• loudspeaker moon  (amy trussell and donna kuhn 2003)

i know she felt like a bird

on the moon; an email,

she was wrestling me

a bird cooks laundry

i know she felt like horses

when she read a horse flew

up to the sky, she wondered

who had died

you cry blue loudspeaker horses

i know she felt like the moon

out of the laundry an alligator

milkshake crawls, cry blue horses

crawl out

as if an email was blue

she was electric on the

rowboat, extreme ocean

blue blackbird

i am thinking of amy today and am posting a collaboration we did.Words of sleep

i get volcanoes when i stop dreaming words of sleep

forehead inn sinks below a guitar; i’m sick of the city’s

tarnished atmosphere

even your eyes are like stars cooking dreams

inside food; arcade release; go home, tower

spine

your wife’s in the sky now

roasting a sole sauce

white eyes open a worm

like moon octopus

if u need me, fused clothes

hang in the tower; i really

need these blues

anything floats inside a sponge

she’s your phone bill silence

slicing turnips in a white

storm

doves dreaming words of sleep

while a street slopes to the

nailed tables

volcanoes in your arcade

octopus miles, octopus

sauce

white storm inside a sponge

i’m your octopus sauce

wife in the sky, go home

i’m a storm inside a sponge

dreaming words of sleep.

amy trussell and donn kuhn 2012