You Say Down

Tree Shmoo



black eye birds the sun sizzles, the tree helps
received the sound which is easy to be broken
in order to put the entanglement on the stand

the spring syndrome of the white-out baby
the sourish telescope and she is someone
she resets her dragon rocket

everyday with u, the old outer space
sea dragon helps the furniture function
solving the rain for the rectanlge

which wethers the technology of breath
the eye where my eye, the weather of
the bayonet is slow and is not possible

shmoo of the tree for oklahoma
where stars belong and in the club
of her eye which has the small gloss

where song is accomplishing cow of the tree
exotic ironic syndrome, eye of the bird
which makes the canned goods

tremble the diana, the eye eye desired
pulling land word which is swung
makes disabled god, the wife who why agrees

black eye fizz structure, sunday will help make u
accept their sound easily, decency breath
eye my eye, it is not possible

shmoo technology, the wife agreed
the black tree boings sunday, whistle of eye
the complete baby a symptom of spring

my california is never handing over its rocket earth day
make our bird the influence of light
make the old normal outer space regulated

the linguistic tree, the taxi survives
the rectangle belongs in oklahoma
its not a very common eye symptom

the part of god which is durable, the wife was appropriate
sunday's structure went boing, it whistles from the eye
it squirts to revolutionize, the rain is over the eye of breath

who is the taxi, it is not possible to survive
the technology of shmoo concerns the square
part of god, the woman was attached

black tree, hiss eye, form our bird, form here
a surface of 50 solutions, gush out and rain
on the behavior of the breath, bird of irony

box of song, tree of this, everyday u are never mine
the breathing eye is my personal eye, rectangle song
first paper eye not very common

donna kuhn 2006

Wrong Turn

DONT FIX A WORD
(in memory of jay bloombecker, 1944-2006)


i listened for the face of god
with a bat tangled in my hair

the bats flew in saying bhu bhu,
bats are blind

i don't fix a word; i don't fix the world
i don't fix a thing; im going blind

first the flies flew in, then the bees
the bats flew in saying bhu bhu,
bats are blind

did u ever have a bat tangled in your hair
i listened for the face of god

the face of god was laughing
and tangled in my hair.

donna kuhn 2005

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

Summer Rain

THE APPLE IS IN PAIN

please send god the groan u made. he will like my words.
smooth tranquility, smooth dab of emo. emo is depressed,
right? act like a piece of shoulder. porcelain begins to cry.

do u understand he loved his horse responding
to porcelain just as much as rioting? the ugly boy
is going. shoegazing girl weakened, it sounds
like porcelain tonight. porcelain curving concerned
apple.

now apples sound like you're thinking of him. you're this
gift. you are one emo falling platter. words of your hip
horse are clean and healthful.

some horse music concerns your shoulder. it's like
a procelain night and it's all i have. i have the night
of the horse.

bend your voice

i am this chinese platter. horse, get down. her healthy
porcelain is your pain. come be clean. your cold chinese
shoulder was you being china.

he cries, now tear your ceramic
notes to my scream.

will u cool this, china chinese.
it informs a word which guesses
a word.

girls are home. come by. your beautiful
hip apples are outside.

horse, calm down, hear the night.
every little platter is tranquility.
i cry a caterpillar's shoulder.
gift apples, horse heroin.
which porcelain horse.

donna kuhn 2006

Crumbs

PAGING GOD

god paging god paging god god
just wondering where god is
where the aching trees satisfy their liquid

yellow moon tacked above all the prettiest mess
of this world, ouch, my aching bones
they were happy when they finished

but their backs were aching when chicks carried a tree
picture a tree waving a sign, my heart is aching
two trees is stunning

waiting to be disciplined, aching for your nails
across my skin, when will i crawl on the moon
the scoop on moon dirt, the wind uses sandpaper

sandpaper-like tongue, sudden dark shadows
the moon is quite intriguing, you think u will
know it well, after all

frozen ocean in motion, moon on fire 34 orbits later
was it our sandpaper industry? the disc will take off
for the moon, ghost dogs of the moon lake cheat

donna kuhn 2006

Limping Moon

FAITH ROMP

wind vulture, never flaky
never in the rain

wind speed, his head had been bold sound
in any situation, forget

my pages are in the darkness
fender breakdown
aunt, my head is you
arguing with a dog
not curving in the rain

wind in, treat it
contact the skull

not easy for your eye but it was never brittle

aunt gonda vintage eagle
the willow bends
forget the pelican
maybe the wind means

this and bad faith
humans are ordered to scream
the rain does not know
u can be gessoed and raining
half a year directs my rain
an eye like long black nutrition
she stops the faith romp

fat landslide, canada
tooth, bone, claw
i have never managed gessoed speech
im u, i have known under the eye of u
hear the rain
blue son is rain being broken
it does the rain to open your soft trunk

a type of rectangle velocity

sound for not circling

your eye was the skin

pterodactyl so many times

blue u dont know the accessory
the wind for my toy of black food

the rain falling be broken open

man without qualities
tough me

a person gives what was the skin

it's not so bad
he not knowing
she dates being the rain

donna kuhn 2006

I Could Be In L.A. Right Now

HAT COWS

does the eyeball fall in its purr of bump a silent sound
the word stomach of its socket?

what a camper
the baby which means won't
the baby cares
stomach the song

nagasaki in christ's not winter
the wolf hums
king woman, am i your kind?
where i'm at
baked to me, i want it realistically
who's its baby
of many waters

who is australia

i wont say as for a branch

im tinkerbell
havana doesnt move her

cook with a chair
show havana the sea

your eyeball falls out and u walk in your violated war

i'm the woman who beheads and bakes your name

this is a newspaper

permit juicy reality

rabbit baby, the word is not your beatch

morning is a process of war
i daydream while i'm baking u

bundles of eons eke, i can't run

the love is super active
i'm not an eye
osmatic deaning the pancake

i'm transport
i have the hasty truth

my chair is a christian situation

like the cow of music

i have scurvy love
it sticks to me

your head landlord points to a star
it's a necessity

something something takes me there

donna kuhn 2006