About Me
- Donna Kuhn
- Humboldt County, California, United States
- Donna Kuhn is a poet, author, dancer, visual and video artist.
Email me
email me:donnaskuhn@yahoo.com
Monday, December 29, 2008
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
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
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
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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
Sunday, December 07, 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
Friday, December 05, 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
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