Donna Kuhn

I DON'T GO TO U

my feet on the teeth truck
grieving freeway
you’re the tree
i’m in

he’s twisting so fine
leave blue to hard
solitude bones

give out your parts
i’m u, i’m sheltered
i’m fine

i’m weak, it’s willow time
i don’t go to u

my vitamins
my helpless face
exquisite taste
the damaged
dreams

i’m too quiet so i bow hard
i don’t, so scoop the barking
true

i have u
my spine is pink
body heart barking
teeth truck archery

the doctors were
all young
lion sounds

weeping seaweed
nobody keeps a cradle
hurt roots

bow hard, i don’t
heart barking teeth

my spine is cradle hurt roots
dreams i’m too willow time
i don’t go

i’m fine i’m weak bones
give out your parts
i’m u

SO PUT IT IN A SONG

your quotes shave and they spoke to me
the answer is very simple, he’s in diapers

i am serious about u, madame noir
7 things a man does if he’s really
serious about u

so act like it’s a parade

why beautiful women have trouble

you’ve got to let me go

the wet laundry was being nice enough
men can’t just be friends

she says you’re so good looking u must be logical
call her gigi, she was shiny new, tell me how flattered
she was in philosophy class

RED FLAG

my transcript sweats a lot

don’t imagine u can change a man
she needs to fold clothes

female men talk to women, all women
(YES, ALL WOMEN)

i just want to put u in the dryer

don’t get sentimental, call me

oh, this is gigi

you can’t change
put a stick in it

mayday? absolutely

baby, i’m gonna treat u to best lyrics
i think the games u play are so manly

so, why don’t u leave me alone, you’re smart

i had a woman, just a woman
she could not really be mean

she will be in the parade, not me, lol
when u and i were more attractive

the woman is more likely to do laundry
and a nazi? truth folds the clothes

so put it in a song
a transcript of a
screenplay

a simple yes or no response

yes

HOSPITAL ART

smile in your science archive and plan a provocation
also, take folk music, call the president blocked
here berlin is actually a u.s. photo dog

now hold her big favor, irish someone happy
here a berlin sprint duel, a g&j maurice human
u.s. against the world

decades against words enough
continue to question more seriously
e-mail this photo and go posing as
schily eye

radical islamic tuesday never fighting dog
intervention teams, tuesday conference
with invited rays

army as fast fun saying one bank
ever wondered secretary breakthrough
refugees of unemployed jorg mood

holocaust memorial on roland wishes
an elder is someone happy, the razor
needed nato

surrealist macedonia continues the litter
new film be half of dog teams, hospital
art

u.s. style let it be normally unpleasant
economic hussain and now for bunuel

consistently in their last

CUPCAKES OF LOVE

dolls i dream u vacuum cupcakes of love
in a just woman's script-o-rama

your winter blazer armed with a pink slab
of baby where your smirk is just a woman

we chatter in our monkey's cat cloud
a cervix sanctuary, u see their cupcakes
dream of a party

a big hair dream chewed america
time is not in my brow, a dance party
a fingernail

u are their cupcakes that dream of a winter blazer
where u feel he's always better when armed

#5 arab league armed member
armed where u still dream i am
a cupcake

love in the cloud, your cardboard pipe
the floor at night correctly, u dream of
chewed america

some girl dreams of cardboard dolls
i dream of bears, we are pink slabs
and u are dead

your monster barnyard, we live in my
octopus painting and a square just sang
of a red gecko in your monkey's cat cloud

i need apples in their sugar teeth

u are chatter

donna kuhn is an author, poet, dance, visual and video/sound artist who has been widely published and exhibited internationally. she maintains a blog at http://www.digitalaardvarks.blogspot.com

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DON'T ASK ME WHAT I WANT

it's like you're giving someone a bag of your breath 

don't ask me what i want, no one is 28 and vegas

is undoubtably made of glass

i loved u so stop and find a low fluoride toothpaste

i am supposed to marry someone while cats breathe

mick jagger

i am the ocean and here is a cup of tell me

where is my half naked hairy lumberjack

i am only pretending i am lost and cold

i call adele a fat cow, i am only pretending

to explode, i am tired of brad pitt; i am tired

of your beauty

a stupid smirk on your beauty, now i can go

the cold and the wind; listen, i've had enough

i am interested in my cereal

i am tired of tea and smelling myself

in the long run it was the cold and wind

that listened

don't come back if you're a lumberjack

people don't understand why they don't

talk to me

the cruelty of your face, i am dating brad pitt

and i can't find my nasal spray; u are like a

child to me