Not As Harsh As This

JEAN CUBES

smoke a cartoon mountain
the backbone of gods soup brain

rent the brain which you speak of
the paper queen is full

a scab of the river which is for the sake of is
toot the star, the can of aviation meat

it removes the hand where our whale meat is
depending on that lightbulb, the mountain is
a quantitative thing when sewn

god and the rainbow soup believes
scream in the road grass

toot of god, skin of skin
gods green cry

lease the baby of existence
green does not stoop the brain meat
where i am old

the star is raspy with hat happiness
dead crew laughing in position

april is brain rent, canine queen
king wheel horse perspires
the crew is colorblind

the loudspeaker comes with canned food
easy skin core, queen auchwitz butterfly eyelid
queen pudding, orange bird month

not to be too easy, the situation shines
gods loudspeaker eyelid screams

skin device, direct communication sob
the city the baby rents, it forms these skins

firewood skin, likely pole meat
feeling the word which tallies with green skin
a question is not a dried star

a group of meat, aviation food
the horse wheel perspires

the queen is required not to have meat mouth
the month is out of the box, easy skin

the plane has just traveled out of the jet situation
it withdraws our fish, the whale which is flesh
is in a paramount way, the legal emperor

rise raw, decide with this mountain
god beileves soup of rainbow, bleach the grass
god is animated skin, animated drawing

the device of skin, these skins of horse feelings
probable pope meat, i position my god
the brain is opened, it's perfect for you to say

with your thoughts you are radioactive
the quality of the bird itself rotated
the lid of the butterfly a joke for the queen

not to be too simply, to state the fact
the pear of flashlight windows sutured
chloride on the grass feeds the soil

german meat cash is thin
it has red high-red skins
each lid of television is healthy

the stairway is the same as jean cubes
index the sales of the foot

rent a brain perfect for you
your lively lively illustration
smokes pens

queen boy, horses south
aeronautical meat food
life inside a simple nucleus

the queen orders too much
protecting protection
smile mouth on the left

donna kuhn 2006

Limbo

NOT A SCENE OF TWILIGHT

baby, you're the internet, do not dig my wing
im the coconut for him, the piercing cries
not my overlapping squeaking soon completely

a woman is a fine eye expert of your crying

a wild scene used for shit that may not be my mental interpreters
of my darkness, insane raspberry likes the same car, dig it

wouldn't you agree america has the nature

a woman's behavior needs my baby

exactly, distribute with us, north coconut shells
well, its not your hands
it's my handy not this

scream fire in the religously shit

youre the dawn of love
the rainy woman likes it when
my fire interactive nut

your eye your baby runs housing
the time you thought hands on the sheet
in who rain, she modify my walnut

see you and you're crying rain, it's practical
time dont dig nut

taste your afternoon like inside your afternoon leaf
you're away, it's not yours
you be heart

my arm silence, basic rain not a rain
get subterranean silence

not a lunatic, the hand, hand her fine internet those dusk

calm woman be me
my darkness blue-bed, leave of eye people

limped in kinky boots

blue-dark the you eye

your fire wont mind
be fire, have timidly transparent eyes
everyone's peace, your scene creaked

not a woodcarver
people in the multi-rain

twilight likes not exactly squeaking large dementia
shoot my red warning

superimposed afternoon

coconut instruction wind

would u just realize the time


donna kuhn 2006

How Could You?

DOG LAUGHTER

your hands are filling out and barking excursions

sandpaper sun

eye caterpillars, puff your bone of bones
nothing without police cucumberness
stare at the bone of dog
do not achieve

blue is nothing
im sand
your sunglasses are eye bones of the ocean
rainforest damage them
share my embroidery with cucumber meat
breath kite of lice

your eyes are breeders behind payment
icy sunglass god

blue fits a hill
meat is nothing

dragon carpeting his injury

who is back barking in excess

mosque space deaf behind your hill

blue lives behind blue

icy crane meat realize u freeze and divide
wind lizards with a bone
eye of the eye

ice skate in my rig or that

blue breath behind the sun

attach your eyes to the mountain of my meat

dried behind a cone cone

freedom swims
a boy is tedious with love

marine hill him

she's a doorbell

attach your god
lengthy hill of dog liver
cool down, love stuff

you flout the tongue cascade

blue glass of your permit heart in regulations

meat drilling a full breath

donna kuhn 2006

Anything

LAST SPECIES


by the paragraph of this small bean funnel
felt by ocean and of baleens
the fins were gone

pig iron moon by this of course
its mountains underground
shovel the labels of the cough

any pioneer who mentioned beforehand
crustacean moon and blisters of laughter
this rejected something

bean, the ocean stops
stencils, seeming pineapple
your equipment hardens

its refused by suburb fur
fur of bean aborts
christian pineapple withdrawal

strongly on paper
hunger in a world
which differentiates

mammals should understand that
rich ocean face swastika which is dead
last word of fabric cloud

sexploitation corporation
people require it, it requires
the bank of summer

which survives smoked green desire
of the head office, the fish gravel putting
ions of the cry

its 2:00, crab; sales of the whale
blowing biscuit crustacean
the moon blisters

something repudiated, egg bearing that
something nice, something bean
fur of bean rupture

hairy undulations of nightdress
last cry of fabric cloud
shake the sales of whale

donna kuhn 2006

So In Your Head

THE HEART AS A RESOURCE

the love of sound
i can have her but in pain

your throat clouds

theres a town that jumps with its heart as a resource
anybody dreams in

disappear into an insulting thing

why i have an outpost

crooked but in love
a slab slowly turns
carbon carbon

he's the defect of disowned

the coal of proven
the mast of being

we live in a throat
morning must be a batch however
into snow or clouds
love is small
girl

my eyes are a resort

we still choose to anchor in the rec room

the word of u never visits

my heart leaps at a face that would like to

get the joke pile from the mail
for snow or tape

donna kuhn 2006

Sugar Smacks

AMBIENT PEACH

use your face oneonta is advertising down

buffaloes dont have backstage beets

my figs dance for me on oneontas arm
she's an amethyst
big as your pearl
she runs like thighs
in oneonta's spacy

perhaps u run, jump

dance an egg collar

the defect of imagination

travel and run
go fishing
oneonta has figs
theyre backstage

she

donna kuhn 2006

Is This Yours?

BLUE GUITAR

like wild guns it shifts towards a jealous extent
torn u this writing here, antibiotics are an excuse
of not bird-deadly for labels and lawns
think howling does it and planes
bending its sky

it moves if my howling, the morning blam
excuse me, horses inside a moon felt
your dancer

i said i cant do etiquette

wild aversion, pretty green

i buried my eye, sir; move
now my cabin surface is everyones moon
im me unfolding u green
my face is impressive either

not pretense, widow of starbucks dip u
who was broken blam, blue guitar permutes

roll around eyes
your moon is an excuse to think
that dreaming my blue eyes not

your apology is blue-free
blue shift the wife, go sir, the clouds jealous one

always bird mortals felt about u

the fewer of me, u horse
that bird-mortal

always underwater

a certain extent sleeps
my underwater excuse egg
and my clouds

scratch blue guitars violently pretty by sky
i move to sky

blam machine company

no cup to form something green

blam something thru here

bird-mortal bending
one my broken dancer
movement has a moon like a dancer
mr. wild guns been here
mr. hatred
u and me moves itself, breathe
violently

the blue chinese house thinks your eyes burn, a train permutes
sleep my pleasant shifts, something stripes a horse
not an honor

u maintained medium eyes, escape

a chinese pretense

nonfuturistic highway, violent moon sleeps
the tea is slow
the surprise is other elephants swim

my that unfolding bird death
receive wife aura
left slope green moon, destroy and astonished
excuse u, average not light
a horse and its green talk
the old chinese mower
how move the morning
no cup is an version to dreams

awareness sham
get your guitar face or do u have simply

i like the eye for an excuse, sir

u would cry in the fuselage
the eye blam paid for my hats
kill the house writing this

my aversion guitar largely rolls around the impact
roll mainly around not

donna kuhn 2006

Can't Talk

THE PIGEON U ARE

emptiness, youre close, blue eye consider in what rain u drool

the torsos aint here
waitress snowcock tobacco

your librarian chest
your spider

your suave spider teeth

the pigeon u are
the spaceship had a future
the worlds eye are trains

im the snow boa
your chocolate eclairs are interesting as your lies
why your eyes are broken

blue eye waitress
blue day of flames

your eye is subdivided and sees ohio

the closed burrito hears between your toes
she says burrito sky roar, the moon

im the burritos with trunks of ocarinas
between sweetened ice skates
california shears, shears, spider trees religious

water devil, terminate or give up

donna kuhn 2006