Miss

LOSE THE EYE

vacations smoke my way to white elephants
the sap where it ends with trees

red this bird wire seen the map, so smoked

wither under sticklers

bone of blue beneath red

work at nine
i hear happy mornings are useful
jacked up redneck
because u whoosh plague
being attached to plague

caught red-handed in checkered thought
nine mornings song
she doesn't need it

lose the eye which this thing is called
wind soup, russia needs to get elephants

revolution of bird

we went there

flowers of slow bird of the eye

donna kuhn 2006