to tell u
dog is a dog is dog

dog is 25%
irelands interactive self
dog is 9, he has no pockets

wild wolf and the domestic on trial
the court is limping
dog is thirsty

dog is simple game
from the old put down
ready for one

donna kuhn 2005

"Lift the Snow"

A VEHICLE EQUIPPED TO LOVE

the ambulance was an amateur, it may be so
not mall flowers on a willow, clear vague ambition
the ambivalence simultaneously american in feelings

the llamas current letters or even then
a boy or man is alright, france too
sacrifices are made to marry the american

after the others hand, a vehicle equipped to love
and walk like an amateur, both hands sing
ambient loss surrounding amenities

a tassel-like spiked thing so desired
showing great western hemisphere
north america walks in papers

the alps are aluminum
even now its always a region
at all times, continually so

likewise medical altar boy on main
at mass with great speed
one that never dies

shepherdess, a choice between things

"Innocent"

A PIECE OF WORK

small bells riding chauvinistic advocacy affairs
formerly in the orient, brief change of jinx
in this book for couples with toilet jitters

an unknown persons job is a piece of work
meat marijuana cigarettes to cut horses
in a thing, enjoyable astrological coaxing

to make planets influence an onlooker of tomatoes

a tea kettle ends, piano habit, intoxicating map
an island campaign, a typewriter that can be kicked
in the keyhole, basic note goat, skin of an idea

kidnap speech with holes, official trivial matters
turn off the kibbutz boots, leisure rings of the knees
a project noticed apart, a nervous feeling

fidgets with englishmen, jive is foolish, johnson
a writer with the bones still in it
races full of fun

collective farm sauce, the money so returned
support a private nightclub, kick young
musical scale, the basic goat machine

cambodias engine killing an animal in

donna kuhn 2005

"Pimento" (image from 2006 calendar)

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SIRENS IN MY NECK


these words when she jumps into a storm
spotlight crazed lunch, she is frenzied
broken wings

u only want to rain pour much
slap her down with the same mistakes
silence falls in the room like a dead quiver

u are a weak advertisement
u dont know what acid rain is
i watch it from no birds, a darkened corner

god is having an identity crisis
my heart and soul is a troublemaker
your body is raging inside for office work

bella, see how strong we are
your dream is accepting dog 1 moronic
rational urban adult out of control

he is not in a decent life yes
im a good little collecting that puppy dog
protein moronic burning on fire and eyes

good luck, i am very frustrated
good luck with 1,000 sirens in my neck
good luck last night


donna kuhn
2005

"Looking Right"

PHOTOSENSITIVE

i dont want to mop your dog fidelity
im not a firetower to argue or start fires
u have gold fidelity but no real contest

i dont like your device because few are finicky
cardinal finger, please, the fire escape
a math teacher grinding filet mignon

im not a feud, your left leg is broken
the fiesta is finicky, im on the cell phone
a flexible filth, the fiction, joy setting the imaginary

the last fireman says i dont often, supplying water
im not your lookout station, cell phones dont overflow
when an insect glows in my hazel tree

snap of purify, i dont want to mop and follow through
with faithfulness but i like your device

donna kuhn 2005

"Mouth Gift"

WHERE TO SING

caraway carcinoma, bread crab
large grasshopper traveling in word
same bad logic sings the lodestar
which one, stream

who lives in speaking, upper theory loin, hindquarters
the lower abdomen is regarded as felled tree
the end in a theater box, mezzanine
section lonely, feeling unfrequented

there is a christmas song sing

two ride on a streetcar of cargo neck

carnage went south to carpool
to use thier sensual carnality

carnally carport, baby buggy beetle, paper or rifle

chemical teeth, science of this

a tree has a resort hotel within
paying guest come to rest
rented meaning

the space below beef, the hips are elevated

remove the lollipop
tongue plus of aimless hybrid

noisy drinking sea party
bells and profit

unsettle flesh, carnal carpeting
worldy cars in rotation and revelry

With a Branch

IRREGULAR LIKE THIS

the story is a skirt
it was fine in tallahassee

flinty wiht yellowish control
a fast group between ice
the stage had flair

sexual tonuge light
now growing a floor

the floor was gymnastic
fluid flab, wings farm
the ocean a right speak

snow and various fishes for exercises

any halibut without an apparatus
wheat singer drops the play flute
at the reception of flu

their sparks flesh, meat is pink
self lid go saucy bird
one plays love parade on schedule

the flamenco flamingo was readily agent
a if of a tool hand to ones 1920's

Other Times

SOMEONE LIKES A COBWEB

hold onto that bible clutter
someone loves all the horse althletics

dramas not my coal to the boiling point
a set of rules, my wooden bible feet
are an alliance system in the kitchen

refinement for both men dominate

the horses are having a breakdown together
repair shoes, someone loves a cobweb
stick trees in your ear

someone likes the horses and the cockpit

kernels of feet, u are not my insect larvae
u cook just your bible feet

your eyes are below, go to the coalition
with a set of co-education, youre not
my wooden trees leacking educational women

horses are tired at the coast
a land to sea with force
i need my bible coat

their wooden feet persuaded by coffee

the trees are swan beans in the kitchen
i put my hand not on the whole truth
a venomous moon

too bright snake horses
spun into a web to live as holes

cities

in my eyes, the tube of your mammals are there.

Do You Know What I Mean?

SATURDAY GOES HOME

the diver is a mammal
the diver is a landscape
u dont even give
u dont even give stuff

someone likes your mammal broken
the trees and the horses are in the bible

i fall backwards
take your broken mammals to kinkos
i leave a message in your eyes

your eyes are broken, your eyes cant breathe
your prime rib landscapes, hold the remote close
stuff a mammal in your eyes

kinkos is so over it
i look a the horses, wanting the ocean
someone is in their pens, inspector.

"Stop"

RANDOM TRAINS


random trains are still in bed with your wooden feet
your eyes walk aimlessly, your eyes have an odor

smell or taste the spine, is a mammal rambunctious?
through every part of a broken blond

your eyes are in the spine ramp
i tell him come control your wild actions

living is messy, she is going to clean barrels
its a rite of passage, falling: i dont even like rape

will she have enough water or maintenance
safe resentment property, a broken blond

without a purpose, the spine is a mammal
that has r and r and is engrossed

it says ring ecstasy mammal
your eyes are cooking

rare in the middle, bring it to kinkos
where animals graze fully cooked

u don't give a shit, a dish u dont even believe
u order a fire rebellion prime rib

and one for my razor's sharp-edged uprising
u get mad at beards of authority

i can't breathe your reversed back
your eyes are a rebuff

i look at your motto bank condition sharply
to reprimand a landscape, it had gold grass

a diver is not a mammal to return the trees
in cities or the meaning of a thing

we can't not receive to take wanting
where is the remote consideration

where is the remote raspberry
i wish u'd go away like a remote

red or black sound, we're not landscapes
in color, raunchy trees in cities

This Sportscoat Can Dance

NOT WANTING SKIN

your eyes are in the motto bank
the diver is not mammal stuff

i box the strange skin money in the broken ocean

in your eyes, cars are not skin, not mammal skin

your little friends have money
the ocean is in the bank

i never have a mammal
the diver wants the oceans
mammal stuff

i've been there like objects, swallow her mammal

your eyes are broken, dont understand the ocean

the diver is broken, not there, your eyes are cars

u are strange; i dont understand your skin
we have no moody utensil not wanting to be there

vegas, your cars are lost
i dont want a motto

Outlook

NOT WANTING OCEAN

your eyes are in the motto bank
the diver is not mammal stuff

i box the strange skin money in the broken ocean

in your eyes, cars are not skin, not mammal skin

your little friends have money
the ocean is in the bank

i never have a mammal
the diver wants the oceans
mammal stuff

i've been there like objects, swallow her mammal

your eyes are broken, dont understand the ocean

the diver is broken, not there, your eyes are cars

u are strange; i dont understand your skin
we have no moody utensil not wanting to be there

vegas, your cars are lost
i dont want a motto

Coconut Head

JOBS FOR MAMMALS

look mammal, a motto; your eyes at the diner
are snow, skylight wife, fresh wife, barbed to be
get light, a total view of mammals
she is skylight eyeball, she is cloth mammal

its hard to laugh like an extraneous eyeopener
swallow her mammal there, swallow rare
improvisational be there, fence that mammal skin
go soak your open motto a moody laugh

its hard to stop a mammal
express your moody utensil
she is sweat firsthand
barbed wire of wife skin

light extrovert who has seen u
and can testify to it
one gets her a light rain
here an improvisational

there an improvisational
rare improvisation
swallow your wife
sky wire her light and muscle

she is skylight to be
your stereo says be there
say a meal of illumination
your stereo pulls under the snow

balloon emotions steal the sun's cardboard
look, mammal express, moody utensil

cardboard snow, she looks like a motto

your eyes at the diner are watching barbed meal
50 eyes speak, scorn over snow, skylight wife

get improvisational with fresh skylight

she is skylight to be, get light
a total view of jobs for mammals

an eyeful of jobs get mammals

she is skylight eyeball
she is cloth mammal

in residential area, barbed wire exurbia

she is the english alphabet
its hard to laugh and sweat firsthand

swallow rain, high spirits firsthand

barbed wire extraneous eyeopener
that fences, that laughs from without

lenses of wife skin, light extrovert

i couldn't speak to your improvisational eyesight
objects laugh like eyewitness skin in a 50's diner

who has seen u come over clear fence

one gets a smorgasboard and can testify to it
one gets a smorgasboard of hot taut skin

swallow her, mammal her light rain

here improvisational, there an improvisational
swallow rare improvisational be there

fence that improvisation, swallow her

sky wire her light, mammal her skin
for u, folds of skin and muscle

open and close over a skylight

jobs get mammals, jobs get light
she is barbed wire, she is skylight to be

its hard to rain; it's hard to be there

we were skin up, mammal her sky
swallow the rain, swallow needles

a man who couldn't stop her; she is skylight

your stereo is something
couldn't stop her frozen crowd

got skin? i say be there; is this one of your jobs?

go soak your open motto, i say meal of illumination
a 50's diner laughs a moody laugh

it's hard to stop a smorgasboard

your stereo pulls under snow
im a moody mammal

Interviewed by Adam Fieled of PFS Post

http://www.artrecess2.blogspot.com/




DANCERS PAINT

don't tricks mingle when your head is rampant in the dirt
laptop food paints an eye salad sky, an impure halo
youre enough, dad; his seminar lasers like laptop food

paint on an eye, your head is rampant in the impure sky
the ogres sang out in the dirt, the sky is enough
hear the sun, dad; im in the sun

hear the rampant night, the flowers are short
the president is sibling food, the impure sky
is in the distance; the dirt seminar is green champagne

the dirt seminar is earth food; green champane is laptop food
the ogres were pale and sang out in their writing bonnets
reverberation, im the earth girl; escorts like changing his bonnets

your eye trembles in halos of there
the food feels hills of a prison, girl
im in the hills, wing birds my feel

the sun trembles, i dont
mingle like an eye distance lab
vaganova is rampant, dad's enough

your dialogue again, dancers paint
the sun mingles; dad extends the sun
the sun trembles like it's on your head

the ogres pale reverberation escorts
the sun trembles and your tricks sang out
the flowers in the distance

"Stained Glass" (an image in my cafe shop)

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"Stained Glass"

WHAT SHE FEELS

park your responsibilities, vitamins, gun
i lost the war, i dont word a feather
its not my desk, i wanted birds

i walk, i understand, how much money
i was in love, it was good but crowing
a train, red mouth night

around her something, june silence
white city to fireflies, skin a palm tree
your giant nightpuddle

she felt something in her restaurant
agriculture full of night, new york
looked up, took a plunge

my windows limping, i never sleep
we're a desert, i begin throwing you
be quiet, california being mountains

shopping around the mouth of your miracles
trees circle the cushions with pink paint
use it, its yours, not birds empty so

peace shoes dreaded something in the dark
the moon blows up, i get a city
men are lying, all i try to do is shift

you get raisins, we have seeds
hairspray repeats in books
a babys startled history is what she feels

a baby is out but looking out, needing
i think what she feels, after this armchair
you should fold this, alleys of housing

the arthritis moon, foreign anti-oxidants
dont like these mountains, a baby is american
press those baby clothes

dont feel, feel what? i'm like you
clouds, husband; i dont, my bed
thanks, just objects, my mean

sandwiches of neighborhood
dont own her, get quite, very blue
smear her lightbulbs

go with your twelve feelings

"Beneath"

PULL BACK THE SUNS LIGHT

you're swedish and u sweep because u come wife go
your stereo is crowded, too late before my illuminated
utensils how i'm moody from the sky

pull back improvisational light
all she is for sun's light

how moody from the sky

my son u went to the sky
went up to the sky

i am 200 mammals
i released the balloon

do u give utensils out
i am 200 to pull back
the suns light

is a mammal a wife

too late the sun's light is my light
pull back a wife's emotions

live with my light
to pull back the suns

how impossible, his policy is up to the sky

are we nagasaki, where
u go back, i am 200 countries
u steal because u care

nagasaki because u care
i am 200 i am 200

all she is the improvisational light
your wife pull back to give his
balloon light

cardboard illuminated sun emotions
do u love her, what is his policy
are we downtown

come live with me, awesome hostage

light her policies, would u?
awesome hostage string

where are the crowded countries
u steal my abnormal lizards

would u steal my stereo

u went up to the sky
u went up to the sky

It's Not a Worse Country

loquacious talky

a solution made by boiling corporations
any group of criminals organized for some
an organization selling arrangements of things

a word pronounced in a telephone exchange
left-handed voice, an american tree with the
sameness of feeling

flattering people with wealth or pity
idle or a stringed instrument
used american songbirds

one who jingles metal discs in the rim
spreads scandals by shaking, hitting
a wild state or money

docile power, a person with a talent to tame
to consult a scottish cap, to confess or
inform on someone round

by talking, to pack or pound
talk to a seaport, answer impertinently
meddle with a great deal of loquacious talky

recorded cotton for use on a phonograph
by the blind wound to stop bleeding
a color is higher in stature than the average suntan

the cry of a hunter on sighting a tangelo
the body of early grapefruit
religious law to touch

touching the claw of a bird of prey
but not intersecting it.

Vegan Wheelchair

DANCERS PAINT

don't tricks mingle when your head is rampant in the dirt
laptop food paints an eye salad sky, an impure halo
youre enough, dad; his seminar lasers like laptop food

paint on an eye, your head is rampant in the impure sky
the ogres sang out in the dirt, the sky is enough
hear the sun, dad; im in the sun

hear the rampant night, the flowers are short
the president is sibling food, the impure sky
is in the distance; the dirt seminar is green champagne

the dirt seminar is earth food; green champane is laptop food
the ogres were pale and sang out in their writing bonnets
reverberation, im the earth girl; escorts like changing his bonnets

your eye trembles in halos of there
the food feels hills of a prison, girl
im in the hills, wing birds my feel

the sun trembles, i dont
mingle like an eye distance lab
vaganova is rampant, dad's enough

your dialogue again, dancers paint
the sun mingles; dad extends the sun
the sun trembles like it's on your head

the ogres pale reverberation escorts
the sun trembles and your tricks sang out
the flowers in the distance

Conehead

MY HALOS CARE

theres a city where she takes herself simply
chapel bird shoulders are rock concerts
with gliding ice bone signals

something sad or noisy walked home
it was paper changing your hair
its just that i really felt that doll

somebody worked at a tire company
nobody wanted to work there
he's a mans' man

emotion cares about the plot, man
sudden careless nightfall
one who does not conform to nothing

truth, it swings, math travels wise
in the vegetation; conform to one, sweetheart
aquatic birds of darkness undergo handswing

platinum sadness, my halos care
your bird ink plot understands
females causing a heart apart

calamity nights, wrong dress
wise in the darkness of small fatherhood
large claws of nipping microbe

Stars Will Nod

ONCE MORE MY LOVE GENERATOR

we pluck our hissing from our roses
i shall hold your skin, it glows like a fidget wing
be my purple eye of love

the moonlight for your hank
the evening floats in on a worm
i shall hold next to my television

so that i may dry your secret posse
your tender trampoline heart
god to god, in search of

magnificent conflict and the mystical
bacon of love leaps to my africa
i wait in the moonlight for your secret posse

so that we may internet me out of control
in the quiet i listen for the last waffles
of the day, my heated god hopes

that i may dry your tears of common
carry into the twilight of stop it beams
my heart follows your nose and leaps

like a worm at the whisper of your skin
that glows like a cantalope on your little
playfullyie face against my ankle muffin

so that our ginger juices melt into one
small ankle angels greet us in the aardvarking
toucan pants of love skimming vast continents

of crap and elbows, i long to sip from your dulcimer