WHY WOULD YOU SHAKE
HANDS WITH A MAN
WHO EATS FIRE?
HANDS WITH A MAN
WHO EATS FIRE?
They've painted the streets now. Not just the lines -
as they do, say, in Syracuse for the St. Patrick's Day
Parade. Green lines everywhere. Our world too has
a 'Green Line' - something to do with military force,
a strategy to keep others away. Bang the gong and shoot
the gun. Imaginary red lines, I've heard of them too :
the war-time clangers and the bombs were supposed
to go off. Life changes nothing in its very soul demise;
a departure from the manners of the very-mannered way.
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Listening to men garbed in cammo? Why not. Exchanging
fire with a nutcase duo? Why not. Riding a tank to Mt.
Ararat's top? Why not, again, why not? I want to
leave you shaking your head in confusion, and
yet, I wish for you to embrace me,
maybe hold me forever.
yet, I wish for you to embrace me,
maybe hold me forever.
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