About Me
- Donna Kuhn
- Humboldt County, California, United States
- Donna Kuhn is a poet, author, dancer, visual and video artist.
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email me:donnaskuhn@yahoo.com
Monday, December 08, 2008
the silence u think we want
tobacco bird, the shoes u slept in made sense
when a teahouse, all birds with a long in the dark
u moved safely in word forests in the bird circus
because u never show up, not wash away
nothing, striking need superstition in bird
bird warning, early rock
make
move 0 branches, your half relatives are smoking
stream, it falls cross the bird a not
o autumn, theatre of hoop, east
what are u, i'm supposed to
do something outside
not visualize u
i'm a woman talks go down, my a map
sticky tape and artificial oddly
love away, never show but to myself, the night
the evening, in a rage? cough under its green
viola fractures
tobacco coughs, is autumn real?
pins in her scientists, thanks for the take
the pins the diagnosis, the human snow
certainly trying to get history felt
modest house i think up, only the clean
is stupid by this, the flame and i am
one of them between war
tv, now it turns, land, falls her
my toes and body how, this is
a pure east depend on me
extrapolate the landing
break me and do the excitement muster
behind acting strange, she in the bird
just lie there the west, for the language
of warning
surrounded by fears
the singing does not
represent u in the dark
o take the pins of the bird me
u are down, felt the landing
will u, california i see an ocean
leaving fear, heaven the emergency
the morning offers a viola arm
mini alps depend on me and i
am for west, surprised by west
for years your trees, it has this sky
slide down her dont love
i'll be in my two towns
slab of authoriity, every nice there
waiting, excited to space, u felt away
from the he bird warning
send me a version here
the silence u think we want
u will light, u slept in love
left your night, u moved
25 annual body, use myself
use me dreams go to the
you're not really
anemic looks u, move waves
i have been the night u told
i stole
zebra shit
if only it is only o.
o wings. there is time.
the whispers far off still
jpegs of clouds depend
on u
u think the sky clouds a woman format
bird cross the not think
before i write to autumn's teeth
leaving california's poison
new sentence pattern he rolls in
history he rolls in and they sung
reverse body, i roll down the emergency
into a cage, steal me
trees astonish me
back then back, stop
on a huge execute it
remember
so u never show weather
piercing moon, supress
the singing, superficial left
with your it in the morning
diy beautiful with your quiet thing
i am world, it was nature
diagnosed because of it
donna kuhn 2008
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