C.E. Putnam

On writing down thousands of bees live in a hive

In the forest there was a door.

        But Chemical Littering.

                                As plush & color.

    I used to be a Certified Tab Technician
    but about seven years ago I started letting her
    sleep with other men.

                        It was hard to concentrate on driving
                        running the machine at full—

                Printout:

                        THIS REWARDS AS THE AFOREMENTIONED
                        ECHO LIFE LINGUISTIC TALKING THAT
                        ONCE COMPLETED DOES NOT/ IMPOSSIBLE
                        WRITE IT DOWN AND ACT WITH AN ACT
                        AS SOMETHING THAT IS I MEAN
                        WRITING REPELS WRITERS

    Why did I choose such a hazardous college major?
    bomb fails—suction discs were the let down.

            We were in a theme park
            together. We drank a strange
            drink and I became a movie
            star sitting on a sofa rubbing
            her as she rubber snapped did
            and the next thing I knew he was
            all over the place and I knew
            something I loved

                    and then opening

                    palms together

                    suggested a final perch


                    into the flowers

Copyright © 2003 C.E. Putnam

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