Random assortment of bits of itty bitty poetry [work in progress]

our speech was like spontaneous combustion
unexpected and words tended to explode
into new ideas, hybrids of old ones
new ones entirely
"have you read On the Road?"
and suddenly we were on about
writing poetry and
drinking coffee
sounds perfect

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we go out in jeans and t-shirts
looking and being average
we get buried in no less than our nicest suit
not sure what that means
but it sounded important when i thought it

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i'm
tired
if you can't tell
i just slept all night
well that's what happens
when you sleep

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it is said
my ancestors danced
to bring rain
whether this is true
i do not know

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the two of us
you and i
we were never
and so we are
perfect

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i may be a fool
but i’m not your fool
and
you may not be a fool
but that doesn’t mean you’re not a bitch

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seduction isn’t love
that’s why i prefer to
woo

do
you
prefer
to
woo
too?

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stupid ideas
end up written down
and typed up
with words left out

now it’s poetry

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full minds prefer
mostly

empty

pages

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pretend this
is
exactly
whatever you need

and you wont have to call me
in the morning

but
tell me
how do you like your eggs?

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