spoke joe to jack

e.e. cummings

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spoke joe to jack

leave her alone
she's not your gal

jack spoke to joe
's left crashed
pal dropped

o god alice
yells but who shot
up grabbing had
by my throat me

give it him good
a bottle she
quick who stop damned
fall all we go spill

and chairs tables the and
bitch whispers jill
mopping too bad

dear sh not yet
jesus what blood

darling i said

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  • lolkeke

    WOW, READ THIS E.E. CUMMINGS GEM AND IT REALLY HITS DIFFERENT. TYPICAL CUMMINGS CONFUSING SAYING SOMETHING. LOVED THE PART "O GOD ALICE YELLS BUT WHO SHOT UP GRABBING HAD BY MY THROAT ME", NOT MUCH FOR POETRY BUT THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE. IRREGULAR GRAMAMR AND SO MUCH EMOTION JUMBLED IN. IT'S LIKE A PUZZLE YOU GOTTA SOLVE TO GET THE FEELS. CUMMINGS REALLY KNOWS HOW TO WRITE 'EM.