WHAT U HEAR
i am so what u hear
against pleasure
surrounded by meat
he does not waste her
i have speech
i have fists
my meat wastes me
your storms have your bicycle
your bicycle wastes storms
mental fruit
my cake is here
birds are crying her
we will be here
rag doll, i am grateful
for my interesting baby
signal her puppet
the situation refuses to drive
my church is a truck
a doll whose math is magazine valley
u play chicken and it tastes like birds
unable to dance like a late night dish
shake the trucks u hear
shout
these birds are things that tax
these birds liked living here
like blocked animals
these birds shout u are albino handlebars
a city is crying out over its beautiful garbage
i live good against the night, conductor
whose math church makes your bicycle hear
walk like tortillas are albino guinea molders
dance against these mental trucks
here u play me the best chance for a rag doll
speech is a smoggy and troubled thing
the wife who u are tomorrow, the love thing
u taste my dolls and puppets
birds is here
its a torn dance
polish my yo
here it is less than night
my spiritual hair conditioner
conductor, u play my favorite
over here
my bad, it seems to be a
cake baking animal
i get the education
i am the grass
that found your floor
people fall, she is not here
dont get spiritual with me
these birds are my human baby
these birds are wind with birds in your garbage
she tastes like u dig the feasts
someone is lost and leaving storms
the church is always shaking her entire party
u embarrassed the entire cake
it's a measured look
i love these birds
against the situation
your cake baking thing is most ungrateful
donna kuhn 2007
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