#71 - the third person

11.3.20

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the third person

throw a line to a drowning stranger

at it again

sometimes sings along with me

third person is the one who’s fled

left this

it’s under the old eternity eye

all powerful to boot

even now with thee

just as prone to cheese and schmaltz

see into this face

it could be yours

just as pity needs a self

we rely on them to vote

and got between the covers

an extra wheel, anonymous

after the event

there’s never just one

wall flower, ointment fly

innocent on stand-by

it’s like you were there

take a sworn statement

appears as the objective fact

third person is telling tales

good only for this

simple past

eternal present

I must have left them there

as much to me

as is with you

and often comes between

these days takes the gender stroke

because we cannot know

but I say s/he cause ladies first

pull out the chair too far, it’s a joke

a threesome

much anatomized

look under the machine

not an historical personage

how’d you like to hold a narrative convention?

it’s the same old story

tired

often perjures

though ever in the box

loath to take the direct object

how long can you live in a bottle like this?

meet then better not shake hands

I am the author also

tell it how it is

do you see them chained, blundering on?

each of them with a medal in bronze

I call the cave to light