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
Friday, February 27, 2009
the girl who has made u the gutter
i hear the gutter. i dont want to sell something. whatever it is. u are whatever it is. u are whatever. u are there to hear his groove. i want to leave the groove. i want walls. i am something behind night. i dont want it. i want it. he's her gutter. walls, that's it. i am street children. he tries not to go because he wants her. i am something behind a city street. someone leaves behind the girl who has made u the gutter. i dont want his wall. i dont want to leave behind the baby who gives the house to queen latifah. it is like a boat and birds glisten. she meets me because i am the gutter. i am the children. baby, can't find my chocolate rice milk. someone leaves the baby in the groove. the girl has made art her wall. she is gliding and keeping flight with flight. lena goes dancing. lena glistens. the queen is a slippery matter if birds wake like a small boy. i try not to watch tv during the day. there are babies in the gutter, about ten of them. queen latifah is like a boat. a blue boat. queen latifah is in the walls. i am something behind the house.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
lyrics for too many hands

i want to care about your tainted toes
untitled, u go to the attic, the sandwich
orchestra where her cinema looks
economic; they dont remember or
care so foot a no think
i like it real; mia, your mind
whatever the bathroom is
very lyrics in my coffee
autumn lets u, my economic broken
in the back of your voice, your bible
father didnt comic your parked orchestra
who split, i dont yield to the section
wallys dream sang i dont filled
across the dirty, u split the sounds
down your mind
the cups are whistling i'm strong
autumn is missing
u reported that to the industry
an injured hand
the dept. of bored wants u to wait in the dream barking
filled with tuna, mia is asking me in the dept. of permanent
house; love wants tuna in your chant, be a saint, broken
with a large mouth
i dream things are too loud for the voice
the army is across cups that wouldnt want your mouth
u installed u, i dont color across the dangerous sandwich in the same city
i wouldnt want your want, your toes are reported not to drink
with your lyrics for too many hands, u will be bored at rehab
moon makes coffee slang so bulldozer all the bibles
if my cracker hid firmly
this, this is new zealand in dolphin think
love always is a backpack, is your head
is a chant
i dont drink the back of your very large mouth
u are your death, my not stated silence
the army is acting like a where she is
fathers jello thing, i'm sung with how
ask my dangerous very burnished municipality with a flat-bottomed reactor somewhere
if i were trying your lyrics i'd bite my bible, the same city, it doesnt make me think
u are so unable to be like anything
go polish your very false porcelain place
i like my economic chant to spout out
i am down your mind, your voice
the army of back pain down your mind
blue me something that is missing
go dream me something harmful
i dont yield, i see its harmful
this is your dangerous sandwich
back pain will show u titled down on your parked dreams, how
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
i like u when he touches me
actor actor, go away with your
bag of sea coast elephants
a bag of when u will never reach
your piano shoulders
ringtone holocaust
interpret the vitrified eye
and white shoulder
everything is in love with your
i like when u touch my eye
seacoast eye and a bag of
history
the piano gives u shoulders
i like when u came from
somewhere, now return
i like u when he touches me
he weakens the tidal zone
the contacts are therefore
and or
he touches my ringtone
u will never reach your
potential unless u have
all six eyes
bag of sea coast elephants
a bag of when u will never reach
your piano shoulders
ringtone holocaust
interpret the vitrified eye
and white shoulder
everything is in love with your
i like when u touch my eye
seacoast eye and a bag of
history
the piano gives u shoulders
i like when u came from
somewhere, now return
i like u when he touches me
he weakens the tidal zone
the contacts are therefore
and or
he touches my ringtone
u will never reach your
potential unless u have
all six eyes
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
the moon is unwelcoming

i blame your smiling horse backpacks when my vision is exploding
the emperor's blurred tears, my heart sinks your parameters
my knight, u flowered off one, u smile like blame, u smile
take three, off duty, the slowest quicksand; off duty, i sent u flowers
i sent u a haunting purple bloom mistake
take 3 mushroom moons in the desert
i wont play havoc with the moon is desolate
u smile and the moon is bad, the argument
why write on mushroom caps
dont i give when u blame your
parameters, u people in my
parameters
i send u hills and valleys as if in not grey
your flowers and crazed bus drivers
bitter, dusty, the moon is parameters
take all there is, knight, don't blame
my shining aura
i must be the responsibility of the dark, the moon's smile
flower off, spreading my lips, my parameters are scary
the moon is a woman, woman, the moon is barren
she tumultously craved a horseman
it's not obvious, scarf grey sea
knight in his left eye, blame the horseman, this weird light
the moon is there
powdery moon, the knight in shining u
my dog apple world, your mushroom baby, one fallen skeleton
smile like a smile was hostile, your flowers flower off duty
when curving in, when u aura
the moon is unwelcoming
i dont blame be wonderful
i dont blame, wouldnt blame u
i dont blame my eye is wrong
donna kuhn and amy trussell
Sunday, February 08, 2009
nobody is pulling your how to

i dont live here if the union crumbles
nobody is pulling your how to
u are a grassy plain, u are currently plain
seatbelt people on tv, u are currently signed in as nobody
long for me, meet me on that plain, annoying far-eyed wyoming
nobody owns nothin, think of it as a seatbelt, u miss your car
u miss annoying me
nobody stays flashing their
sometimes the lunatic is late
u are late, someone else is paying attention to the green grass in my goal
someone else's honorarium, someone safe from nobody
someone else is going to take my mind
nobody peeps out of the plains
nobody is at your help desk
u are a small speck of blue
u reduce me to a hate crime
nobody drinks from your goal
nobody is running thru me
nobody is fringe
another womans bird
Friday, February 06, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
go entice a mudflat

he paddles his words
what goes, what should i
mumble like an exercise ball
back down, apologize to ginger
when she doesnt cross me
slushy conjunctivitis abortionists
greenhouse flyswatters, her man
goes bald, i can love your grand
seclusions and your zorro mudflat
tortilla seductions, i'm moderately
sussed and severed, blooming
apologize to the roadie porcupines
oversleep like an enraged telephoner
of shrill discovery, psychokinesis
chainsawing flyswatters, adjacent
wyomingites, cornflake coffins in
flying butter; love bowls, what
shoud we do?
i love your big statistics
being a chick telephoner
doghouse women, they cant walk
your big souvenir helps the abusive
lemonade replicas when they have
a meeting, help the dull
greenhouse takeouts, dravidian bodybuilders
go fiddle with your conservative floridians
excreting charmless jackhammers, the girder
slayers summarize how u misbehave when
alice is self-reliant at viacom, lobotomy ochestras
ginger embroiders your orthodox blockbusters
go entice a mudflat, love isnt interested
in your chicks with canoed beards
Monday, February 02, 2009
can't get down from my now

love junkie, u are verbal torture
verbal word college, u are a word
verbal test, broken killah
broken glass, flying moan
repetitive word cant get down from my now
christ's charms always back down
can i verbal drip a mile and another
a strong her is very word
the wall has problems that cross me
loud sigh, this is torture
verbal drip drip drip
i can't find go
u like to go bald
i like the united nations
the nations are my killah statistics
pace mumble mouths
inscrutable pools
verbal stimulation
i can't help the
loud sigh, this is dull
the situation is down
the stairs, across from
my now
u are a camera that bells
and does not cross me
who goes bald at the post office
reality goes bald, buy me
garage butter
christ has charms, i can't get away
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