Donna Kuhn



i dont

the sky has my head
moon bright green
its out of her landscape

u were covered with snow
the urge to xerox, u think i like to
i dont

the busstop leaned over
yr the gulls because yr gray
yr the gulls because i dont bake a bird

yr the gulls because the sky has my head
because gulls yr after leaned over
i think u think i like to; i dont

on the sea, over the stars
i see the sky has my head

nite skins out back and forth
the moons bright green

gray mountains dream of somewhere
its out of her landscape

because its the laundry i see u going
gulls in the snow rip off

the glass of this, the struggling clouds
yr only the solar system but u were

covered with snow
after u died i still fell down

be happy, fuck u
bake a bird, u think i like to

i dont, the bus stop leaned over
i ache, i think, yr the gulls because yr grey

yr the gulls because i dont bake a bird
yr the gulls because the sky has my head

because gulls yr after leaned over
i think u think i like to, i dont





spinning

who is burning my war
with animal swamp

who is a burning man to find wheels

wheels to spin war truth
find the truth he didnt see

but for now im spinning
swamp truth stranger

gulf war, who is all torn up like annoying red mountains

quit whispering inside yr words
baby face white like bald stars

words feel ocean choreography
birds in my war planes; u quit the moon

war planes like a baby
dad says the ode is in the desert

yr whistling mountains
for now yr whistling





i know the sky

i know the sky
dont u dont u crack the nite

planes love to drift away
u dont in a dress

sleeping in the name china
maybe i want fire in a dress

u want me or u want me
im not a door

she looks like u dont
dont u whisper

i feel like u say go
her drink it, muffin man

no oh like my career
she falls like she falls

like planes burning
wet stars, her drinks it

like coffee of her no oh
get away singing

planes of her, she looks like planes
she looks like u dont in a dress

dunes or death sleeping
in the name i know the sky





my prairie sings

cinderella sings in the universe thing
its a rooster system, daddy calls
to swallow yr hats, yr life like this

what is snow daddy calls for u
are u in my prairie bible
he wants a suburban loyal woman

u are not where my prairie sings
air moving around cowboy poem
grandma hissed u are not

where my prairie sings
dental wendy says life is full
love, its a rooster

alethea sings inside my sociopathic wolves
fat birds in a rooster suit over the skin
love is burning my prairie muscles

moon was just a routine
love is burning my prairie moon
love is burning my universe thing





swim up to u

addictive fireworks
trembling for his fingernails

yr bird says o
what are u doing

jetlag woman, i wish i could
baby, i would

i can't talk yr machine
i was flash and scratch

his red smog, apologize
o, dreams u owe

children sing foreign
birds say o

scratch eyes inside zebra rent
rented children; o molar baby

his sitcom inside her
whirring woman? i really want

to paint fear
hide and the moon

the teeth couch boys
and birds, thanks

kiss inside her birds
birds say a planet burns

the moon outside
swim up to u






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