PAINT THE RAIN
you can't understand girl, you're living in a man's world
holy frying pan, batman
it means everything
she watched that shit burn
the next arrow will pierce your heart
there is something peculiar about mumbai
my heart bleeds everyday it rains
fall is not nearly as vicious
lives in the saint stove in the world of man
my heart bleeds daily
it almost rains the fall
the fall is not
get tired of the world
my heart will perforate
u act like a frying pan
the queen bleeds drive-ins
u can't understand the world
my rain is never rain
bleeding like a shark is good
holy memory frying pan
she's a fact of crystal slab
a man bleeds cat years
it rains and falls
donna kuhn 2006
5 comments:
I don't fix a word
I don't fix a thing
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the word of god tangled in my hair
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great poem, donna.
"i am moving somewhere out
beyond breath control"
the video although i can't say God could get tangled in anything was freak-awesome! will be back FOR more
the poem is great.
i scrolled farther down on your profile and noticed you're part of taking the brim, how do u join that?
the site's curator emailed me one day. said he saw me linked on Anatomy of a Girl. He needs to know about you. I'll contact him.
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