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
Thursday, October 01, 2015
california is a thing in your emo machine
words like it when the moon listens
all night i'm not sure if i'm a hippie
visions of grunge
someone is chasing your teeth
i am a digital jack nicholson
why are u a feather?
why are u a text?
u promised words
what u are, a bookmark
blood sugar
i dread your poetry
u murdered my nightmare with your la la la
u think your spine is swollen
sounds fling dances on your lips
your chard is fine and any kind of duh
god has gout
delusional pdf goo
i don't want your breath
i don't want to come home
u were an accident
i fled your song with a painted panda
the moon barbecued a smart ass
california is a thing in your emo machine
when u are with me, women strum
a president with no eyes
love and seizures
he can't bird or soften a dog
my tv doesn't care
my tv has a dilemma
vertical toddlers search for the rain
the rainbow went jogging
read this carefully
i give u birds and it was never easy
the sentence cracks and u are a trail of sabrina
text=text so paint your sand here
your unit is at the center of reasons for yellow words
your output is almost stupid
how are u doing with your output?
i am not from here
all words are in the canoe
u cough blind clouds
the 1960's has new tv
what i would do with a cookie
click here for a poem, i can't open the gravy
she's what's in your throat
my dog is on the moon
the world is homeless
my shorts are pretty and i don't need your prayers
i want to be like u and rotate your pong
my website is also a freak
don't tell the dog about our hands
what u need is a heart
i shave pancakes when u are tall
city of bird thump
collars of america say goodbye to your dream
now u want the great whatever
fruit loops in your t-shirt mind
u dream god worries about the dog
this is housing for christ
robert duvall dreams your eye is a circus
touch my itunes library and face my highway
when u are an airhead the ocean is platonic in a vial
we are killing the moon and nailing the bacon
i'm pretty but i can't help u
maybe i need space
i have so much stupid love
i am what u lost when your doggie is raw
god is in your itunes music library
no one is broken and screaming at your dream
i can take this and don't take that
so crank it up loud
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