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

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Saturday, January 31, 2009

she is u parked across don't



u are an exercise ball. u are a really big blue ball.
christ is a mom who has charms. always back down.

away, baby baby. she is u parked across the don't.
the museum realizes it's really starting to cross me.

the baby is bald. christ is a mom who goes bald.
u buy me garbage and bald charms. the christian

exercise baby. come one, come all. christ goes bald.
she is very down the stairs for 15 years. your old girl-

friend is very down the mirror. i'm not helping her there.
she knows i have been and u begin to go bald. i know

my baby, she says i does. christ is over it. the collage
is all starting to go bald. my baby in this christian camera

can't see i'm holding her. there's an exercise ball.
throw it away. parked across from my life decades

later. the museum buys me. there is a collage without
the. the situation coos. the masks of the post office.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

his skin is nobody



his skin is nobody if u remove all the trees from that country, incapably flavored
the stained glass was kidding, a dream or hope riot, insects are blue so small
before merchandise, i am blue, very girl with cheese and crackers

roses don't belong there, i am looking not so tiny asleep in your bed
i don't want to talk to u; she can back torch and burn the office that
dreams i am thru with life too, u can't see the forest for the flashlight

fudamental ham halo iced in this burn, pardon the flashlight
pardon the crowds, a dream or that dream, insects are blue
and they have a life too; the hostages said i hum

lightning or insects, very sewing by can't, mia's uproar
assasinate the stained crowds, pardon the stream
talk to the chaser, i dream come true, i dream he
was this, any other body, green chama valley
as him

u should get out more, c a fit of the skin
his skin is nobody and u shoot thru

Friday, January 23, 2009

iced a girl with her own mind



iced a girl with her own
iced in this hot sexy that
do u have any other body
viral lingerie, heart whities,
body of food

iced a girl with her own mind
he confuses taste with all this
tragedy, get confused, are u
a person very

all tragedy is iced

the men o large men
he intermediate he
the tow of the skin

the face of the bred body
the cold tone, real staff
intermediate it, the real
era, the relative tragedy
the nude skin someone

your conjugal co-operation
would not bring in one
even the virus of whities
naked skin anybody

before he was this sexy needle
have cold sound to be like so small
he really, he was mean

higher body of girl, tightly of slipway
all the mysterious underclothing
of the person o considered

the female next to the skin
the virus of her itself
very important, that sexy
stitch

shirtless guys, tighty whities
do u have any other skills
or are u willing to learn
communicate through
a body

consider a person very important
to u, a sewing needle was found
in his food, he is chased by mysterious
underwear learners; it wasn't so long
ago that

Thursday, January 22, 2009

your backpack is filled with eyes



u interest me, i'm yellow
i love private dicks that angle
nine carats of dreamy uproar
because he sneezes his torch
burns happy, because i am real
estate i am fit to bite, wringing her
your halo, because i feel this
tell her your temper, tell her your
backpack is filled with eyes
god of prosciutto truth torch me
just then, ears of zion, pardon
the puppet, disc jocky, disc jockey
disc jockey, pardon the dish
cowards with a dream
terrible engine of prosciutto
chilling genealogy walking
a hideous smile, hell yes
i want to get out, water bottles
in the toddler air, i am blue
for his hand

Sunday, January 18, 2009

she decides the helmet on u



when youre not kayaking in the dream, whatever

u are the top of we love haters
hit me up, hey babe, show me this
something is rotten, little wonder

she decides the helmet on u
thunder will never scare
my rainbow, fall into my
sack, baby

edit my languid feeling hotels
your forehead is a promiscuous baby

if its beautiful it suffers, i dont belive u
i dont buy too many stuffed cheeses

i know where im going
i know im in the southwest
let's walk to santa fe and see
if its dusty

u need consequences
send me your koi ponds

lock antarctica up
send me a dead seal
break my mean dream alarm

come on out and party with me
i want to scare u again, sam
plus her forehead is humongous

when u escaped from the vomitorium u killed jesus
this inner southwest, i think u should putter

Thursday, January 08, 2009

go make me a cool war

thinking about your belly gets me hot
sunshine, what does that make me?
cool war, warm war, hot war

i am living with a man who claims to be the father of love
go make me a cool war, make a smitten kitten

hot father of love, an unborn woman stops to wash clothes
warbelly, do u want an unborn child with a tendency to have
a face? a pregnant woman breaks my fall, i see her trotting
in the stream; only her actions are pregnant

a pregnant woman stops by to wash your clothes
the unborn wants an unborn child
a pregnant woman whines when
she claims to be the father of a cool
smitten kitten

a pregnant woman creeps by hot wow
a pregnant woman ends with gross titty bondage
a pregnant woman burns cheerleader naked twin
a pregnant woman comes included in the case
a pregnant woman whines to unmarried and living
with a man who claims to be the father of the unborn child
a pregnant woman must be 0
a pregnant woman stops at
not cooperating
a pregnant woman is not allowed
to wash clothes or go to the stream
a pregnant woman connects with a
sponsored alien and the sponsor
reaches for her spouse
a pregnant woman throbs because
of responsibility for only her actions
a pregnant woman is included in my face
a pregnant woman is so cute
a pregnant woman whines when
she washes clothes
a pregnant woman stops by, hot wow

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

ocean held thing

determination in the dept. of thinking, take my horse morning from me
maybe he was glad to hear she was from the fish train
time, departure like the eskimos turning
everyone says what the worm says

we offer acute, finally weird separate rooms
a terminally animal scholarship
the beach will be ash-gray

ok, i must finish and find an adonis
i said yes, come up and please be
afraid of dropping the horse
the dept. of bathroom luncheons
with the help of a blackberry
the emotionally blocked ocean
is able to be so worldly now
he is faithful to his boat animal

when u are feeling a mile in that, then; find the sun
i knew he was an extreme child, if u walk out then
this can get him a rigid way of in, the thinking of it
hang your violent numerator, u are at that moment ok
communicate emotional fallout, you're blindsided by
a good train, ride their coattails walking, equine therapy

multihandicapped planet taken off the know
feel a meditative state or wait for your thinking tree

director of free to cut, can see some sense of mastery in it's supposed might

multihandicapped help for both, the thinking horse wants to say
i don't get the planet

u don't think except in tribes where the sea gets a feeling of atomic ash therapy
communicate into a trance worm, who has the fact

i said yes, go back, even remember, just finally my white trash
walk a mile in the morning after, this is those times
u avoid the emotionally blocked ocean held thing
so baby, these interventions u pull off, find an adonis
on thursday for the sea at the same time

a rapscallion got your bathroom horse, thinking horse core

yeah, he didnt' sense he was the sense

for the emotions; walk children, bandaids, fleas
you're a lifetime away, u avoid the letters
both identities, passionate dental work

the man has a gander horse
you're blocks of horse children
you're smoke, the planet
it's something

donna kuhn and amy trussell

Sunday, January 04, 2009

u are almost things i can't tell u

my eyes are teeth, u are not wacky and parsed
diss the dolphin box, blather to seals

u are feeling sorry for some man's flinstructional apple fan
pick something for once, a pocket, her life bothers u
feel sorry for once, shapes of something because
you're unavoidable expanding crosshairs

i feel sorry for the moon; i don't swear on your something and sigh
i can't give u almost, u are almost things i can't tell u with my eyes

the heart is a somewhat; u tell the kitchen u dont give a fuck about dead seals
your shirt coughs november spandex eyes; i swear on my eyes, i swear on war
i swear at once

this does not apply to your annoyance
it is not suitable for your annoyed cores

don't cough on your planets
the koi sing, pick your user

pick something small like a whale
texturizer brain wacky in the warhouse

my life bothers u; pick something and sigh
a pocket she would plunder, your kitchen
doesn't give me eyes

i can't tell u the way to sing
we're in the suburbs and
everything is in the shape
of a chicken

u are almost a man; i am sorry about your thin box
a man will tell u my life sings in both shapes of something
i don't cough on u in your silk suburbs

nickels turning into dimes; if she could've slipped it into her pockets she would've
moses was a user, dolphin butter and static, train the koi to jump out the window
a dolphin sings hooked, a dolphin breeds by examining its teeth

i can't tell u the way to sing to me