your face is on trial
in a sweepstakes
you're already spending
it like you're east of charlie
sheen
ninety people lost their lives
looking for an acrobat as
others prosper
a man is chasing a tsunami
i have lost significant parts
of september; we lost 11
years in your land
the wife is the capitol of my
heart attacks; this land is
nuclear reactors, the last
time i worried about japan
blow-dryer free, 2 offshore people
with ethics and song detention
i lost my wife international
i look for my wife and search
planet earth, i lost my wife house
i am him, a father, peak oil
everything is sweepstakes
no life; i lost my son, the study
shows i got to ride no better
i am lost in my needlework
one time united states has heroes
for hire, everything they reach for
toilet biography with comics in hand
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 biblio-
teka. 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.
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.
Donna Kuhn is the author of nine 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 artist and dancer. Her blog can be seen at DigitalAardvarks.blogspot.com. She lives in Taos, New Mexico.