Digital Aardvarks

sarcastic remnants of star

2009-11-11T13:45:00.001-08:00

she was a translational thought

one day the wife says i don't get your thing romantic

a mere touch might sound like literacy fucked me up

i would say yes i love something, don't take hints from me

the star of my childhood

people keep telling me to burst
i can be sarcastic remnants
now u are 2 different meanings
of love in my head

more words are fried yesterday
your heart thing failed and u
come back hungry

i am not torrents of belief

i have a wall because of my crazy evening

i felt torrents of losing me and i turn in my own neck

i am needy so shoe me
no smoke, sugar; whatever
maybe bored, leave; i use
sense, i am there

maybe i am just neurotic and i had to be around myself

i have a wall because of my sarcastic remnants of star

one day the wife says stars; the planet touches sound
so love in my head is more words with 2 different
meanings of cry

my wife says my head is more

i turn in my sarcastic remnants
i say shit u are a pain, now u
are hard threats of star

the wife says stars
the wife says stars

lovely love i love it against u
i just love words, words are
my family, 2 different meanings
of love in my head thing

yesterday your heart thing failed
i now was at peace and i just am
crazy; i am maybe a hungry neck
on whatever needy planet

yesterday the wife says stars smoke
my childhood is crying and telling me
shit; no waiting for the
inner u

we are words that sound like sticks

2009-11-05T18:36:00.000-08:00

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 cant, 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 didnt 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

i am emotionally stable, i am dead

2009-11-02T21:23:00.001-08:00

u must enjoy sex and 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

destroy the peace/voices: youtube doubler

2009-11-02T08:01:00.000-08:00

    
 YouTube Doubler

blown away rose

2009-10-25T16:41:00.000-07:00

learn to live like ice on mars

2009-10-06T19:55:00.001-07:00

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.

every night, discreet shopping

2009-09-16T17:58:00.001-07:00

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, bagdhad

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

she answers herself

2009-09-14T19:34:00.001-07:00

i am stirring u and i am the weather

ask the sky if it's a daughter i couldn't

carry

i am here with my metro lyrics

she answers herself

it appears that she

might

thanks for making me feel

like the dawn is found

and i can't program u

someone who won't sauce the sun

someone whose sky is tomatoes

u cling to charming and gorgeous

u don't know what to do with me

the altitude is supple in her

bowl of knowledge, a very

calm miso

thanks for the perverted child

i barely know the roads

i am stirring u and i know

actual mayo breathes here

if u don't know the weather

at dawn i watch the pesticide mayo

or i call u into isolation and avoid

too many tomatoes whose heart

cannot hack the back roads

i am feeling broken, charming and gorgeous

thanks for making me feel it till i burst

ask the sky if its altitude is supple

her sun has been the daughter

i couldn't carry

it is necessary to rise with the sun

miso of restocking mayo

someone shows up as herself

and i don't know what to do

she who is herself, herself

i don't know what to do

then a hall with some birds

2009-09-10T18:28:00.000-07:00

i will want to come back here

a couple of birds, a closed

medical building

a chance; you want it, it's lost

in order to escape from you

i can't see you in a forward

direction

then a hall with some birds

another angle of money

memory; she will develop

herself, then a corridor

some birds; i didn't tell u

to live? leather jackets

winter snows

i am going to get there

although i think i have

to get there

i still want to marry colorado

for strange reasons; she grew

up with birds

order birds; at 2:19 pm i couldn't

afford to live in art; i am glad to

hear i don't blame birds; i never

escape her mind.

womany bin

2009-08-31T12:15:00.000-07:00

get down, i am a womany bin

a storm across a moron

shaky across a sky

would you would

u not last

an honest time of destruction

would your world breakdown ho oh

your space how how

how one is rolled

my name is his name

the dinosaur planet

operational

my husband is pregnant and unusual

like u i have holes in daylight

the phone makes coffee

my womany needs a

morning breakdown

a sky across a memorandum

the sky cares to research

would u care to caress

we asked myself

a star does not cross me

in the morning i am hiding dinosaurs

and how how they misbehave

how i mode sleep like a lady

my husband makes coffee because

the world is polite for a million years

my womany needed a morning breakdown

u break down, i am womany bin

the storm would yahoo myself

a sky across a memorandum

a sky across a moron

shaky across a sky

would you care

to research

would u care

to caress

we asked

myself

it would not would not last

a morning storm

an honest star

does not cross

storm arms hold u in a time of destruction

i would world your morning storm

you're awkward and a livid twit

i breakdown ho oh

dude, your dwarf breaks down

good morning, i am hiding dinosaurs

and how how is your space, how how

how one rolled

gonna misbehave, how space feels

like dinosaurs and the sun is only

for my husband, yahoo changed

my husband

only 2 miles up, i think that is his name

the dinosaur planet is operational with

immoral behavior

hoo my knowledge hole

how i mode your park failure

my husband is pregnant

and unusual

u sleep like a lady

my husband makes cofee

because i have holes in

daylight

the phone makes coffee

the world is polite for

a million years

i had to be went from

2009-08-16T11:47:00.000-07:00

the hollow coast is whining

2009-08-14T10:29:00.001-07:00

scrambled holocaust, she solves me

with her power eye and it bothers her

freezing against leaves, u are a slow train

rivers are not genocides, skin the need

to advertise your wound, i never felt it

slow and thundered; u did not stop

for what i see; no ocean; u fear my superhighway

windmills wrote my ocean till it bothered me

unreasonable light, scrambling pinwheel

i think it's called execution; the hollow coast

is whining; i feel your religion fencing

in the closet when your word is with

this word; i feel the door, which door

i did not hear u like u make a river

u are yes and the storms are everyday how

i'm disappointing and the night is a tongue

rwanda, darfur; i have been with u and u

are most enlightened, a man with a wound

u are useful in my heart and in the past, yes

she is laundry written in goat endurance restraint

i am afraid of u and the days will not spread here

a thunderstorm pulled u; a source of dignity

in your eyes; i have felt the pinwheel

and the night's name; i know what is

coming in your religion; u don't need to worry

i know what to think, the holocaust told my head

the coast does not know how to wash her mistakes

u feel the germany of no holocaust, my head warns

my insides bother me; germany has seen my storms

and berated u; u don't know that at 8:18 am

right out of the leaves, the sea has to worsen

no one knows what to feel, a sense of scheduling

love with an overabundance of music and any

eyes see all; all, all of u he said to the water

so write the ocean; get slow and thundered

it's just what i dread, i said in my head

go define it dawned on me; you're not able

to listen; a woman whose name is the mountain

everything is a slow train, a hand, the night

i hear your eyes (for j.r.)

2009-08-08T16:10:00.000-07:00

schedule the love your speaking

i hear your eyes

i felt your have

love spreads their again

love was already not dead anymore

in their loss, the ensuing born

tug

her cultural inbox

u just cannot speak

u are moved by me

and very

not very his would be

i hear your door

love spreads there

and uplifts loss

love has felt your door unlock

unlock the power in my eyes

speak and i

have felt if it is true

and tug her

get up and not believe it

2009-08-07T16:11:00.000-07:00

goat endurance restraint

try it unlocked in the power closet

tug her and u feel born
tug her and u cannot speak

u are a closet when your love door spreads how

he trusts me and u are were and i never felt true

and moved by me speak u ask it would not be

i ask my door for u uplift loss and u are yes

and your kiss felt like very not eyes

i have felt a man with any eyes
u are my power eye, u are that

get up and not believe it

speak and i have the night inspected there

i never felt moved by afternoon and goodbye did the door

unlock u and schedule love like an execution

go tell never that love spreads there

the dream washes her mistakes
your mistakes went out the door
unlock them again

power in my this and u were talking
and i hear like u were very, not slow
and thundered, u are his would be
tug her when you're speaking

u are u so down with me

tug her door, which door do u

skin the story for a wound

i never felt your door unlock

the moon is thru with u

2009-08-06T19:16:00.001-07:00

my door speaks and speaks and i have never felt the moon full of grapefruit

the music gets up and i give him a closet with a head for a dream

u dream of hippo music, u cannot swing with a dream

your lungs are full of music but the moon is thru with u

speak and speak and speak

you're a dream with a head

full of moon

i have never felt your head

u are the music and the music

gets up and my door swings

open and he rents his lungs

out

i have never felt your door

i have never felt your head is full of u

blame it on the moon

blame it on the head

blame it on the feeling

that wants to go to bed

there is music and music and i get the swinging doors

my feet dream the moon speaks

i have never felt the yes he is creeping thru

u still know u were there

2009-08-03T20:06:00.001-07:00

the world did not seem different and sour, sorry

i realize your world did not send postings

did not have a female, it seems potent

it frankly detested parts of you

i'm a spouse, an emotional field

physical wall bets are not sequential

in love, try to flow in a woman's feelings

would you seem to hear a man

the economic purpose

once for a woman's

feelings

i'm surprised constantly by tethers

beautifully in a way (such as a man)

i had little understanding things were

a female, but what would be more intimate

accept much more intimate, if your eyes

this is the elusive, if you're accepting

how this would be interesting for your

poem transcends that is different

the world did not

our world did not

constantly a man, i had little

what would be more, your eyes

this is different

for your poem is sorry i realize

the way it is sour

feeling a physical wall

i am always surprised

beautifully by

a wall sequence of love

stream and woman's attempt

economical woman, u are very

possibly inquired about

schedule the love, flood and woman

narcotic always surprisedly

i am an equal on lavendar hill

your world is lavendar

the need to be speaking

two directions

sour feeling again

sour sorry

not so subtle, everything is fucked

make sense, you

what would my purpose or porpoise

door opens, that is true

poem of flood and woman

surprised beautifully by

i'm sorry i was exciting

economical woman i worshipped

i'm trying much more than your

theories as an excuse to have

control over it, pisses reinforcement

i accept and resent me for sending this

u still know u were there

uplifts your world

pushed buttons make sense

find a woman's pushed buttons

yours, it makes u know that u

would often spout

huge your eyes

this is marriage?

not so subtle though

well then.....................

well dwells in there

sorry but your poem

transcends your health

an emotional wall or man?

if u were pregnant fundamental

christians would love u

unlock your poem

a man is more than my worldly path

love and amplify that feeling and economically a door opens

the word makes sense, the word makes sense, thousands of

years, throw things for me, rational thought is much more

intimate, hear a woman around, i felt your eyes

emotional equal before your eyes, you belong, love, i expect

hmmm.......this has been hard to accept

control the language, right when i write

kept as a man, a man, how

thursday my experience correlates

a way that uplifts a man even if she had little understanding

different dimensions never felt and do everything in return

it's wayward to be too positive, be concerned, try to level

be concerned for the subtle and it seems like your survival

and the world seems like bad behavior and the world

seems to hear a woman's not our world, did my experience

correlate

my not

constantly a man, was sending that matter up

and god no wonder you're feeling it if you're

accepting how aggressive i haven't the emotional

field, the unconscious mind is not very uncommon

to flow there in love, spread their sperm, detest

my departure

that feeling so high!

we hate things

things were a female

different

destroy it

my departure seems potent, frankly

it does not seem different

would when i write a spouse

however to imagine a potential

difference, it upset me too

post offices of very happy

2009-08-01T15:24:00.001-07:00

song lighter, i cannot know u dearly high

his dewy second time, post offices of

very happy, cure me for that one

away here here, into my hear

u like me unless u like clockwork

unless someone is changed

where here hears someone

shot pulse, self yell

wet-made

bathe-facts, leave me to its song

bathe-done, know u like clockwork

hearly hearly into its someone

hear my dewy offices

u know u are into me

very his song changed

hearly

dearly hearly here

into the like of unless

leave lighter

dearly my clockwork changed here

paid for your showing me

your traffic changed

the edge of want

2009-07-29T20:01:00.001-07:00

the edge of magnificence goes away

we would like to escape to the mountain

i don't like to okay you

a husband substitutes for hope

from the bird of u they have

written, empty of the bird

wait me to it, emptiness of

the bird argument: still;

clean the ego for me

hope me to her, the mountain

of the city and they press it

the bird of u>argument:

still: > [ lady

your music, i said, nevertheless

the edge of want ; way away

from u

it makes me feel claustrophobic

i said, to flee, to flee to drive off

then threatened

i said don't let me keep it

somewhat rare and of u

2009-07-23T17:53:00.001-07:00

get off the sky, sleep being clouds in the throat

500 hammers, 500 seas bent in the pants of u

his charms were strange

i use u like a dead man

with some loose device

i am but this, u cloud

this man, conversation

set to clouds

the music

shows up

the seizure equals a man of of music but blue sky me

if you're me, speak; see no clouds

who is felt somewhat rare and of u

lives falling out of your sky, who fell me

she is 50 the sky liked to cry

i am sorry, night; i am no longer falling

it's ok to fall, pour some hyphens

pour his sky, pour fell out of the world now

nightblooming cereus

2009-07-19T19:41:00.000-07:00

Night Blooming Cereus

She could step outside and hear the blues slingers from her door,

though distorted, as if coming through a mojo filter

and the fog-eating forest.

She keeps her aspirations on torn paper in a wide mouth jar

and films herself before a bank of mirrors

and lets the world know she will dance into infinity

branching out from each ladder of ribs

even when all hell is breaking loose.

She dances for the beloved dead, her son who’s cast his spirit

into the black stars and her friend who followed soon on

a skateboard.

She dances for her surviving daughter who, back turned,

fixes her hair, standing firm as a sapling,

She ghost dances for the holocaust survivors and the

derailment of tears.

And for the ocean that breaks and pulls back to throw itself

on the shore again, as she lowers to the spring loaded floor

and cobras back up again.

She’s a yogini and a part-time wrathful dakini, storm swirl.

She has been torn down and spread her winged skirts a thousand

times and pressed for the moon even when it burned and turned

to a funereal urn, the plum blooms bearing down in haste

in an early deluge

Now she goes out on to a wire with a sketch net below

arabesquing to find a new love and dwelling

one foot over California and one over New Mexico,

the practice run for the Taos poetry circus.

There the men contenders in the ring oil their muscles.

But she spars like Aimee, Frida Kahlo doing a tango in

spite of her train wrecked past, finishing a gliclee with a glide.

Or O’Keefe collecting the most stunning bones out on a plain

Among the space ship wreckage of Roswell.

You beat the smoke tarnished silver into something wearable.

I can see you coming out into a makeshift theater in the round carved in

red rock wearing a hazmat suit or astronaut gear.

Slowly you remove your helmet and protective coveralls.

Deep body roll.

You’re dynamite in black leotard, a night-blooming cereus,

There in the moonscape, rock strewn and blossoming with a come-

hither flame in the core.

Amy Trussell

use the brush for me

2009-07-16T10:57:00.000-07:00

i was a silent paintbrush

my virginity thinks for me

your shopping cart is somewhere

i am the shopping cart for a second

i am the cart

i lied to my shopping cart

it yawns with purity

i am leaving against the silence

i am silent somewhere

my crippled cart always

said i am silent

always silent

you'll need me

somewhere

i am the addict who is silent for my purity

i am silent, my lying addict brush

i think you'll need me hardened

i am getting hooked, a paintbrush

in another state, always silent

in another

i yawn, yawn for u

silent in a gone way

who is the cart

the moon, my grandfather is a crippled cart

u are getting hooked on furniture

the moon may cut and i am

leaving the brush for u

my hardened brush

yawns

my junky furniture

i was a time u think of as silent

the moon i am silent

my grandfather thinks

i should be divorced

twice

-donna kuhn and jan edward vogels

u can't realize that u make a song

2009-07-15T10:43:00.001-07:00

u cant 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

-donna kuhn and jan edward vogels

god is in east new york

2009-07-14T17:49:00.000-07:00

i do the can can in the dark

at dusk i start throwing things

it's never twilight, next door

starts crying

god is in east new york

u are talking about a mountain

and he is a shoemaker, his transactions

are perceived kneecaps

your angry plumeria flower says hello

i don't care, u deadlocked witch

thieves are this poet and that winter, freezing

deal out your beautiful document, your newt

my canal is translucent chamomile that sings paper

susan, hello; i cook or attack canals, i care about

the wrong soap in honda town. susan, it is dusk

it can have u

u kiss my tissue iphone, the ring throbbed

in government closet moods, i am feeling

thematic in my head

thematic is lifesaving ugliness, good

i used your canal, your honda can't tell

u how the morning is myself that

chamomile, the mountain where closet moods

i am grateful and cold

my boat trembles

in my school traditions

i am in your database

soybean ceiling scar

wounded this coffee

i am looking for rubber angels

its true, i am paralyzed and i am

looking, u search the coffeehouse

this perceived scaffolding loot

u are tiny houses

a storm in hello

the soybean is

next door

hello mended octopus plumeria

hello thing, scowl; can u?

the iphone says hello

not the ash of this flower

life-saving e-book on

your lawn

i am an iphone

help me

tire dreamer, stay

hello this poet is equipped

thematic doris loot newt

i am your foolish lawn

i am very fresh

it is the future and i am it

i get twilight in new york

and i am your lawn

i oil your accordian

hello, this is the trembling

shrine blackening of stormy

u are soy and i am not legal

my chamomile, it's winter, the mountain

i am business

i am chamomile

i search for rubber hunters

i sleep with strangers for revenge

i tell him he's andalusian

dark, deadlocked, quipped

the sidewalk is walking

the sidewalk says hello

i dance everywhere

wang to my disabilities

my lawn is cold, my marvelousness

your soy coffee scowls so

something about czechoslovakia

i drought your accordian kneecaps

i am singing in the shower, to the lawn

to the mountain, the e-book equipped

with salamander cremate reprinting newt

from your wounded standpoint a spice is corkscrewed

i am no tomorrow talking about your database

u stall and i am grateful

overlord lemon possum

accordian disabilities

ring in it

i do not cremate your corkscrewed honda anathema

i feel i am octopus 105th hello

i am and i cannot stop

animals are so walking on somebody's thing

ring my head on fire, introduce me

u foolish thing

i used to care

why are u flat

my iphone mouth

octopus, playful octopus; i am on fire

i used to knob u

look at the angel ash

soy cremate reprinting head

i am your ugliness, do

i am for the rubber mountains in my head

i am the dreamer for somehow

i used to don't care in the shower

i sing about coffee, i do not blame

themselves; treasure, i can't tell

your database

hello, my get thru

i am the morning tree

i have things, i am a

riot of hello

ring about coffee soybean does not foolish perceived kneecap meagerness

i can't deal with this stupid ringing forever

2009-06-20T11:58:00.000-07:00

this is my dangerous

2009-06-11T18:50:00.000-07:00

u and your 42 seconds there is dark towards

the dorms looked like u were shouting

at your angry table and whatever

happens to a few nights honeybee

i would start where your world is

bark the reason this reunion

felt the permanent dark spots

in this town

i navigate the streets

broken with children

down with roosters

i must get out of your minutes

u are men peeling from the inside

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so my marble doesn't boat

it would be stupid to know u

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this is my dangerous your face is

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