GOD HAS NO MOUTH (for Lanny Quarles)
i am a baton, i never strike something
march when her swan speaks
god has no mouth
god is a sacred crowned dick and he arrests u
you speak like you're bald and you moderate me
stand like a chain letter, god never drips
unhappily among the seizure widgets
you speak of death and the bible-believers sweat
the swan is nourishment
the swan is a lowland scott
in the heart of his envy dumb things are thin with splendor
i am crowned, speak like you're something
a swan in a sarcastic hbo cult
the rest of the lawn is like that
the earth is a baton with some unique languages
the widgets scare me, some of them are bald in the rain
god is who then, she's a swan and speaks in a crowned slice
walking speaks of thee, hello kitty is a sarcastic penis poem
never drop off the gnome when your lawn is jogging whimsy
the swan is me, my voice sees her
you were french people speaking and thinking
he stops when her swan speaks
you're mean in her voice
the turf of the employees heart
u know it moderates me
today resigns, how you resign; its nourishing for you
oh dear, the anteater is a genius, he sees bald people
the men are chronic natural geniuses, a chain letter
in love-struck alchemical hbo hell
your blog is prejudiced, the tv has bird flu
the universe responds
you are yearning
you felt at least as cool
as the top anteater
speak like you're a poem
the swan is art
the blog was god's blog
the ants scare me
—Donna Kuhn