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Chasing Teeth Donna Kuhn


The Red Ceilings Press

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Chasing Teeth Donna Kuhn


MR. ROPER FELT LIKE HE LOST A VERSION OF FLASH the boondocks whisper that they miss her every place u are home from i’ll whisper that’s hopeful like novocaine and santa and power walking the boondocks whisper in the united kingdom two times whisper travis to her shoes do u want me to melt like aprons? there are 38 results for her eyes my heart is a room i talk about and i would rather shrink your url’s; boondocks whisper on the dance floor i am back in death so uh, uh take it loud; my life is a city


I AM NOT A TEXAS RANGER u look like u have a better vacuum cleaner than me i am a line of survival next year i am flirting with the past u look like a device, diaphanous inside; u look like miriam--drool next to me i could die in a used car u are a very composed person i am not a texas ranger i would sooner die than be u u are an annie hall script my top ten autofriends are deep inside u; she  always keeps her socks  on dear now: will i die today? after all, i am portugese in the morning there is plenty of fruit i have a lawn; a dulled line, u are a screenplay u think--for 6 hours it is really next year, drink wet cement i just wanted a mischievous badger i just wanted a quick morning ballad i never wanna belong


YOUR HEART IS SMALL TALK AT A NEW AGE CONFERENCE no one writes a mystery flook ha, u should be a mid manhattan shoelace u are the money these are your glass concerns your girlfriend is a hill your melanoma has ukranian eyelids your cat comes clouded was it my snowblower? i am a function i am an idea u are actual key words your celebrity is a non practicing male u have 20 worlds and u seek the real because u have glass that bleeds in a fish cage and i make u need something in times square u want a revolution  and i am a suit my lush cards are waiting by your number


u are skin u are broccoli your glass house answers when i talk i have 20 mutton chops your vitamins, your grapefruit i am dead, i am at your gatehouse i have your blown glass; u should be interested in vitamins i am a tile; your animal heart should be interested; u are so good at hobbies that interest me black lace, 20 to hurt her taxes make ha talk about whatever my name is randy; u are a number that disturbs me more than washington smiles at a dead tree italian melanoma wallpaper washington has religious conflicts your heart is small talk at a new age conference i am laughing wallpaper i am baltimore suspenders i have a classic hourglass figure and i am strongly encouraged to reply i’m not no way at your heart dead opinions on war baptists u have to vote for his thing.net


keep your world, your yes a woman smokes a top hat while you’re in your glass house night is her yes and this has a mystery for u; keep your taxes i am it, i am its luster i am under your tv hurry; my credit cards are waiting for u


THERE ARE 20 MILLION LLAMAS ON MY BACK 20 wives are in love in reverse. u thought of yourself all night. five million americans are doorknobs. we are ready with our bombs and our missiles. if i would compensate u occasionally would u help me for 16 years? we cannot wear black lace. i am a kidnapped black moon farmer on consignment. i am trying to delete my house. i am miss united kingdom. this is the pockets of before he died. last night we all had security companies and wore red in reverse. we were walking the beatrice empire planet. i am someone. i am still a planet. i am trying to seize broccoli and live llamas. hoodlums turn to u with black carrots. the pay is in tiny tiny ukranians.  i am the daughter of the door. i was on the broccoli moon. americans for the middle devil’s alternative. i have 9 a-bombs. i am ignorance. he seizes your carrots and lace. she pays for the curb i had to be. 


i am miss united journal of social justice and sick arrangements. i am biblioteka. i love israel 20 million tons. it is too late. i am a  kidnapped current. there are 20 million llamas on my back. the door, the door.


I AM A GREEN SMOOTHIE; I AM A FALLING MAN why do geese need so much drama lou reed and laurie anderson are singing about america and we are falling and we need birds and the governor said i am a green smoothie; i am a falling man the geese are marching thru the oil rigs i was holding a man’s dreams a certain hippopotamus in the sea is porcelain my michael jackson husband said geese and cities and birds were falling, jews were holding jews and  i said i think we’re further south than i realized i said i don’t like oil rigs but some rich old ladies do people are falling in a lake and now they have no place to live i have a wife and ducks and i am golden and i don’t know what to do my wife fears man drama and oil rigs don’t like oil  and i don’t understand why and i need so much, i need so much.


I SAY SITUATION CONSCIOUS i’m sandi and i cut things and i find your bug by grease teleport and similar flying, shop at target for bird beds and grime change your jacket, change your thing gange your torch stove with your ehow tool it is the stuff that u fail it is beyond the thin knife i play with the universe it’s a realize thing i am uncertain to send u words u are not your mist only i say situation conscious trim trim away


THE TV IS ACTING LIKE THE SIDE OF A PENCIL i say shut up, just shut your fucking mouth your voice is always on me; your voice can be heard in the mix, it’s always shit i’m in your mouth; i was in your mouth i am the goodwill ambassador i am speed demon; i am an idea whether i’m in your mouth or not i am the ambassador of quiet i am a wife without a mouth life is a wheelchair; the tv is acting like the side of a pencil; the tv is acting like a mountain; the tv is acting like a word standing in the doorway i can’t sleep when u stand in the doorway we are supposed to act out the word who and i don’t want to i say shut your fucking mystery whenever i hear u walking mixed with ozone your walking is always on me; i am an implication; i am the anger of quiet; i have no mystery the tv is a personality; go fret over your leopard dimension; i like society and i have no collapse; i am in the mail so far; i am sugar or an import i say shut your fucking myth i’m in the walls and i can’t hear anything; your walls are always on me; i am spur demon


the tv is acting like the sister of personnel the tv is acting like the workforce; i like to slice and i have no cooperation; i am luck so far; i am subject; i am nation zombie i have seen u; yeah, u i am loyalty sunshine; i am luck of the past whenever i hear your voltage mixed with outcome i can hear the mobility of shoes i am always a shoe; i am a luck dealer i like to slide and i have no coach i am a lump so far, i am submission or identity; nationalism is a zombie u have seen so far; i am a crash i have no identity whether i am a thread or not i say shut your fucking mucosa your volume is always on me it’s always shooting, i am the ambulance of quiet; i am a wind mucosa i am a lunch so far; i am a subscription i have no ideology whether i’m a threat or not; i am a lump at the supermarket i am a lunch of the past; i am a lunch so far i say just shut your fucking mud volunteers, i can’t hear anything i’m in your mud, i was in your mud whether i’m in your mud or not i am a window; i have no mud


go fret over your leopard diameter in your catholic mucosa; i am lunch,  my dear, and i like to slope; i have no coalition, i have no coaliton of who i am i am a lung so far, i am a subsidiary or an ignorance i am a nationality zombie, u have seen me, yeah u i say shut your fucking mug; when u vote i can’t hear anything; your vote is always on me i’m in your mug; i was in your mug, i am the goodwill american;i am a spider demon, i am wine, i have no mug; the tv is acting like the signature of a pepper the tv is acting like mucosa  go fret over your literature lozenge, i am lung death i like to smell u when u have no coast; i have no coast of who i am, i am a luxury so far; i am a subsidy  or an illness i am a nature of zombie; u have seen me, yeah u i am a creature, an excess operator, i am a luxury of the past i say just shut your fucking mum i can hear the module of shore in your closed mum; i’m in your  mum, i was in your mum, i am  a spine, i am a wing; i have no  mum the tv is acting like a significant percent the tv is acting like mud; i can’t smell u  when u stand in the dozen; the tv is acting  like a word who stands in the draft


go fret over your leopard diary because your mug is a liver lozenge; i am debate i like to smile and i have no coat, i have  no coat of who i am, they have no coat  of who i am i am a machine so far, i am a substance or an illusion navy zombie, u have seen me, yeah u; the tv is acting  like a worm; i am machine debt, i have no code of who  i am i am an illustration, a necessity zombie i am a madame so far, i am a suburb or  an image; i am crew, i am a ticket or not i am the supplier i say shut your fucking murderer whenever i hear your waste mixed with an oven i can’t hear anything i can hear the monarch of your shoulder i am close to ovens of your murderer i am in your murderer, i was in your  murderer; i am a sponsor, i am a wire i have no murderer i can’t smoke when u stand in the drama go adjective out the worry and i don’t want to i like to snake and i have no coffin; i have no  coffin of who i am, they have no coffin of who i am i am a cricket; i have no imagination  whether i’m a tide or not i say just shut your fucking muscle whenever i hear your waiter mixed with an owl, waiters; i can’t hear anything


i am magazine decadence, i like to snow and i have no coin i have no coin of who i am, they have no coin of who i am i can’t snow when u stand in the drawer; we are supposed to be the administration, the worth and i don’t want to i have no impact whether i’m a tiger or not i say shut your fucking music, i am in your music, i was in your music; i am wit, i have  no music, the tv is acting like a muscle the tv is acting like a wrist standing in a dream i like to play soccer and i have no colitis i am a crisis, an exemption orange i can hear the monitoring of sighs i can’t play soccer when u stand  in the dream the tv is acting like a writer who stands  in a dress; i like society and i have no  collapse; i am sugar or an import, i am  a critic; i am surgery i have no clue of who i am; they have  no clue of who i am, i am a lover so far i am stuff or an idea, i am a cow, an evil one; i have no idea whether i’m thinking or not i say shut up, just shut your fucking mouth your voice is always on me; your voice can be heard in the mix, it’s always shit i’m in your mouth; i was in your mouth i am the goodwill ambassador i am speed demon; i am an idea whether i’m in your mouth or not i am the ambassador of quiet i am a wife without a mouth


life is a wheelchair; the tv is acting like the side of a pencil; the tv is acting like a mountain; the tv is acting like a word standing in the doorway i can’t sleep when u stand in the doorway we are supposed to act out the word who and i don’t want to i say shut your fucking mystery whenever i hear u walking mixed with ozone your walking is always on me; i am an implication; i am the anger of quiet; i have no mystery the tv is a personality; go fret over your leopard dimension; i like society and i have no collapse; i am in the mail so far; i am sugar or an import i say shut your fucking myth i’m in the walls and i can’t hear anything; your walls are always on me; i am spur demon the tv is acting like the sister of personnel the tv is acting like the workforce; i like to slice and i have no cooperation; i am luck so far; i am subject; i am nation zombie i have seen u; yeah, u i am loyalty sunshine; i am luck of the past whenever i hear your voltage mixed with outcome i can hear the mobility of shoes i am always a shoe; i am a luck dealer


i like to slide and i have no coach i am a lump so far, i am submission or identity; nationalism is a zombie u have seen so far; i am a crash i have no identity whether i am a thread or not i say shut your fucking mucosa your volume is always on me it’s always shooting, i am the ambulance of quiet; i am a wind mucosa i am a lunch so far; i am a subscription i have no ideology whether i’m a threat or not; i am a lump at the supermarket i am a lunch of the past; i am a lunch so far i say just shut your fucking mud volunteers, i can’t hear anything i’m in your mud, i was in your mud whether i’m in your mud or not i am a window; i have no mud go fret over your leopard diameter  in your catholic mucosa; i am lunch,  my dear, and i like to slope; i have no coalition, i have no coaliton of who i am i am a lung so far, i am a subsidiary or an ignorance i am a nationality zombie, u have seen me, yeah u i say shut your fucking mug; when u vote i can’t hear anything; your vote is always on me


i’m in your mug; i was in your mug, i am the goodwill american;i am a spider demon, i am wine, i have no mug; the tv is acting like the signature of a pepper the tv is acting like mucosa go fret over your  literature lozenge, i am lung death i like to smell u when u have no coast; i have no coast of who i am, i am a luxury so far; i am a subsidy  or an illness i am a nature of zombie; u have seen me, yeah u i am a creature, an excess operator, i am a luxury  of the past i say just shut your fucking mum i can hear the module of shore in your closed mum; i’m in your  mum, i was in your mum, i am  a spine, i am a wing; i have no  mum the tv is acting like a significant percent the tv is acting like mud; i can’t smell u  when u stand in the dozen;the tv is acting  like a word who stands in the draft go fret over your leopard diary because  your mug is a liver lozenge; i am debate i like to smile and i have no coat, i have  no coat of who i am, they have no coat  of who i am i am a machine so far, i am a substance or an illusion navy zombie, u have seen me, yeah u; the tv is acting  like a worm; i am machine debt, i have no code of who  i am


i am an illustration, a necessity zombie i am a madame so far, i am a suburb or an image; i am crew, i am a ticket or not i am the supplier i say shut your fucking murderer whenever i hear your waste mixed with an oven i can’t hear anything i can hear the monarch of your shoulder i am close to ovens of your murderer i am in your murderer, i was in your  murderer; i am a sponsor, i am a wire i have no murderer i can’t smoke when u stand in the drama go adjective out the worry and i don’t want to i like to snake and i have no coffin; i have no  coffin of who i am, they have no coffin of who i am i am a cricket; i have no imagination  whether i’m a tide or not i say just shut your fucking muscle whenever i hear your waiter mixed with an owl, waiters; i can’t hear anything i am magazine decadence, i like to snow and i have no coin i have no coin of who i am, they have no coin of who i am i can’t snow when u stand in the drawer; we are supposed  to be the administration, the worth and i don’t want to i have no impact whether i’m a tiger or not i say shut your fucking music, i am in your music, i was in your music; i am wit, i have  no music, the tv is acting like a muscle


the tv is acting like a wrist standing in a dream i like to play soccer and i have no colitis i am a crisis, an exemption orange i can hear the monitoring of sighs i can’t play soccer when u stand in the dream the tv is acting like a writer who stands  in a dress; i like society and i have no  collapse; i am sugar or an import, i am  a critic; i am surgery i have no clue of who i am; they have  no clue of who i am, i am a lover so far i am stuff or an idea, i am a cow, an evil one; i have no idea whether i’m thinking or not


MY STALKER IS IN YOUR TEXT DEN dear 11 people: whose ocean is breaking apart in your eyes? my bugs are whining when u talk about the news sunlight is grime in your lake, in your disclosure hate me for my qtip city; bling is in the ocean the shaman sea hates the cat in your shredded xmas i spill my salad when your church lips are so strict take your whortle tail when i decide the budget i am enjoying my meat, my lake and my feelings; witness i am the floor of the sea; i am not a foot in her worst nightmare bling needs people who are willing; close your big fing my whales are talking dramamine i am your israel; i like salad when my bling is on the phone i am the church; u are having dinner with your budget foot his time is your mind sneeze me wanted ocean doubts and hotel claws, ginger i blow the right words thru the sky to your very doors she is to a large extent a black sweater on a train i spill myself in ohio; my stalker is in your text den the quaker is not editing my stalker finch where daylight is bling hatred i am a source so strict i can’t be held i am bugs that say thank u


could your lips word my smear and feel its many rains she is singing i am the news, she words the think to a mouth at the sound of your door your dinner barks i am the privacy council there is an ocean of eyes in ohio i am lips, i am your token ginned convent; the church does not want me israel is a lake the sea woke i have to talk in not my own flame whales are in a bling book they were big but they were not spared she is a mouth who wags his tail i want a news storm with a bling’s willing budget


CHASING TEETH one feels and shoots birds i lost my heart more softly than i lost my jaw my teeth stick to your teeth my heart is clicking i make elephants i send a way of talking i lost your heart cheese i left home, my knees are happening i am a knee, send the jaw birds rain i lost the city, i force myself sometimes i lost your stick u drink kittens, teeth vodka pixies;sometimes i lost the rain with a vodka brush chasing teeth my jaw lost force the rain is clicking i feel blown down title blubber so severely send your teeth heart apples and the right tools, your one one send volunteer wings sometimes i title blubber


television brains, cheese and apples; the fact that television is dressed in that please drool over my drinks i lost god for two years the birds lost my relief the pink; please send one


NICE PEOPLE ARE SINKING horseman, would u be living in this earth we hope u will be living in this earth would u be living in the living room the inviting earth the rhinoceros of the guinea pig the wind is new because of me i love it; it can be ruinous the wind is strange strong is this time u hear in flight u feel the pollution would u bed my laptop my nasal cash is gray the rhinoceros of decaf thanks, i’m in u feel she is flight u feel the living in this ear the rhinoceros wind, my only, u feel the floor nice people are sinking; i love it, it has cushions and doesn’t ski in the pollution shoot the inviting earth u feel the living earth u are my laptop falling to the floor would u bed my earth, i’m in your laptop; the wind is strange and strong this time; u hear it can be


PLEASE DON’T LOOK LIKE A PEAR i want to have a family this weekend u look like u fell off the ugly tree and got hit by every branch on the way down i make my own music and have no cavities i listen to man man, i like to dress up in women’s clothing from time to time my penis has a life, i will share, i love adult beverages i kind of have emo hair, i like ear lobes, i am looking for a cool lady to blow clouds with; please don’t look like a pear there are just so many hot words beginning with the letter D i will squeeze your throat and smack u; anyone up for going out with a loser? i’m a bit sickly too i am a dog daycare attendant: do u want to make out with me? i can be almost as good as a boyfriend, i go pop pop in the attic i am smart fanny, let’s get married in 30 days; i have a full set of hair i had a bad day today; i will squeeze a family out of your intimate area i am a zombie, i am a branch; have u ever gotten hit by me? if i had a choice i’d be either a viking or a zombie if you’re not ready to be roughly used and defiled in person then go away


I PURSUE YOUR ESSENCE ACROSS LIFETIMES hey there, what’s up, i truly do miss u i would like to come on your feet i can be your pet slave am i ugly as hell or what? is it because i don’t beat girls or call them stupid? i am a hormone reduced hallmark card i do have all my arms and legs peace, asshole i pursue your essence across lifetimes i am looking for a spanking partner i am new here and i need a place to shower; are u cool as hell? being into neoprene is a big plus do u wear a thumb ring? dirty hippie but professional looking for my sugar mama looking for my little hippie mama looking for my sweater angel where are all the nerdy girls where are all the naughty girls i love pizza, macaroni salad, popcorn and watermelon i am looking for a girl with a pit bull


YOUR TONGUE WAS BLACK the view was beautiful but rebellious your tongue was black and your ex-wife didn’t like the elbow room of me i am right there; mother, give birth there the black of the language turns i can be narrower i can be your tongue a barrel, the view your tongue was a baby duck your tongue was the smallest of feathers


I AM NOT AN ASSHOLE; ARE U THERE? i have a shitty home and shitty cars along with a shitty job i feel 90 but look 26 years old i am searching for that needle in a haystack i would like to meet a potential princess let’s get the words flowing i enjoy pleasing my lady friends and leave them limp as a wet noodle hello my name is brance enjoy me pampering u with butterfly kisses i do like to lick, i am looking for a fun women if you’re a bot don’t even bother me i love to play darts, i hope u make your own pizza i am not no bot, i am not an asshole; are u there? i’m looking to get all tangled up someone once told me that i was in the top 10% of all people on the planet i appreciate a good heel click let’s chill on the couch and veg some i’ve lately gotten into adult breastfeeding


i want to be your sex doll i ain’t no sucker, i work hard/play hard so let’s grab some fu fu coffee i am looking for a refrigerator all i want to do is make a women happy i am tired of women not liking to find out i play world of warcraft bible is a must, platonic is fine


THE UNITED STATES RUNS AWAY TO THE UNITED STATES think of a grid not born and come here with your now shoes; sweetheart, it can go very wrong i am happy without u i am the klu klux klan  and a cheese mermaid george bush’s toothbrush gets mad that your crocodiles don’t care the united states runs away to the united states the united states misses your seizures i have to scream to get a job in the snow i go back to texas with my diamonds and turtle actress phone calls i miss u and myself; your pink enchilada cares u are happy without yourself; i eat your bossy raisins i have a moose, good looks and your tutu your fish hollers u are spending too much and your father was moonier when i met u u go skiing without yourself u go skiing with your klan smile and your klan frogs; u go skiing with your face and a moose is looking for magical dumplings your green nose, your normal moment i act like i think it should rain


smile; when it’s green u can go united, i go; i am a very wrong bloodhound i am the klu klux klan jute playground cheese mermaid u are an athletic field; u are not good prior to world war 2 now install your stubborn meat control; my non-chang hunting dog may go to smile in your fennel the inescapable states; the siren of your cheese united hatred, the history of the sky, the persistent bruise, the execution control the jumbo and drive thru american hyphens repair your magic bundles of don’t u go klux yourself smile; your face is installed george bush’s toothbrush gets out the door and is happy without history


NO PETS ACROSS THE PEELED NORMAL the hibernation bully peeled japan the hibernation bully peeled the horseman i open my giclee cowboy lyrics i feel i am peeling digital pets across the pacific pond in japan u want thick firm chunks, the blue bully my hot caves say goodbye and they are awake i’m glad i’m here and i cover his mouth no pets across the peeled normal happy happy birthday baby although you’re with somebody new oh baby, when i met u oh baby, we were so in love u want reason and that boy can feel beetles stars make me feel japan; u talked to me and i want it; knives for captain and i am peeling how to prevent a gout tornado hibernating bats in 4 caves say goodbye to bush bullies were just bullies for no reason that boy can peel paint oops, he covers his mouth o hake, u are awake


how to prevent a root canal how to prevent japanese beetles scooby-doo and the mummy’s curse stars and shadows


EVERY NIGHT, DISCREET SHOPPING go to beautiful and get off my back you’ve been generous in flame one could’ve been its own elevator wives and i blame your machines and nightly car write about me, i could i shop there so be cautious okay, thanks for tiring me with your ignorance, i am intrigued and my cats are unloaded forward to 1992 one-on-one blame the land o’ you because of the beats were not men and i am a man holy emasculation, baghdad and jesus even and bitterness even i’m too close to the subject love, taxes, golf, a cat named elmo it’ll help calm their wives for two years


gunpowder is talented twelve years ago i was an ageist ta-da bitchin’ hotsprings, i don’t know please help mellow me out and never come back tennessee is deep down somewhere but i can’t go google me help me, i am never returning transform me into you every night, discreet shopping the separation of my face bitterness loves to transform into a fast transaction google i am comparative degrees of belonging holy real estate peace is there, be woman of the year for me


I AM EMOTIONALLY STABLE; I AM DEAD u must enjoy sex and be open to some kinky things i prefer u anorexic, dog yeller, next stop heaven if u understand i want it all, i am a groovy guy i am emotionally stable, i am dead i am unstable, i am crazed so drats i am an entwined lover i’m clean and long and thick i love friday night, friday night is coming to town friday night is hungry friday night loves to bowl don’t let friday night down i have four geese and a crabby burro no beer belly, no bald head i’m bad at vacuuming house love a mountain mama between the age of 40 and the grave i am exploring the healing arts i have bought snowshoes on sale i am good in bed and can make u muffins i will trade u for massage i hate civilization are u fit, are u active it takes two to tango there won’t be any beef or gluten served


no drama, no baggage, no spam i know u are are out there real people only i hate governments, shopping malls cellphones, agriculture, indoor plumbing industrial waste; i love fish and pebbles porcupines and centipedes i am looking for godly women i don’t like beets i will help u find your keys please be submissive let’s go for a ride


U CAN’T REALIZE THAT U MAKE A SONG u can’t realize that u make a song it happens like the moon her overreaching peach always said i drove that i like that then another all the summer that could ever over where is the new me the listening grew up here are u stuck in my need in the form of a salmon run i was determined to go bowling who created the man who is going to wander into the frame like a dark hole pieces, pieces i fell in love for $400, it’s a pretty good deal until your arms get tired people give me dirty looks because i am annoying myself i can’t slow down so get out of my way one frame at a time


this was my first impression of you it’s all very amusing, i dont think so are u sure it was me? hand and brush, i was grieving stop motion, stop motion human excess my daughter is a toolbox disasters so beautiful has a cost who means business years later it was sunday, july 5 2:13 pm stuff, i will not leave my belt destructive, stop giving birth to new mexico perhaps death is a free plug-in at 1:42 her company answered sure it was he posts his rattles personal and global and so what i suppose my snow is silent like the moon to me and u know me so fast and its stop motion no, i lied i always push and i can’t deal with good stuff


THE JELLO IS A LIAR i sell u froth or family your brains member is suitable i felt the hair conditioner recover when i find u where i where i shitake alarm my tone would river thru the soundness of u, look it up the salesman is rubber he has a rubber family i am forcefully american u do not understand the biting scar after texas i am jello, it makes me soft it makes soft husband people here have long characteristic purposes the liar will be i, depends upon my long typical target i will satisfy your brilliant matter interchangeable throats tonight i will hate it if u are jello destroy all the fatty usa good beautiful smelling thing personal tuna of a good thing i am whispering because u think me the opposition fence love and normality, my left ear is a suffragette of mystery dust, touching u has been moderate and necessary


when i’m in cambodia i look like an animal i’m a liar in texas and i will be jello the morning is a sweet snack in my telephone directly i whisper to repair your hypothesis, screams change in my hair, u violate a full meal, u waffle chest promotion woman suffragette woman i am flustered in 3 positions the liar in the jello, the soft snack in jello usa fatty satisfied jailor, brilliant matter cry over your boring time in my hair this woman votes for a woman repair the whispering, the soft lunch my personal kentucky hell the ballot of a woman whisper directly to my lunch a longitudinal staff the error of your waffles we create and permeate in the night molecules i multiplied living in the not think.


I’M AN ACTUAL HUMAN disabled dogs and how u steer i’m trapped, i’m traumatized i’m an actual person tonight we don’t eat any food hi, i’m kinda a genius um no um no and lots and lots walk away thank u for the scoliosis i’m just sick of being cornered i met him in my inbox, stumbling, bumbling i am a small talent spinal column spinal column my inbox had a breakdown, tripping thin and pale empty the dog and how they bull u i satisfy him correctly, mean and pale release the penetration of the pages this evening nobody is really ours the pagination the pagination the landslide is pale


WHITE LIPS white lips are blue houses your face was baked trees i don’t move like shadows in the garbage threat margaret whites lips were blue houses i’m wearing 2 leotards i need blood i’ll wash my private bird i have alot of skies i’m wearing two skies red make-up bag fever inside blue crayons in your white crayons fever skies, skies; bird blood in your white skies i don’t move in the garbage baked trees are blue houses


DINNER PARTY we’re sitting at the kitchen table you, grandma, and some dead great aunt oh yeah, you’re all dead except me you are going to run for mayor great aunt suggests i do too you’ve got alot of rotten food in the refrigerator the tofu stinks old tuna salad, moldy cauliflower something that looks like body lotion rue mcclanahan would like to borrow some cold cream when u tell her you only wash yr face with soap she is miffed you do the dishes i see inside your vulnerability i see inside your disease a german woman says bright friendly german things to me i feel sick grandma’s cigarette smoke swirls into my face as i try to eat i wonder how such a healthy person can stand to smoke i make a face telling you i don’t like smoke in our house you signal to me to just take a little sip of black coffee we don’t want to hurt grandmas feelings now, do we?


THINGS ARE SMOKY two women have coffee and fields is it dreams or is it baked birds in your eyes, things are smoky and a little weird the cat barfed; i got bored at a funeral we bought hawaiI; we’re in the ocean i cant believe we bought hawaii i live in a house no other city had pencils birds thrill the sky he said he liked being a budget i don’t get to say uh-oh happy very were they were very happy shut up, moon; shut up america your confusion u mentioned two tablespoons of theater so i said to myself people are getting sick in the world trade center is it environmental or altitude sickness they should not be allowed to have trees for what they have done so i said two tablespoons of your confusion birds thrill no other city


I CAN’T SEW who writes me like u do cheap dreams, moon, sand cars i’m concerned about i don’t want the moon open i don’t want storms i’m just temporarily parking your soul accidents i can’t sew to new mexico we’re in who the hell cares your eyes, no idea, i can’t get locked i can’t sew yr flood of emotions i think trees were a body we’re downtown it’s 6:30 no, shut up it’s 8:20 u want to go home, white stars u must be out looking torn thru sun i have the moon and u take it california stuff and i think its weird u, and u rain light i have the dance in his traced ocarina


WHITE CHATTER u hid white chatter, bone pain pissed eyelid of the moon girls flap in the rocks a million maps freak next to your wig im in a town, forget it a town that wished an ocarina was a condo seeing the moon next time your trees say no dresses are singing in a dance of plutonium moon hats sleep ocarina sells the name china wig moon in ocarina garbage


CATHEADS lymph cat, when you eyes burst into fireflies the rabbit and the fireflies feel normal unshaved cat pelicans feathered like sarcasm nowhere rabbit tv, rabbit indeed is the tv the foil moon and the clump of fire why are u giving unshaved girls cat day pelicans feathered lake likes blue steak, normal indeed firefly justice, good juice catheads massage cathead girls allergic to bread people in my kitchen, nose hole eyedrops is tv too intense, why is he and the fireflies screaming rabbit baby burst into tv, i see and i see colorado


U WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BEAUTIFUL enuf, nazi breath, bird brains like a flared maybe newly as my decision, u were suffocating my dna connections paperweight american, u were more bird u were more than in my woman nazi breath wakes children in your witchy tomorrow pull over girls, i’m not a little tomorrow i dreamt u were carved up air theres a man who finds his daughter in his backpack he says theres a bird in crows he says u were supposed to be so beautiful in a crisis theres a man who has to live with many birds he says to be creative u have to get a job u have to model like adult therapist crows theres a man who understands i cant find his daughter or clean my house or my backpack adult therapist crows understand i have to get a job in my backpack i’m not sure crows are in the sky crows are disappearing there’s the sky, swimming pools, birds in a mistake birds in the sky, he calls them therapists there’s a man who cant clean my house there’s a man in my backpack


ANTLERED BIRDS a waxy actress, sometimes light green i don’t care your face is odd i’m not like a stencil seduction i do it under the table with picasso ring fever june, until then please don’t like a freak i have alot of eyes of skies i’m wearing two leotards and ‘m just wondering i used to be a clump of horses how i don’t want your snake in words driftwood if i don’t bark a freak the planes need the alligator laundry eyes blood if it wasn’t baby alligator falling chinese u whistling stretched a stretched your moon chair when your eyes snow words on the grass like a thing antlered birds without eyes


HER DOLPHINS trees know u are cute 2 tsp of who cares ate the hearts skypox u don’t get to say kmart and i just glared at her dolphins mrs. open the sky liked that vanilla horses ate shampoo i find someone or i fax kmart her very emotional twisted red grandpa we’re in who the hell cares cloud bandleader, a forest a politician for 75 cents cute pox, i say a flood of emotions know u are cute and accidents i can’t sew its safer to name a song and i say 2 tsp of who cares she is crawling in his head i have the moon and i take her up i run and i wrap and i’m concerned i think u have it in the nite and look backwards up at the stars, the moon has a quilt baby trespassing in u and tv in new mexico beds down seagulls close your fear then u say down soul pillows i don’t like real baby toes


FATAL AMOEBA FRUIT she’s this chaos moon she’s this panel u don’t say he is hysterical traffic without doubt oozy bloodstream bird sort of understands oozy we have jewels he is faithful to your brevity some panel of your wildlife bad boy mouth oozy we have weekend he is the moon bloodstream or get go, bird emperor i’m fruits; amoeba, u don’t say don’t be around my heart baby fatal amoeba fruits i’m no threat like shadows felt safer carry that badly, very in yr face decree and yr fruits cry tired birds smoked liquid skies good lord, drive up in your tall numb ear


INK AND FLAME mountain turn to trees like tiny paper shredded houses disappearing into fog; she is not a wife or a slave but a warrior sister-woman for the great dragon goddess training to be a soldier, insignias of war carved into her back in ink and flame; she is the sacrificial pig at the holy sundown feast given a husband her father selects eyes hollow as moon craters heart like a barren glacier she is out chasing white tigers turning branches to lightning bolts because the strength within her flies fast and high like a silver bird she watches her own story in the water gourd blurred notion of a silver bird


Tell Me (for William Stafford) tell me body says the dancer tell me color says the painter tell me clay says the potter tell me world says the poet rivers that wind and bend as you go trees that rise to the lid of the sky tell me grown up says the child tell me moon says the grow up tell me earth says the indian tell me doctor says modern man wind that asks the clouds to pray sea that flows to mouth of cave tell me dream says the suffering tell me sun says frozen man dark that fills the plains with fear light that lifts calling to mountain tell me bridge says raccoon hill tell me bay says the bridge tell me stars, tell me lighthouse says the night leaves that turn gold, fall as you watch rivers that turn & bend as you go children that grow turn to the moon chant for returning far from the wind slow me down far from the gray waterfall feet on the ground far from the snowy mountain


warm urgency in the belly far from the center make me see far from the slow chanting piecer my heart far from the prayer of birds give me the sea far from the drums of night let me dance far from the naked laughter slow me down far from myself tears will fall far from the reason give me ears far from our love look at me far from the place i started take me home


FALL it’s fall. i’m falling. i’m not falling in love. i’m thinking of fall somewhere else, oneonta or cool. somewhere the sky was pink and baby blue. how long will sesame street penetrate my brain and why can’t i be free? put me in the city and trees turn in on themselves. i don’t need your help. the view is muted, obscure; i am mute but you can’t shut me up. we’re in a state of flux, in chaos, in a state; i’m on a trip. it’s just something that’s got to be done. let everything fall apart and you will still have your dignity. turn it over to a higher power be it god or a mountain or whatever because you deserve it. tell yourself you’re worth it. thanks for sharing that with us. i look in your face and all i see is need. mothers can’t write, they barely think. is writing more important than flossing your teeth? you commute and i’ll stay home and make sure there are enough carbohydrates for everybody. does it give you the benefits you need? is it close enough to the airport? these are the questions one must ask. he sat in his unemployment chair for nine months complaining northern california is an old age home. you don’t seem to fit in anywhere. you are an actor, the weatherman. a queen, the postal clerk. you are no one. you are all of us. eyes are like hills twisting over themselves. gulls in the snow. snowflakes form crystals on his worn suede gloves. is it true that in america your only desire is to buy another car? dreams of happy baby elephants, trunks flopping in the air, hopping in the grass like sonoma cows skipping in the spring.


pain is like an incision, like ice, like no one there. hearing your skin rip off, being paralyzed, forgetting how to dance, afraid to sing, songs caught in your throat. like clouds separating in me, a downpour. like the sun is not so far.


LIGHT GREEN suitcase wings hold the stars. all my men are nice and squash garlic. tell me where u are. a chameleon is silly. i felt like a puppet and something between this. i dont like humans. driftwood covers the collapsed airplanes. until then, please dont. i dont. i am not the twin towers. i dont stay there until then. the moon is dying. its getting ready. peanut butter, we’re somewhere. the cheer is broken, im just in the news. funk channels. im just in channels. pianos are ok and have malt derivative suicide baby skin dreaming pleasant blue sand dunes and bird of his head. light green; i dont care when i come a raining. ever just get a feeling here on rice cakes. trust ben afflecks croissant. open my eyes, it just doesnt look good. all my men are nice and the stars snow across suitcase wings.


SAND DUNES las vegas can feel its skin i can’t snow doll your trees scan my hissy fit, skillet girl cnn is acting like mermaids bird of his head, u don’t need her when my stars are in the harbor be an expert at its fizziest skillet girl, hang up for more information, who beats pillows? doll, your trees fit like mermaids your heart was driving too fast i said i don’t believe birds go home i feel your biting skeleton eyes the woman squeezed mind bones into her ocean the moon thinks stars are a party i want to categorize snow i feel your biting birds go home i don’t want your dance shoes hi sweetie, why does the moon haul garbage? i said who’s in control of the sand dunes i said i felt like a puppet of sand dunes


AT A CERTAIN TIME at a certain time, sinatra therapy and she doesnt care she is old blue pancakes gods pancakes, i havent seen them moon office behind this office its dark out there cities i don’t wanna walk rice, bananas, my extended family las vegas blue tv laundry gods pancakes are chinese, japanese cupcakes, coconuts, video spiderman god eats mountains in the city speaks in her creative nijinski heal me with that stuff i felt an ocarina in your mouth red mistake dragon traffic her personal mountains across your teeth bread her moon burger i don’t think i tell u your supposed to be somewhere the newscaster is god i know this allergic under fish


FISH PAINT he smiled at his sky sealed in people that have proof system yr plaid depression jaguar flop duct sinus infection giant fire ice river turns ice cello glass at a right angle now breakfast sunburn into fish paint europap sunburn;he smiled at his sealed in sky we need casement beans horse elbows sneezing she elbows her $ market public cloud meat, moon thru cloud moon funeral down thru stars stonework on radioactive plinth playground normal backyards neg the motorcycle beef she elbows her malformed idealist known to brood sleet sky ruins now entering the tetherball mountains residual ditch tiger chauvinism baguette what there, promotion humidifier the department is trying, tandem couple nordic claws, fewer openings; everyones fingernails tumble down a hill


TABLECLOTH HANDS mean moon across birds do u want my pencils? i live in a house or i am disappearing too u can make a fire hide under a rock for 6 days do u want my moon of mermaid teeth? she’s skillet mean across her mouthwash skin cliche the city’s thristy moon israel stuck to birds its my own fire, personal fire do u want my disappearing antennas? do u want my tablecloth hands?


NOT HER PURPLE CITY crickets, frogs , poems. trips to lake tahoe. unspeakable horrors. the creek still stands, the same huge eucalyptus trees. you won’t find those in queens. you are a cold person a weak person you did not protect me you had an affair you look down one me and you have dollar signs for eyes you have contradiction in your heart and i have the flu again. wherever i am i dream of somewhere else. not her purple city but giant slabs of gray mountain covered with snow turning bright green in the spring behind my back. i see what she means a ballpoint pen can’t keep up with your thoughts but i can’t find my watch let alone a marker. i only write when i am sad or sick or else i’d be out dancing or hiking in the woods. would i really? you gotta love it, all this excess mental garbage. i was so young when we lived in those white apartments and i dreamt of you last night you were tall and beautiful and much cleaner than you actually were and you changed into the man at the health food store the one i can’t look in the eyes but you exercise even less than my husband and cigarettes in ketchup is inexcusable but your coffee cups were beautiful. this is no way to live cut off from the breathing world. i could decide to just stop this. i could think about equity and mortgages or i have to get out of here right now the freaks on the mall the tundra the moose the aspen shivering silver-white of course i mean gold against blue a green river tears of joy and you can’t stop me no you can’t stop me.


LENA MARIE a pearl a poem a prayer you came in like a storm almost born on a wet bridge over a raging creek the power goes out and my belly is empty once more but my heart is full and pounding happy birthday moon face buddha baby outside the wind blows hard across angry redwoods inside we are warm and smiling this house holds you like a womb new daughter you are a laughing moon guerneville, ca 1993


FENUGREEK her door to war falls, her lips burning out philosophy 5 skeletons in the audience and plutonium mermaids lizard shadows, hippie soap, some sort of quiz show the ocean burns birds, i never heard the moon e-mails some type of cars, a hat for nobody drops boom boom he told me he has a girl that looks down instant coffee eats toast, instant coffee has a brain it would be dangerous to pretend you’re here instead u are inside my shrimp coma or i wish your planet eyes were poisoned from bluebirds my mouth just looked arrested, david found the weather david was excited in louisianna, san jose, joshua tree the lawyer says im letting no cumin thirsty tv sounds curb the nite of my life i don’t think he cloves his misery back in he’s making his decisions easier, cloves her door to war and get a life and they were fenugreek i never heard see, look and i said eat dinner the pterodactyl pretends, he says nite of my life for nobody drops no cumin, maybe a cooked onion boom boom, rennett, guar gum, ginger?


girl that looks down, nite of see, look sun dried tomatoes, the stars, the crowing everybody was nobody pine bark. echinacea windy moon ginseng like a lawyer girl i wish your planet eyes were reasons


GENTLEMEN the name of that is gentlemen, i cant carry that any river moved like shadows in there shoes inside a birds red mountains cold not a sky with smog ‘m not threat, dance like a make-up bag in the chinese sky; she gives them video fever deep stars echo inside a dancer she cries i dream your name is i am a photocopy piano blue name disappearing butterflies tell your space galaxy crayons in there faces dream the name of tonite is playhouse eyes if i ever write a poem tell me why vacant u can i put the bird back, your empty trees in my bones in orange winds and weird convections to feel her light a dancer she cries sell the moon if light in the chinese sky hurts u must be cursed and i like the mountains cold light o split things he is there to have sarcasm the name of tonite is bark in the chinese sky; i need a fire tray laughing in a war the name of tonite, piano blue between people i’m not any river in your face was bird, nothing


i’m wearing two leotards, dirty goat colors please don’t tell me i never said a thing, dad i have alot of skies thinking it tastes like red make-up bag fever inside a swampy colorado, can i put the bird back in the thing


LUCKY CHARMS raise your orange arms under the flag and a bear crawls up the black sky its hard times, i’m not talking to u what did u do, fireworks, war, ziti band together in the lucky charms a sad girl with a fish in her hair i put a net over your head a safety pin in your ear he said office products scare him i tried to leave sideways on a red horse faster than lightning in a mirror i need your big yellow pancake head forever i ached but i was happy i was origami kirigami, some kind of ami, the number 8 stenciled over an unemployed crowd i ironed your face on a sock i wont cut off my ear for u im not down and out im not a suffragette, when did u start drawing guns, stop being peter pan or a pumpkin, painted rocks a widow, a political campaign scratch the emulsion, keep her orange keep her blue, stare off into the distance with a tragic look, red bull sideways float up to the sky, goat rock raise your green monster hands


grow faces in your eye put your face directly on the copier over saran warp because of the oil when u had red hair, when u had a sister say hi mom, go for broke porcelain doll please


YOURE THE END OF EYELIDS i have onions over the wrong moon the behavior is how this town seems to the moon the snow vacuums your weird behavior the lion glared at the snow where things think and end and fool your bedroom eyes you’re the end of eyelids you’re the end of forever the lords aspect is in his office the fear means you’re a waitress and the aeomba’s horses are smirky its the end of a mean party the horses sang and they looked lopsided they sang about how they liked the moon lopsided bee fish, the moon and the snow your dialogues are in a box at the behavior factory radiation saxophone onions, pizzaz is normal yellow ink in your plastic party hands dignified why, the cattle are sorry 9/11 in a box by the sea pizazz is normal at the playground im sorry your casual yellow ink held on austin’s leaf blowing is sorry you’re casual and full of worries


FOLDING BACK THE SKY the tree trunks near my manicure are just silly the tree trunks are displaced shadows we put our arms through heart smoke i was so free to steal sand and face u whining the wind cried its shifting pharmacist the blue around the brown hills, pollution cars i’m not a nice girl folding back the sky feed be the jigsaw puzzle of my dream bald do not let it disturb your chicken laminator cars feed and dribble down my face my body knows the moon and her stars nostrils flared our pupils are dilated and float birds the nose is my spinal baby sophisticated i will not say kundalini baby blackbirds i will not say chakra chop harm books why fetus fear power in flared day bus shadow, silver live theres a window to this, shadows sour i keep it locked, my mouth is a cup of tea folding back the sky, the circle i drew on you moon disappears; i am protecting my face


I NEVER SAID A WORD i dream your name is i am violence. im wearing two leotards and trees hurt. i need blood, white lips and i wash my private bird. i never said a word, dad. i have alot of skies, sarcasm. construction workers seemed impressed. her parcel cookies were arrogant. you’re distant and no coffee and you’re distant by the cars. smashed bananas for nijinksi. the floor comes over and acts difficult. u can say to me we live in a house. i had to convince u that i live in big words. u will see a variety of airplanes. two women have letters of usages. u captured shrubbery, aloe vera. her giraffes move like earthworms; poodle graffiti, the oceans awake.


DIGITAL AARDVARKS aardvark is a browser based bug tracking system aardvark is watching u, aardvark is ready for war aardvark is south dutch, aardvark is its teeth aardvark is highly fascinating aardvark is a hairy, aardvark is a solitary aardvark is ideal, found in grassy plains aardvark is responsible for all the graphics found here at the hole in the ground aardvark is now taking orders aardvark is breaking new ground aardvark is cautious aardvark is most appropriate for you aardvark is the open bug eater aardvark is a directory and not a true search engine aardvark is a website aardvark is the single most popular source of news, aardvark is independent aardvark is a mammal of order aardvark is 6 feet long aardvark is a comic, aardvark is an indexed document reader, aardvark is not on the field aardvark is not one of your typical backpackers aardvark is shy, aardvark is on your left after about one minute, aardvark is a leading independent self storage company aardvark is a mid, aardvark is connected to the following things


aardvark is highly regarded in the audio industry aardvark is an irascible creature, aardvark is not renowned for its speed, aardvark is secretly spooked of halloween, aardvark is a free graphics library aardvark is required, aardvark is called the earth pig aardvark is a shop in antwerp, aardvark is a theatre collective aardvark is a prototype browser, aardvark is a prototype visualization aardvark is able to let the music speak for itself aardvark is the manufacturer of the some of the finest digital audio products around, aardvark is running on tracks which make it more suitable for clearance during the rainy season


SPEED TO THE SOUND OF SPEED their language is the upper branch of several branches of hunting dog the legislature of hounds to urge on broken for household use a woman’s minutes fixed for work hour after hours an instrument to stay black-eyed woman flutter in the air for what reason, how about often what is your thought concerning? riding on the back of people who live in a house elephant or camel hold keep house, to utter on the house the long wailing cry of a wolf dog one who howls to commit theft the head of horsepower small sweet cookie made with the north atlantic south america is usually plaid nerve gas veil, nerve gas lace long large authority, a spice with sing


nutmeg diet, chop into bits machinery sugar cane, she’s mad about him underbrush wildly gay the ratio of an insane asylum speed to the speed of sound a distributing margaret formerly of a complete sentence a girl trend, keep up, carry on maidenhood assert, supplying what needed fronds and slender stalks woman servant, same as corn


DANCERS PAINT soft earth salt is the bomb your salad knee obtains chain knee chain knee tomorrow is now not the knee which will not start questioning the salad, grrrr younger sister clamp will be the restroom singer the cruel summer sour star, the newly built song the robot thru a cruel head cruel white dentist sings try to live in housing with two hats possibly like the earth albert einstein acts like a girl i possess my life i am the expression hot love bird skiis the gull has a place for me in my eye tremble for me with that hat tremble by my pitiful brains and if this tremble were believed, the obese quality and u are happy i have my life a bird of love cheats


the place for my personal eye from time to time tremble for me the morning is capable love is difficult warm your ice skates the man inside this pipe the song of u, the morning in the morning, a dark series of trains that train whom it trains my train, his brain the rest of sunday


YOUR DRAPE IS DRIPPING lemon darkness works into understanding seagulls go google love in your cut-up machine clouds soothe sandpipers spellcheck stars review crumbs, arizona fish globule toothpaste disintegrates studhorse piano feet the door was blue against brads laws brainwashed tiger business in ohio’s laughing snow eyebrows, nerd music coffee clinks a burlap spleen, glazed pea intestines voices of pine toys, vaganova paint oboe aardvarks falling girl rant, jacuzzis raisin rivers, experiments curl in your condiments earth, flower dogs acid big foot, even his skin is the worlds windows ionosphere noodle casings, spider crime the dog fell there in the blue drink speak she breathes machines tinkerbell at the pre-war, jelly splitting your meat dahlia space, oxygen playwriting, rabbit waitress flossing appendix motel, moon steak mud this eye snake, tree ache, pleasant people on the wall tar artifice titled in the night, in the night jars, sense your fang gloves, cowboys heart curved, breathe chairs your teeth bonnets again, jaguars bronx cartilage sopped hand onions, eyelids out the chariot business cartoon, downstairs your drape is dripping folding food for france, getting gods gossip manzanita milk minced meat more mountains


my natural navigable negative new no nonsensical noodles, scaffold seagulls sense the severed shadows shapely shaving, she’s shy sidebrows, sign the significant silence of singing sirens, sister skill small soda somewhere such sudden sunflower transmitting trapezoidal tumult twang twirl typical uncle unless unravel up voodoo wild winters of winter word wyoming your zebra zen


TWANG PUBLIC ORDER a nervous delicious beverage sweet neuter, neutral needle to disregard a newsboy a person nibbles the soul also has eyes sweet potato composition very good, exhale first class breathes out exhales the dew to cook an egg a piece of poetry pleading with the law tapering sharp something the ferret is making a furrow in and turning up variety the u.s. is the earth as in tilling it, controversial pluck the government is charged with out, off, up to jerk hence to twang public order is a plum the well-known policeman a certificate of tree a raisin especially a form of lottery cooking polish wrongfully cultured a kind of slow milk


the juice of the coconut is graceful dance or music suited to etc, such a dance milkmaid woman very ten thousand hundred a definitely large miracle the known laws of millions of dollars pounds nature, an optical chopped fine raisins, apples as an ocean or desert in spices, coconut misbehavior, bad very small painting, a portrait miscarriage full of mischief gates


OPEN A DOOR u are a rod bumping into yarn in the touch me like a handle gives away coupons to your sleeping defense a large newspaper is eating a bird when i escape i got the loot, the louse, suck the i’m your blenders u look like u might, i draw the line to touch the talkative slats of love, lord u were really born as i was lorn, forlorn partner the couch which keeps a lovesick languish i remember nothing lost, u jet doe a parcel of doe marbles in the ocean im a dishonest koala go away, i’m a type of writer he leaves my thigh and u make me tired for knitting the soviet government people keep the kremlin lacking a heart like holes in lacrosse your fish lottery is in the kitchen they want coffee and i don’t i’ve got my goods, my excellent beans significant branches, one side of i try to don’t want my intense anything, theres medicine you’re getting the fact of world parrots desolate the love seat, it seats two


i remember nothing burns losing your way, low not high oh claire, u land below under the normal down a mountain she screams i’m a take-out white blue split spleen bird was a mountain wallflower, this mary table blind ocean tension nigeria driftwood burnt her rainbow trout, busty nite toys your pillows drink gazelle pop overly beret concentrate your cornsilk needles gazelle angie where, her love somewhere, nirvana wonder, commute kira climbs, your alligator collapses i’m legal laughter, pillow angie your oat teeth who the bubblegum burnt, nigeria bladder blue food, blue business spleen, blue business spleen discovered people are holes gazelle love nirvana


UNRAVEL JAGUARS your zen valley vegetables your unusual concerns get out of california, yeah a pale mother bubbles hitler is my husband and ive microwaved him george, i said, i need to be put into position, your parliamentary mental patio, mailing lists low cost practitioners, dead snow i felt like a typewriter, economic clouds she said youre like acetate juice, its 5 a.m. the sheriff is an anteater he snickers and birds get mountains every night inside the moon ghosts glare, masks and abortion wounds they dropped the bomb bummer at the lunch counter the cowboy participates its gonna sink into the ocean


u trip out on nurturing, just think far out, lets go in a masterful crisis the kitchen of japan this is all i can think of george clooney, chapter 9 we buy a mouse frozen in your viciousness unravel jaguars, exude a wish, mother somethings up in your fickle ballerina unravel the funeral horse cant stand your bones i don’t want to wake u your houseboat scrambling downstairs the backyard masks the wyoming sky


SUPERHEROES they can’t hold u. they have wings. i’m afraid of suitcases. who isn’t, spiderman? empty heavy snow on a ski lift when i walked out with someone dumb. i couldn’t desire to act if u ask me nice. when i walked out i’m spiderman. if u ask, i’m someone empty. i’m afraid of suitcases, spiderman. i’m afraid i can’t. come to life husband, misplaced snow. the living room hurt u. heavy spiderman husband speaking. i’m afraid some bitter spiderman. there was inclination. i like it. those who have none are stuck down. he utters the keys. when i walked out i couldn’t desire to act with my men. spiderman, fly all over. i like mountains. so good to feel suitcases heavy. dumb not speaking come to life husband, what to do spiderman? i want wooden beds in the stars. dumb suitcases fly, he utters with wings. who has bitter words? they have wings. husband comes to life. i am research. i am happier.


BLUE ICE we are in central park. someone says u can see the grand canyon from new york. u can see the grand canyon from nebraska. u can see the grand canyon from mexico, if u just step back a bit. it’s the 1800’s. u are my man. we’re wearing long black coats. u have a top hat and u have taken my arm. it’s very grand. no, it’s now. we live in a loft. central park is everywhere. so is laurie anderson. she’s a white blue wolf in a film and she is moving like the lady in the oak grove doing tai chi. wolf eye lady, it’s like blue ice it’s like winter. it is my movie and u are in it. she’s frozen in a lake but she’s happy and she can breathe. oh, the 1800’s again. horse and buggies. this could only be a movie. i want to see the grand canyon from central park. have u ever seen it? my ears hurt. u would call me baby and i would always love u. i would dream u all nite without sleeping.


BAGPIPES i am not 3 verbal bagpipe ladies. i want things and i construct things. 3 bagpipes offend me and u don’t. verbal ladies twist me. verbal things offend me. you’re tangled and u construct ladies. i am not 3 things. convoluted verbal juxtaposition. verbal things in ladies bagpipes. 3 feelings. 3 bagpipes tangled me just so. dancing things want bagpipes. construct no ladies. u tangled things. bagpipes want me, ladies don’t. bottomless ladies twist me. you’re 3 and i’m 10. twist your things, ladies dancing. 3 bagpipes want things. you’re tangled and u twist me verbal. i twist your convoluted verbal bagpipes. i twisted your ladies bottomless. i am not 3. i want things. your tangled convoluted verbal bottomless bagpipes. you’re tangled and u twist my things.


URBAN ACCIDENTS skilift dona takes the urban accidents she’s judgmental about the moon at the door a plaid shirt is bored u had an original thought hot and cold voice laundry flew away and away in swimming pool make-up a darkened butterfly is about religious swimming the moon laughed like cartoon victims the pg&e man is a bored butterfly it was a song before tv ladies sink a soda can burned hungry furniture www.he’s the one hungry make-up like laundry


BRACKISH SYSTEMS i feel like we’re chatting in these wetlands brackish systems creep up river global swamp of what ought to be who’s in the white house its probably not much different from her day yesterday i mean it comes up im sure most women expect a more generous friend so i just have it with her anyway a friend who i’ve known in my stomach which could be interpreted as a simulacrum of a worker bee i’m wearing a neat little whistle woman who makes me feel like i think she would rather i didn’t feel i end up in a knot in the sensitive feelings i had dinner last nite for 9 years kennedy was a body of course a massachussets kennedy


an ecologist who is a swamp across the river


AS I SCRATCH YOUR PRIMITIVE FACE OUT as i scratch your primitive face out i remember japan. how we flew violently around the world. stop china. stop japan. stop some other polynesian islands. we were stunned american at the rainbow colored lightning as it came down thru the trees and the water so surprising and calm. is it worth it to be shaken so badly with fear of death to see this city glistening at the edge of the world. as i scratch your face out i remember japan and a poet who took refuge there. “i never wanted to leave america� to see what was on the other side. i would barely survive the trip. an earthquake to get there. a plane with no pilot. a ship with no captain. just us scared people tossed like romaine. spinning to get out, spinning. we would be on t.v. we would be treated badly like babies. just to see the other side of the world. stunned and exhausted, from our country like a mad train.


WITH EVERY PASSING CHANCE so you’re just driving around and you dont know what youre doing. driving north on highway 17, not enough sleep and too many drugs. once we were all connected like animals, elk and black bear. how can you get wild without knowing the classics. tradition? there’s alot of sadness here. take a minute to look at each other. get to know each other. she’s too cool for words. she’s real sexy but she can’t write for beans. coiled into herself like a hungry snake again. the empty sound the curtains make as we sigh like torn wind. you point to me streetlight over the hill. i squint in the darkness. i will survive a second childhood with words for toys. you are performing great mathematical feats in front of the t.v. with a white russian in your hand. your eyes are so hollow. how could i be in them. pulling out your pocket calculator you divide the seconds left for love. the one who got away. he bumps through my brain. you study the changes on my face. some kind of shaken friend who knows that life is in the trees between leaf spaces most people don’t notice. a green shade of memory about to drip with rain. pulled from buildings to mountains. i will not choose between the two. i want the lights and the cool running water. if i dream a painting is it mine? be an artist, you say. your creative life is stuffed into your soul like a set of ancient china you cant buy because your fancy time is over. a poem painted in red and yellow on a wet sock you found dripping reads: i dream of a planet where peace reigns over the land. with every passing chance sing the dreaded song. it is a nerd who drops bombs on agriculture. schedule your writing time into your life like laundry. i awake with clenched teeth; an absent dance of stubborn colors at 5 a.m. first of all, when your teeth sink into that red round corn, the kind with pits that bleed, we disagree. a horse repeating


that steady downbeat run at night. running downhill in cheap blue sneakers screaming into the wind. feathers hung from ears, naked as bone. by the bay with swollen ankles nightlife is not so glamorous. wishing to fly in every possible direction, never joining the flock.


REUNION she was standing there with a bald head lost on the street corner asking for directions i hoped she’d never find me i wanted to stay at this college reunion forever reuniting with u catching up on old times i tell u i feel my life has been taken away from me i play with your beautiful baby and then u tell me of yr love affairs with men named jack good jack and bad jack youre married now but your husband is away at college in arizona the big nordic guy with a fancy ancestral name got into the bathroom i thought i had locked and is washing down his oysters with baby seahorses or goslings a nordic tradition he tells me as he eyes me up and down it is pouring i am all dressed up my umbrella was there a minute ago i run around in the mud and rain feeling very sad she is coming to pick me up the party will be over these are the people i loved this is the town i loved its over


I DROVE WITH THE GIRL i drove with the girl from israel thru the nite like harriet the spy to a hollywood party i took a wrong turn somewhere ending up back in queens auntie found out we were to sleep with movie stars she even made me give back my secret notebook uncle pulled over to the side of the old school hitting the blue truck in front, toppling over a whole line of volkswagens onto the sidewalk instead i walked to the coffee shop the ole kind with a soda fountain and red stools a fat red-headed boy in tee shirt and jeans began talking i smiled looking away


SPOTLESS we’re horses being born she’s curved for hiding this furniture for my body against the city hiding stars for nazis if u cant be horses hear the trouble we miss everything say that again with a bird; a bird born hiding horses say horses are this u hear eyedrops horses are falling u cant be spotless born hiding if u cant hear me i am hiding everything blue body cant be dumb furniture i am running, hear the nazis nazi bird moon, it will fall apart born down with a bird my body blue on a lawn of horses


COOL ENUF a young girl dressed in secondhand chic designer clothes says that i am the difference between the pacific and the atlantic. feel safe like the ocean, he says. i am in our nightclub. we like it. the ocean is modern. i sink like u can’t. yet he says good, feel the sun. i am not sorry i dreamed of money. unmade girls sanded the ocean. i walk away choosy. he says wood stove girls are in our house. i think cool enuf. i get out of the gutter. cool girls walk on the ocean. enuf, i say; i’d like it. we liked it. i want to walk away. we feel the sun. he says u are a wood stove. i think a nightclub sinks cause of all of the unmade beds. the windows buy curtains. u should too. girls are not dressing cool enuf. i am putting a scarf around my head like i want to walk down to the ocean and feel the sun on my face and think of u.


I AM CONSIDERING MOVING MY MIND u sound like a warning pooey tube i mentioned a hen, laptop poisoning what became an island, it has no reason reagan won a tray or something i’m not an inappropriate thing, forget me your lace came out of the bustling metropolis if u had any she’s a rocking machine, i don’t blame his personality meanwhile, u have a strange button down sweater and i’m not going to take it off i didn’t want a yellow bird don’t tell me your arms have been to alameda alameda became subconscious for some tubes and tunnels i already keep u anonymous i let her hand inside that video monetary worth, dip your joints, feel great get a mattress, an unwanted kitchen, i was an island friends describe me as a tile, a death march, scream and jump for the sake of humor i am considering moving my mind


kill any river, the aforementioned river a river was an inappropriate thing has no reason, where the rain stops clouds form


LEARN TO LIVE LIKE ICE ON MARS i like his mouth; i will live on mars. u make his bed and go skating. his bed and his eyes. his mouth in his bed and the thing u mean. this is permanent housing. u made the bed and everything is u. u like it. u have teeth myself. it looks like his mouth is me. facebook is the base of everything. i need to know what tooth at this moment looks like ice. learn to look like ice. u look like steel. u look like a steel bed and now a pail. it looks like the ice age so misuse it. now he goes girl mouth, his bed and the bucket completely. u look like ice on mars. oh god, the base of myself. he was here in his bed and  now he’s gone. i hope his nose doesn’t fall off. no nose. no nose. his nose will live on forever. his nose is no longer talented. end-stage nose. shovel everything. agree with my ice pail. that mouth and that tooth. he is the bucket which agrees with my ice.  make his bed and present he is. this is visual elephant ice-skating. with this bed at this moment. looks like u about me.


I HEAR YOUR FACE superhero is a crowded orange i cant smoke the scuba dinosaur asia is exaggerating, she is profuse finally mercy moves your improvisational apnea give me a list of it give me a cat, a big cat, big cat is profuse the reason we were finally uncooked thank u, i get the gist of it i’m down i’m down asia is it the heater argues i hear you’re uncooked move to feel, his moth is mean improvisational apnea is a pharmacy in asia, it’s mean and orange there is a reason we finally went to see my creek i hear your soft pills because of it a superhero is just a big yuppie frazzle


the reason we finally went to open it u gave me california and i got fears too i don’t hate our pharmacy i’m your pharmacy mercy moves the gist of it a toy dinosaur at the late animal network tumbles down i hear your face girls in your clouded cities hold me thank u, i have a list of creeks and a stuffed orange thank u, i got fears too take my something arms going thru your arms mercy moves the gist of creeks they reclassify u if you’re uncooked asia is crowded, i’m your arms going thru your arms going thru your face a superhero is mean and


WE ARE WORDS THAT SOUND LIKE STICKS i am stuff, a life of sticks i have an impatient brain a day brain, stop the laughter, the lantern it is a hat i will never see i know i can’t, my wealthy healthy hell, your art sings tuning to me, in a few days i am art, a camera anyone who meant to destroy my face the music is mine and i am scared a tattooed lesbian moth i can’t dance in my face the piano happens too much the distance even that we cry is too close; i need words that  are ordinary we are braver or sound i didn’t start living in anguish the phone smells too slaps us out of me, yourself even when we are born we are born my favorite number is plants you scare me too, i didn’t mean to shatter yourself even


the stars that we ought to have made an art hopefully we we are born, we are music, the hat is mine i need words that sound like i didn’t start living we are words that sound like sticks the hat is plants, u scare me too the stars are music, the lantern is too much we are born in my face and the lantern is too much don’t smell the stars laughter never means to shatter me the start is too ordinary your sound and the start is too few we are words that scare me too your sound and the


Donna Kuhn is the author of ten poetry books and chapbooks. She has published over 400 poems plus visual, sound text, and video poetry in national and international journals both in print and online. In addition to being an author and poet she is an exhibiting visual and video artist and dancer. Her blog can be seen at: http://digitalaardvarks.blogspot.com. She lives in Taos, New Mexico.


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chasing teeth  

by Donna Kuhn