by C. E. Putnam
Imagine: Inside the ship
the wet prisoners tried to burn
the wet prisoners tried to burn
themselves to help them
avoid their new cellblock—
better to leave hysterical
smoke behind
like worthless bitching
The evening star.
Someone, at least,
meant it (the star)
meant it (the star)
as a way to experience
the destruction
of your body
a fissure inside
of what meaning
is to you
and what it is to me.
To The BUNNY and The Yak : What are we doing?
BUNNY directly explained the cause
for these Yaks whose bodies exuded light but
having absolute darkness now
I want unlimited rips
for these Yaks whose bodies exuded light but
having absolute darkness now
I want unlimited rips
The kitchen telephone rings GO
BUNNY BUNNY pounds your
BUNNY eyes up and down
your BUNNY body
BUNNY BUNNY pounds your
BUNNY eyes up and down
your BUNNY body
Sew it back into place.
The fair was in town
and has us come out
gentle with each departed
to spin on wheels
and has us come out
gentle with each departed
to spin on wheels
Bunny really couldn’t listen
to that crap any more
blood smoked through
the linens from beyond
the hatches, shackled
in the sub-deck no one should
stay put in their bedtime nervously
holding small orgasm erect muscles.
to that crap any more
blood smoked through
the linens from beyond
the hatches, shackled
in the sub-deck no one should
stay put in their bedtime nervously
holding small orgasm erect muscles.
The efficacy of this practice was
in the making of frightening noises,
porpoises appearing in their fortress
trees, a rope ladder going up
porpoises!
The body keeps breaking down like this.
