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Humboldt County, California, United States
Donna Kuhn is a poet, author, dancer, visual and video artist.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

TV Drank Instant Birds (altered book)



SHE'S THE SWAN IF IT RAINS

in the song he is always leaving
winter is black ears and pot holders

ugly city, the wind is inside me
the mitochondrias excessive

indecent curlers wasted on theater
he dances around and knows the city breaks

oh go with you were the wool bird of the house
i have a job sorting ears and potholders

potholders change, the river was not the sun
with its this is money, your dogs were at the airport

jump for the following japanese film
you will be the center

you can't say california didnt wish
the only boy, that is all

the mathematic winter is black
this is the money that wished

your dogs were in the kitchen
jump for the following categories

you will be the center he dances around
go wish you didnt wish los angeles is flapping

donna kuhn 2006

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Beds Sleep



FOR A SONG

the brain is battered, throw the skullcap
the noise is closefitted
its strikes a skunk

its skin is alive, the skies of the sky
slander a cloud
damage the reputation

of anothers blue skies
inclination slangy
sky high celebrity

something is smooth in the palm of the hand
for the song hits the skylights
it limits the maximum negligence

giddy in the sky, norms in skyscraper
i give you um skyscraper
the lull is in limpo

it adorns your slop
i give sluttish return-if
plus youre active here

you slapped your skunk and uttered the skies slop
throw one form spirit, the alternate is smooth thirst

the uma of the slav
dull make a woman
blue from heaven

slander the skin in sluttish skullcap
the ceiling is close-fitted in its sky statement

cloudy flat
lull for maximum negligence
anothers head plus words
giddy satisfier become

the lava is carelessly giddy
in your palm plus your slavic prices

to the skyscraper, of the skyscraper
the slatter cloud, sky

it adorns adorns with brisk fur
the water is alive and blue

satisfy your slop slits layers
party slangy marshall blue skies
sky exploded sky norms skunks

its slangy here

donna kuhn 2006

Friday, March 17, 2006

Narrow Innocence



YOU ARE CAREFULLY BEAUTIFUL

the dork orders you to behoove and convene, purr skin?
the dork culture is mine, the pony is unbelievable

in empty ink they write and hold their crotch dogs
he sped with his comrades now, the bachelor

has alot of graceful throws, the bachelor is classified
you're my bachelor unbelievable, wuffles to you

he's the skin, the subdivision that must dream it out
what are they writing, music has the hours in order

to write and chew? for me i think he has been
your standard, it behooves you to convene

fly like a dork, it behooves around one, upgrade it
its pretty sweet and subcutaneous, i convene

on my dragon around the skin that has the product
soon it behooves the sweetened wuffles

the young kidskin comes in because pork rind
is red and empty, the moment is not happy

for it undulates, who's put the meat to a time like that
come back, its ripe because he throws up in the music hall

i got to undulate and express; i will try red ink in your hand
he knows your unbelievable wax cream distribution

he can give you in the worry skin enough precautions
hold the fire when he writes in your hands

my fat lambkin is sweet on the wuffles
you are carefully beautiful, decide when

the tooth gives the coast to your tragedy
you're gonna really wax any pony surely

this moment faces, dogs dont music come
the skin is always in meat and it cant sweeten

with care, promote a tragedy, keep your enemy
subcutaneous on the side of its dreams

dont hold your dreams and convene
your archives take the crotch rind treatment

in bed, sweet crotch, he's in your rind

in tragedy, you can call on your comrades
you must have a sweetened brace dog

stop his dream, dagum you, this occupation rolls around
the flames in your hand the writing expressed

donna kuhn 2006

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Hope (with Lena Kuhn)



THE OCEAN HAS NO FISH

the point of him dances in the luggage
the eyeliner is appropriate
the moon serves you

when you stand, just the rain
the grenade problem
strip the clubs

your daughter is fair
washbasin beauty timetable
leave the lamb at sea

sweat your religious headlights
your iodine dances at the trout mall
undress the trees overseas

squid beauty vitamin
the ocean has no fish
asparagus gloves worry

meat in boxes with racetrack eyeliner
door gom curves hay, deeply overseas nation
occupied hazel nuts, make-up baby soccer

bird bone laxative

donna kuhn 2006

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Aware


SQUID CURVES

i sing each cold apricot harbor at the bandaid bakery with the deep timetable
black toilet shrimp on the already train, next
miss baggage with beauty's lettuce

doubting yesterdays hygiene
snow in the window of a one-way nation
in austria's lips you are bacon

what's the matter, the trains are leather

listen, send the thief blue

checkmate, celery plays his deep animal daughter

enough sky, cigarette eyelash hair
beauty you leave him with toilet shrimp

dream a drinkable used up mailman in the moon bowl
hunger in the beautiful weather suburb
sorry youre under the overseas margarine
below the hamburger hotel

float in your eyes, dry clean your hair
the supermarket is suede, im bleeding a trout bone
i forbid no spitting, no falling polite

guava racetrack
beauty, dont bother me

undress, reverse the charge

rubber eyeliner rents your sedatives again

ashtray asparagus, the bird overheats
wake up to pencil combat in the ocean
drinkable eyes sew yesterdays hygiene

black snow on a deformed street, dont bother me

society of eyedrops, dont be stupid
the lake is bleeding
know your enamel fish
undress the nylon goose
valves of deep animal

break down in your lentils

i am american, my ash tray is round
i clean the danger

american thirsty camera

those boys in the mechanical bacon
bad window train out
october shame laxative

a short trip to the moon, your undershirt sings
what's love;difficult, on sunday; it's necessary?

heal your asparagus coconut ocean, im driving overseas

pencil dreamy drip drop
cut off your love

the road of loss danced in its hand
black snow, twisted road tightens

margarine steering wheel
affluent in your red sprained
not god headlights

mr. rossi, how beneath, over, above

dont bother me with rocks of loss

guava interruption underneath the time timetable

once more, the snow is sad for being
june cleans the bone
clean the bone lake

no hazel nut architecture
agriculture and agricultural loss
i dance it well

mustard without squid
the wrong dream of squid curves
it seems to be trout make-up

donna kuhn 2006

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

What You Did To Words (with Amy Trussell)



NOT ANY NEVER NOT

if love is ever dry give it the mechanical nothing
eat your croissants at the contact castle
it's necessary to fetch the snow

say nausea danger bandage trees, not
your uncles clean the bone ashtray
heal your asparagus swim breakdown

comb your apricot harbor
bandaid bakery bachelor
after you fish, leave him

with your adhesive playing gloves
cook the hay clean and drink
the mezzanine

donna kuhn 2006

Thursday, March 02, 2006

I Can Turn

EYE WAR


seahorse gel, bird processor peel
open the white of your neck frost

he leaves and he thinks its like fallout
did u torn convenience

buttercups, dog dear
to make chinese form the language of crayons

university of dark mind
rags of white skin open

historical moon of word scissors
drink your vixen bom orthographically

a criminal in your cotton teeth
kale scissors call me gladys

editorial pigeon, oyster medicine
feel your meat sticks booed i know

sweet the lake floated, an infantile ache
question the office of the month, it blows

whales fall and they wait in the meat
the whale hears her mouth underneath

that good money, fall the green moon
the president of ohio knows and whispers

the moon is fat where the lakes around
the father of the dog, the lake as an eye

donna kuhn 2006