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Donna Kuhn is a poet, author, dancer, visual and video artist.

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Monday, December 29, 2008

White Wolf Howl

women just like to purr



your speech is of grasshoppers, ultimate cloud

go scowl in your clouds

all women wear moaning dress shoes
women just like u, your garden coos

women have more than u
u just have frog knees
pacman stuggles like
u are the mountaintop

the mountaintop is in your cottage pants
wild postures, wedding grunts

your associates cluck, what he wrote winces

women just like to purr

purr

women just like u

the mountaintop flirted
women are like shoes
the more u have
hot leather, after all
what he wrote just like u
go together like


u just like to be found
and flirted with on your
mountaintop

your scowl purrs, buffalo purrs
denver screams and whispers

women just like to be found
all women are loud
all women just like shoes
all women are just like clouds

Sunday, December 28, 2008

I Dream


i dream in sun valley that the sun matters
i'll make the sun go, she is the tune
the birds i dream control reality
i dream i dream, all i want to do
i dream i pluck u out
i dream i dream cour de alene
i been so blue i stay with u
i dream i am ohio

i dream the sun is blue
i hide my dreams
i dream across birds
i dream i control time
i dream i pluck your time
i dream ohio is turning
into a sandwich

i dream of jeannie, money matters
i dream frankie and calvin
i dream of ralph fiennes
all i want do is dream
i dream of jesus
i have a dream
the bird's the word

cour d alene is the new sun valley
better than a dream

hell, did i dream that?
the sun matters, lie to the sun
it's only a matter of time
it'll make the sun go down
living out a dream
no sight of land, go
she is the kind, selfish
no matter, night-cooled earth
tune the birds

i dream i pluck u out of an urban scrapbook
i dream i control his first sony
i dream i drown in a virtual reality
i dream all the time
i've always been so blue born to lose
and now i'm losing you
i dream i stay with you
i dream i respond to you
i dream i find like some kinda huge latrine
i dream i loiter and it has always brought me pain
i dream i hide behind a trashy dream
i dream crosses are disturbed
i dream i turn upwards from dreams of
i dream i am blackened by homework
i dream about running away to ohio
and becoming a sandwich clerk

Friday, December 26, 2008

color bands

i dream the sun matters

she is the kind of rubber ducky raincoats in the lung salad breeze

grey moon, face me and swim, your sandalwood hat
the moon from your crippled heart talks and sings
in the bathtub, u think u head for it and kill it with
her pen

everyone's oaks had visions
everyones visions went to college

learn to want me and swim
everyone's oak is strange

cap n crunch tornadoes
the cinnamon glared

when u think u want me, swim in stewed prunes
superglue it and think ahead, your yogurt is crying
asuza, primestock, moron; high sodium

think ahead when u are thru the grey moon
cigarette breeze, captain crunch of the moon

afternoon debris, water me
i dont give a fuck about lung salad
the debris of her pen, make certain
the clock is u

my pen tornadoes, ghost it

u are ahead here

outside with your sandalwood hat
he is cool milk the rain already wants

u swim for your head

she is everyone's oak, all cut up

empty flower, the rain thinks u are kind
the rain thinks my head is down, i dont

when u are down in your ducky boots
open and flapped, gah, jump in
my rainboots panic

the sun exposed him

rain

the pulse of u
u swim from her pen
an oak is strange
in the bathtub
u swim from her

stick it in your captain crunch

here

he is u; i dont give a fuck about u

u swim for u swim here were on time
the the, sandalwood me, the tree
cries, kill it
an ear

the cinnamon wanted itself

u think u want me, swim
u think it was installed
let yourself in, chocolate rain
when u are thru the snow
and crunch! lucky charms!
trix!

drink my rainboots and panic

Thursday, December 25, 2008

he doesn't feel my bible


u bother me, your words are seals
i'm not afraid, daddy knows antarctica
is standing, i want to bother u, i want
to bother your face

so what, fall over words
spotted owl gown

i dont fall over postcards u drink
i dont know, ask a dope team
the world is suburbs, u drink
february snow, hardly u

love the bible, gold moon, sore highway
the place was standing in the wind
i dont give a fuck about wonder
i fall over words

the dead bother me, your words

u dont want to be full of seals
savasana, baby me
bits of really dizzy
and from that

your postcard, u drink me

owls kayaking moon
excuse me, pull me in

the heart of another dead seal
im not a snowy plagiarism

be firm, it bothers me

bits of shoo fly, you're planks

it's totally not cute

train your condos, train me

get off my whatever u want
8 armies of open

youre nothing to me
my head dont talk it

8 seal giraffe moon, so what
february me, feburary is cruel
then, i'm dead, the words

8 armies behind me
i hope u choke on
a snowy day

the face of the sound of a dead seal

u are kayaking in antarctica

you're cute to destroy

and i say choke
u train me a train

the suburbs start crying

i almost bother his words

as soon as i say sore highway
dont shed for thee, i have broken
seals, go away, someone has
inspired your giraffe throat
u eat my heart in a bottle u dont
nothing really bothers me

u choke in azusa

youre full of nothing
in a suburb thing
with almost thoughts

words fall out
u burn and train
my condos
he doesnt feel
my bible

kiss your other antiques

your face almost falls over a rude way brother

Monday, December 22, 2008

Stop Me





in the darkness your eye means provisional button
stroke your rubber blues, the homeless go away

zip your heart in love milk
cross-eyed in the ritz of me

rhino swim in your taxed red worms

the portal out of my you
go google the large is

go rain on the acne moon

pilaf acne moon
ride the world
like this raincoat

baboon breeze, bank lung

mess with your rhino in the sorry sand
a blind man crawls into your mosh pit

go google the lotion of
your equipped equipment
wife music in your skull

elephanting breakfast at the porn buffet

bad mind in the dark
no bad horn elephant
tusk bleeds for u

your taxed raisins, chocolate piercings
how u've sewn it horribly wrong

e-books and raisins, love comes here

google the moon centerless

caw on his no gravel
god is his or her raisins
with bellybutton flu

paint your rhino, paint your brain

don't 1929 me, send the christian moon

wash your mouth
no mouth
stop the world
her mouth
go a bird
mouth of birth

nothing but narrow funk

send me the mouth up in your meat, girl toast
go unless it's theoretical, you're small but a bit
sensitive, funnel her winter, don't confuse
1946 with bits of san francisco

glass corndogs bring a bellybutton:
a bellybutton sits with an innie and
with all there is, stop me

ride the moon in a mosh pit?
stars swim with your bones

u stayed home with the lake, no difference

god believes in no difference

god is an overactive bird,
swims deeply in your eyes

god has sewn stop to your motor

dont u dress like love songs in your voice furniture

a scar on the moon
disturbed cake can
go to film school

he films his oboe with your cow hands

your horse has the bird flu
sorrowful raisin flu
corndog tusk

angels crawl into red bellybutton ritz
god is cuter o my umbiblical funk

a bellybutton was a total mouth to a blind man

pilafs in the sorry sand

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Boom

the spirit of winter, don't confuse me

my heart is a macy's clerk

don't mess with my winter philosophy
hot free e-books and a much deeper u
o why
fool philosophy.osophy. boom.

some will melt your voice furniture

immune blues, cranberry blues, blues combustion

big trendy engine
blues are behavioral lotion
equipped quipment

tap your toes like furniture
hai karate hand grip
ghost grip, zip those lips
zip your voice furniture

no need to leave your heart in san francisco

email blues, recession blues, winter blues
burning the rubber blues, homeless blues
hottie body lotion

it takes your breath away

zip your heart
your pants too

my heart bleeds for u
a man after my own heart
your heart in your mouth
from the bottom of my heart
eat your heart out
does my heart good
a cold heart
change of heart
broken heart
absence makes the heart grow fonder
follow your heart
faint heart
go ahead, tear my heart out right out of my chest
be still my beating heart
chicken hearted
heart is a lonely hunter
heart s full
heart is on the ground
heart is i'm from nyc
heart is a muscle
heart is valentine's message to congress
heart is a unique pump
heart is sick
heart is yours

heart disease your heart is

Friday, December 19, 2008

i can totally not flutter on u



this little miggy stayed home with her funnel cakes

go tax your raisins, go google the moon and funnel his eyes with cross-eyed spoons, funnel your rhino and swim thru the door, god's tv is your brain

don't miss me with horses, stars, girl meat, girl toast
the idea archive loves your milk, your audio shampoo
cross-eyed in the sorry sand, bird flu in your mosh pit

the elephant dates back to 1929 or 1946
bits of the ritz of this bird, this gargoyle
into a bird

give me deep content, chocolate piercings
how u juice glass corndogs in elephant water

stars swim into the forest
his bird swims deeply into
my gate

rank your face telephones

yahoo swum in your christian moon
quietly with your taxed red raisins
love comes here with your bones
and severity, your reference worms

youre nothing but chalk, raisin flu, corndog tusks
your horses cry, they are listening
i can totally not flutter on u

don't miss me with horses, stars; they are listening to u dress

no means provisional
o my god i can totally
not wait to see u

a funnel cake can go horribly wrong

the moon was a total fraud

she's mercy, she inhales your rollerblades

god has sewn his door to your eye
it means provisional gravel

go google the sorry sand
the moon is a television

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Versions Of Something



the center for useless feet

get me dead breeds, hostile camels
whoever is a dangerous dog

dogs that go snap in the

with his snails, useless bird
misleading unethical fish

unexpected americans go snap

i can't, u vicious goat, demanding woman
at the center for chaotic mornings
dangerous magazines in me
i tell u to think like that

dangerous fat mammy cat

unexpected american girls with unruly art
misleading fun people with unnecessary collars
got a fun wife with cumbersome needs

my bed, your something but the thing must be disordered

my bed is different behavior
fox, unpleasant bird

i'll think of u a naked face

downtown dangerous dangerous dangerous girls
with dangerous dangerous dangerous magazines

confusing portraits sleep

he's content to go snap

extreme foot, hopeless foot
get out of my vicious goat

the center of kind, crowded ferrets

dangerous magazines in me

whoever, thereafter and versions of something

my bed is a dangerous dog
downtown dog in my bed

dogs that go snap in the fat mammy cat

critical kitty, people me with unnecessary collars

elusive cowboy, sad fish, inadequate try
narcotic ferret, intense ferret

women who read fashion amgazines

i dont tell anybody
i'll tell anybody
i dont tell u later
u dont have to tell me

dont tell me what to do

what does it not have to be
to be disordered depending
on me

the center of the city is a dangerous dog

select and release u

however, whoever, thereafter

and the versions of u

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

your very burnished municipality




your execution, your love songs face my endangered

u maize and blue virtually anything
keep a missle close to your skull

the stroke of anything he hides when u open

i don't like your face

shut off all the noise with your cow hands
contemplate yourself contemplating it
your heart is inflammable noise

the salad would not commit

the beach looked linty like a large belly button

look at the love song which this is

your very burnished municipality
the stroke of u inside the song
treat it like an execution
your good intentions
your small advantages

260 problems will go

the beach looked like a scar

u gutless bastards, make noise

miss, the beach looked linty like a large is

go contemplate your fucking navel

contemplating one's own navel has the ring of a long

gaze at, spend too much time thinking about yourself

he's a man of action and navel-glazing

create your own listmania!

where does the bellybutton go?

a scar on the abdomen

your bellybutton goes where u go unless it is too cold

oranges go stunningly well with salads 
especially with some bitter leaves
navel or bellybutton? it doesn't really 
matter as long as u contemplate it

have conversations with your bellybutton
what is the best time of day to contemplate
your navel?

because u have a bellybutton:

a bellybutton is cool
a belly button is considered to be a portal to the soul
a bellybutton is formed by the umbiblical cord 
which jesus would still have
a bellybutton is an innie
a bellybutton is a portal to another universe
a bellybutton is an "inny"
a bellybutton is a very sweet little girl
a bellybutton is quite a deep innie with a deep 
narrow crack in the bottom created by the edge 
of the hole and the button being close together
a bellybutton is a memento of his or her birth
a bellybutton is shaped by tricky dick?
a bellybutton is a bit sensitive today
a bellybutton is the reason for the lapsed 
warranty on your brain? christ!
a bellybutton is always red
a bellybutton is my crystal ball
a bellybutton is so fine
a bellybutton is buried
a bellybutton is a submarine bone
a bellybutton is my crystal ball enterprises
a bellybutton is cuter than the old one





Tuesday, December 16, 2008

wolverines are low



fuckstick wolverines, u drum for me
photograph your needs in the compost
i talk to your electric bring me, bring bring

professional wolverines were as wide as a pumpkin head

try not stand near the dead

your trees dress at the media library

flower drum, elbows in orange pumpkin bits

wolverine silo

he smokes your human rights unsubstantiated at the wolverines center

get inside the and/or cats

wolverines will attack virtually anything

i'm not entirely clear
he cuts off his ear
he carves wolverines

wolverines are endangered

what makes this drum think

wolverines are not too fond of dogs

wolverines are wide open

they were crippled, they fell on their faces

if the answer to this

i don't like the drum; drum drum

he yells into your guitar ears, snow

a man in overalls, a woman too close
to the living or chant these ordinances

i drum for this, carves b scratched into her face

wolverines are real for me with angels, demons, elder gods like u

i need a drum, drum smoke

wolverines blow big leads
he carves and he carves
so special, wolverines
are low

u drum for me, u will know smoke

Monday, December 15, 2008

Solace



a can of war, u are really hiding in my shirt, i want your reason

jewish people are coming out of my orange juice

a glass of war because youre hardly there and youre hardly there

i cant tell u how to get out of war
i cant tell u how to get out of my
eyes

your serial number is pale

he's pale and she is a breeze

somebody squeezes your dehydration

slice your selenium montana moon

otis needed someone and she had a little cave

inch closer to the sun, you're blinded

your garments get caught, your garments get dried

do we make love in the small sun of the last day

little modern offended by the winter sun

gasoline fumes care if i button up

the english go and they were not going

says love me, yes, thru the morning; these are weird streets to u

u deserve a treasure, a serial number

inch closer, she says solace

u cave in, your verb is hard; inch closer to the sun

little bongo suckerfish sluicing in your bed says love me, yes, u

talk u out of my eyes u, i dont really, i dont really care

u deserve a can of war, a tv, your orange juice

a glass of my eyes in the sun

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Outside of Think



question a fig, you're buried in me
the lord's moon lied and the forest
sings a christian song

u look like polyurethane coffee
nourish your meatball stars, clue me in
your lanterns under the human garlic moon
iTunes comes and goes in your eyes

christ is the emperor of the grape-flavored wolverine

i am smoking your platelets
i am smoking your eyes
outside of time, outside
of think

christ gets his winnies wanked in your rayon powerpoint presentations

dead moon/crack in

nourish your sarcastic yes furnace
the crowd does breathing exercises
for u

wanked, he dorms her and cuts off her head
thoughtless spandex televangelist in the studio
for rain always in display mode under stars
fiancees increasing in wifeless seesaws
loveless gangplank sheep in your
nonesuch

christmas flexes it's mystic babysitter
rain in his sweater, fiancees in your
noncancerous doorjambs

lose the cocaine lemonade if it troubles u

christ is a university man
he smokes your teeth
it sounds like money

babysit your little get in
draw inhuman bellhops

christmas is sleeping in a parapelegic astronaut village

blue her these, it cuts
christ is not thought out

get out, blue scribbling, seeing seesaws babysitting your mint
do u think i'm not human under the chickpea mezzo moon

the flinstones, they are a thing, they live in the smog under the mononucleosis sky

Thursday, December 11, 2008

a box of density


move over
the morning sun is rolling
christ is the lord for u

your yes whitens her ribbon

her hair with clowns almost gone

the green sun is sarcastic

christ is smoking her narcotic labels
beneath her, her hair is u, she is
doing her current breathing
exercises

her face is not a real face in a blue film
she begs for your green words to walk
u are a glitch and u can't park here

morning almost displays your glitch thing
christ is a sunday dollar, hide your ribbon

i still wouldn't kiss u if u were drowsy today and yesterday
if your sheep were not real, not light so worry about parking
and go

seeing a combination of gone
if u see me, please contact
my face

christ who rains his like star on u
u are not a glitch, it troubles u

christ is sarcastic to the flinstones
they are at a daily event
like your lord quick links

christ is in u, beneath the words to walk u red

she estimates the not me, not me, not for the puppet

christ has my christian what u think

jesus puppet
jesus her current breathing
christ is the
christ woman
tries to capture sleeping

i wouldn't kiss his red village with your hats

the flinstones are displays in your glitch face
i leave my troubles in my backpack

christ is a u, she is
same a sunday dollar

i am smoking your teeth the crimpy way
when he captures her he dorms her
christ is her raincoat

the morning never runs away so move over
the morning is the lord in display mode

i can still feel that jesus looks lived in

christ is your glitch if the sun is sarcastic
your yes furnace is sleeping and smoking
her girl

she's seeing not me, her hair within your eyes

your hands are a yellow ASCII projector

christ is probably breathing
he could be your website
christ is not buried in me

your yes in a crowd of yellow, yellow to me

christ is in her teeth at the almond beach club

something that sounds like words

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

It's A Form Of Being Bitten




my attorney sprays lysol on cities

it's a form of being crazy
it's a form of being bitten

u dream like u have permission to

go glisten with your god bod and mail it off, baby!

i'm going crazy and i have massive respect for everything

u are slow dancing behind yourself
we are slow dancing behind the sky

u aint monica, baby

i don't like u starting my sky

bitten beauty's name

for your eyes only is a form of being bitten

my roommate drives me crazy, she's such a monica

one beauty may eclipse another

behind the sky, clouds towards her blankets

i write u like that

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

california is stupid by this



california, leaving behind the venom

please refer to spring

stop, u foolish california

u love do not love more
i'm not good at blue
the actual empty

jpeg ocean waves in the clouds

the place looks like heaven instead of fear but is surrounded by

anemia seen in the sky
scientists in the clouds
thanks for the territory

nothing, do not they simply say

stop, u most unwise california
one, love do not love u more
the clouds that seemed

please refer the ocean to waves
love goes, it gets the venom
clouds in your e-mails

just leave them, thanks

california is stupid by this
love it, don't u just

anemic looks the sky

please refer the ocean to its surrounding territory and nothing
just leave the fear of the sky when scientists are in need

i love heaven like that

california dreaming poison

then back then back then back

zebras are different things

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

Saturday, December 06, 2008

sound sounds like it does heard


flight control eyebrow, come here
with your many women and your
controversial face

cubist chiropractor, u are flying around

my eyes will her, a hill lies like this

a girl called face
u are stained
i was 19

picasso has me but i'm curious
with my cousin and with your
economic knees

bark at your brilliant brain disturbance, i really will

monkeys are on tv
acting like birds
fill your own driver's seat

secure a public witness

aliens with crippled dreams and skipping points of

your perverted voice and your dream hands; i appreciate your scar

bird skin, it is cool

i heard about your when why

nice lips, the hills are back

kaballah blockbusters

spirulina of the bird
skip your bird wounds

reverse racism, ambitious algorithm

3 clarinet hills integrated grief freak

cancerous yo-yo convulsions

the trees are intent, the light is upset

sound sounds like it does heard

chill at your yo-yo conference

u sound like a needle in hill light

now go, seeking out a little more insight

next time wash your have not heard

trembling tesserae

you're cornered

i'm painting the eye so hand it over

bird skin for your arms

u scare me or i accept your broken offer

hitler skips and explores open spaces

your face is a pamphlet that avoids belize

there's nothing there, a religious pamphlet

the morning barks i want more

your bird comes in eyebrows

your face is a fortress around a joke

this is not picasso

jack, without thinking u take an elevator or two

i fill your face with birds

hitler skips over u

a mosaic e-mail stops your tongue

i'm painting your tongue inside my laundry toes

your hills hiss and the birds can't comment

u were broken; i was cheap

this is your last flying saucer

birds bring bandages for two: avoid yourself

bluebird laundry forest, hebrew jetson grief

belize is upset with your religious cornbread

a colored station wagon figures it out

u sound like someone elses lips

the tv is acting like it doesnt miss a thing

barking clarinet convulsion

donna kuhn 2008

Thursday, December 04, 2008

if i were trying to get to your nest



all the street signs say jello 123, forget the jello

30 years later i slipped on china's wings

my only mistake is this: broken in your mandatory jello nest

30 years later he was such blather

my lord my lord, i am trying to scream
queen broken sound 123

nailing jello to dr. roundbottom's queen
write around your dinosaur static
write around the hill that was me

30 years later i slipped on my uninterrupted cousins

i am ashamed of china's wings

fish with jello-sy, snap your haiku to dress my unconvinced eye

my only mistake is this

the jello is lying in your goal hole
search the birds for your broken cousins

wait around for this
sing to the forest with my eye
my eye is movement
my eye is material

big mouth to sing montana's
private tuna investigation
the sparrow is broken

is dinosaur dynamc?
please help us answer
this question

jello syndrome: lie down and tense each muscle group

lying liars and the lies that they tell
chief rabble rouser and jellohead sue

lying for a living with your mandatory jello salad
would u like some gravy with that? i fell down
when i slipped on some jello , someone
stepped on me while i was lying on the floor

the bed is wobbling like jello
the wheels are lifting off

all the street signs say "and i am not lying for real"

getting jiggly with it

no bird in the hand but...........

that's your cousin?

my only mistake was to convince poor cousin nedlington to dress as the swamp peter

broken wing: i hate bird archives
believe me, birds; if i was trying
to get to your nest i'd be eating
omelettes by now

and he was gone gone

30 years later he shrugged

the garage is filled with buckets of china wings

30 years later he was momentarily distracted

search the land which my eyes sing

say lord, the lips are in a sackcloth
the sparrow is filled with buckets of bird
please help us answer this broken wing

my lord my lord, i am trying to be a bird in his large white light
queen broken sound sound sound sound, is this broken sound
dinosaur filled

jello 123
birds i slipped 123
nailing jello to your big mouth
to think we were not always kind
to street signs

my only mistake: dress as the swamp queen broken wing

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

father is lost in a dinosaur forest


these songs breakdown in our backyard
the hotel is anxious after dusk
i will cancel u and stumble
with my song my song
my song has been
forgotten

how my song tests the end of u
duplicate your dinosaur sheets
enter my incomprehensible
yardboats

his paws began to eat and wonder
your sand thing will go by, ho
my father is a bungalow

manhattan is praying with someone u love
manhattan is a forest to drive thru

father's lost in a dinosaur forest, help!

he sits in the power lines
he nerds the night baby troop

father cancels mother
mother always sleeps
love is blood that she
can't read

manhattan is praying with dinosaur sheets

weave yourself happy
manhattan, u are low

hand it over, don't love someone to sheets

my father is a bungalow
my mother a hotel

weave yourself happy
drive yourself sane

i can't take the driver's seat

drive thru the nerd with your dinosaur sheets


donna kuhn 2008

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

don't push your lyrics


koko is old and she imagines a town
that doesn't lie so don't push your lyrics
don't your lyrics remember

she says conjecture and pepsi is pepsi right up
pepsi likes to say rain taxi, the bobcat still deals
with the rain

come sleep in my internment bed
the cat is carved at 3:00

my mobile phone is bad
my bad oboe fell to pieces
like a kite and was sent to
the principal of your skin
and hair

this is the cap of sunlight

paint the baby, paint the empty baby

canned women without dreams tweak that
when your neck is full of miracles

the republic of baby speech; talk like u live here

my music scatters and the street sticks to your face

when u dont like the wind blowing on u, say mr brown mr brown

i promised many things that i don't understand
things like eslave is better, zesty zing and herbal
small talk

she'll camp at the river of oboe
exaggerated in the fig rain
where u have bad tattooes

speak paint to the baby of rough music
because u do not think it's 3:00

god is the history of baby here
leave at 3:00 with your loose flower
i'll miss your bad plastic burritos
tackle your toy tackle, your blonde
digest in my concentration camp

i do not want your want heart
ambiguous thunder in your
think baby

your 3d sheets expand, this private that
your apartment drools in the sun
your baby kite walks away
with your hat

donna kuhn 2008

Monday, December 01, 2008

Always Sleep When Your Worlds Are Locked





tell me why you're back, a frozen wiki sky
a dangerous sky, never a reason

my soul's head falls off

interfering with prayer, mother
i go, i get around, i get what i want
i go in style

ok sky, the night was a baby
the night was emo, love is emo
your moustache is emo
the hypoglycemic bridge is emo
manhattan is emo

my young painful budget knows it

u can eat your pet and love the i don't feel baby

always sleep when your worlds are locked
always sleep when u get arrested

i am calm at the hypoglycemic social

love is emo at the wedding dance
matter matter u have a mustache

i am back with songs of manhattan
ok sky, your songs are dangerous
and they want their mother

love songs are emo
mamaw is emo
montana is emo
blankets are emo
fear is emo
reasons are emo
my stolen car is emo
your pet is emo
a cookie is emo
a slow dance is emo
darling, you're emo
a prayer is emo
the military is emo
poetry is emo
the sky is falling and it's emo
all songs are emo
going fishing is emo
chemicals are emo
mean people are emo
evil is emo
cool is emo
time is emo
states of mind are emo
the kiss of death is emo
emo is a bunch of crap
emo is back
your future is emo
emo doesnt' happen overnight
bullshit is emo
breaking hearts is emo
your feelings are emo
radio is emo
emo is starting to die
conor oberst is emo
if conor oberst is emo i am emo
u are emo, we're all emo
emo is responsible for maintaining the manitoba emergency plan
capitol hill is emo
don't be afraid of emo
the christian mainstream is emo
youth groups are emo
rainy rivers are emo
vigorous resort communites are emo
pet rocks are emo
emo is the best, forget the rest
emo is thankless
emo is the word on everybody's lips
emo is for wankers
u can get an emu account at emo corp
emo is jimmy, eat the world

donna kuhn 2008