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

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Tuesday, March 03, 2009

i don't want your lasagne furnace

i don't want your lasagna furnace; your secondhand underwear sandwich

give away or sell something, i'm gone in a bird, go to the gutter

go, leave your milk, you are the will and you are the walls

the wall art drinks art everyday; the walls are calm

sugar beth, calm the gutter; i am the girl and u are the rabbit here
i don't want your furnaces to roll with it, blue carries this junk

baby, go on a boat, the birds weigh 105 grams
queen latifah, u are not awake, i want helium

calzone chemicals, subway light, look at my almost
the queen finds my chocolate birds in the gutter
the groove is authorized

u are whatever to my lasagne furnace

the music, he weighed it in the kitchen

come on, she wakes like a waterproof flashlight
a dancing lena glistens, i am the street , the gutter
the factory, i toook my time dear dancing with

keep dancing with slippery matter

grandmother's hair is tired

my fuhrer is fiery in the walls
i am watching the gutter groove
i am a text block, rice milk
blue if he wants it, u are someone
who leaves behind a train of rabbit
helium

dance with your food poisoning in your pajamas
he says the queen is slippery, i don't want milk

i hope blue is too cold
lena goes and the birds
say away

the house is in the oven, cool in the sand

secondhand baby toys, secondhand lunatic, aint she sweet

i am someone who leaves, queen a bird

everyone keeps the weather's macaroni smoke
dumpling purifier, tacos are something behind
the night

she is almost dust in the cheese heaters
she is sand in the bed, now i am her
she is the children; baby, go

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

keep dancing with slippery matter! you, trump queen in the furniture, the dreamwoven vamp of chili size, one riddem fits all!

Dirk Vekemans said...

my heavens are silent they
strike me down with their freedom
these lands are belingered ur breath
is a fair approach of low your feet although are somewhat minor
the door keeps knocking i wish there was more help me ur beautiful i dont want to date u just mildly sedate you & g*d knows the idols adore

Donna Kuhn said...

thank you and thank you

in the meantime i'll go sedate myself, goid idea!