Trip And Find Out You Were Standing
"Poetry is a way of haphazardly exploring words and ideas"
She explained
We were sitting at a coffee table after a poetry reading
I was looking at her breasts
Others must have been looking at the ceiling because
Their eyes kept rolling up
"It is like treading a mine field, but it can bring
substance to one's life, even when all else
Is empty. That is why we have poetry"
I put down my coffee and slammed my hand on the table
Everyone jumped out of their seats and stared at me
Then I said
"Well, why don't you go tread a fucking mine field then"
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