temptation will float
in an ocean of boredom
seeking souls as shores.
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war is a fire
set in forests made of men
who burn for nothing.
Fickle
it's fickle, it's silly,
it gives me the willies
it's so easy, so breezy
a word here, a dash there -
a traipsing, convincing argument -
that's all it takes,
for us to make
such stark mistakes,
like a war, or something more
called nu-clee-err, or nu-queue-lrrr
depending on your pronunciation,
your motivation, your
identification cards -
make sure you have them with you,
keep them close at hand,
when you land,
somewhere oh so far from here,
oh so safe and oh so dear -
though the bombs can reach us
anywhere.
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let's make tonight free-form night. or haiku. either will do. make it as silly or as somber as you can.
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i have lusted for
my jewish professor - my
lebanese classmate.
neither would know, but
neither would care - we don't choose
the ones we long for.
why does who we are
seem so much more important
than who we could be?
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my country tis of
thee - of you, of me - of too
much to give up on.