If could just get out
of this form
mutate, transcend this pupate
Away from this sluggish
embrace
get higher, get clear
clean outta here
clearer than clear
to crystalline understandability
put all the bits back, put all together
with all the queens horses
squeeze through
that golden keyhole
pretend awhile
that through
this
could touch
you
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Egad!
Serious.
I'm super happy to see so much poetry lately.
moi aussi.
Love your words Jesse. Always do.
yeah, this is fantastic. love the title.
really good.
cool. i just re-read this again, in light of the title and the last word-- personal pronouns and the lack thereof. i dunno. anyway, nice effect.
I like it all...except that last stanza. It's as though it belongs to something else. Maybe it's cuz there is no pronoun. hmmm. I want the pronoun damnit! That's it! Where's my pronoun?!?!?
What are you dudes talking about, lol!
Ordinary English has seven personal pronouns:
first-person singular (I)
first-person plural (we)
second-person singular and plural (you)
third-person singular human or animate male (he)
third-person singular human or animate female (she)
third-person singular non-human or inanimate, or impersonal (it)
third-person plural (they)
He doesn't use any except the last word, that makes sense to me.
right. which is more or less what i just alluded to, yeah?
It's like a tornado twister, all coming down to "you"
Wowzer, thaks for all the comments.
Anyone ever check out Martin Buber. He talks some pretty big crap about the pronoun "thou".
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