A Labyrinth

No!
I do not want to know sorrow.
I do not want to know fear.
I do not want to know pain.
I do not want to know war.
Go!

No!
Stay away.
I liked this dream space.
Three years where the tears made sense as normal,
in the course of a normal life,
heart aches and aging,
no rockets or bombs.
Ok there was one.
In Jerusalem, that time,
that bus.
It killed a civilian.
By the way,
the soldiers are 18.
My friend’s son,
my friend’s daughter,
my friends,
they are wearing the green.
And Sderot was always being attacked,
but it seemed under control.
They just bombed Holon.
Last night I was there at a gallery opening,
marveling at all the self important politicians, patrons and academics.
Peace in the Middle East,
apparently thats polemic.
Go!

No!
I do not agree.
You can take my deluded,
diluted,
Jewish Utopia from me.
You cannot take my friends from me,
potential futures,
you cannot have them.
Go!

No!
Iron umbrella,
keeps out only half of the rain.
Don’t rust.
Trying to find out where the nearest shelter would be,
if the bombs come further north,
if they make it past Tel Aviv.
Hear the siren,
run,
no choice,
you must.
Go!
40 seconds to contact.
Go!
40 seconds to impact.
Go!

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What what,
is there to write about,
but love love?

What else can stir the heart,
make us come together,
and fall apart?

Death is the only subject that can compete,
and to write of only death,
could kill,
and perhaps love could too but still,
you just can’t compare all the rest,
to blockbuster love.

Everyone can connect.
We all feel love,
or the lack thereof.
Imprinted and permanent,
from first kiss to last,
we yearn for it.

Storms crash through the heart,
flash floods and hurricanes,
of desire.
Under my blanket,
hold me close.
Come warm yourself in my carefree fire,
let yourself be consumed,
let yourself be amused.

Because what what,
is life about,
if not love love?

Everything else seems boring in comparison.

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