Half Drunk Muse Poetry


across birds by Donna Kuhn

israel sticks to his skin
he’s got tablecloth hands

kaleidoscope thirsty moon hairspray
moon of mermaids, i have to go

laundromat teeth; she’s skillet mad
i have my skin, mean mouthwash

she gets miffed; i say moon
of thirsty moon

i want u to quit mean moon
across birds

dont even want hairspray
city hands

someone who quits birds
across skin

i wake up moon of thirsty

i think this moon is where
he lives

i wonder if i can find him
across birds

View bio for Donna Kuhn Published in Fall 2004

About HDM

Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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