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her heart is a jar of fire
palm-sized sun ablaze with desire
eating glass in feigned sobriety
deadbeat deity to a deathbed society
blood boiling one spoonful at a time
cast out with wrath into a bucket of slime
OK, OK, that can be me, that's fine with me
but i can't drink water
she keeps my heart in a whiskey bottle
soaked & broke, but mostly hollow
familiar silhouettes shift in stained glass
sermons run long & the church burns fast
sweat breaking thru the grasp of clenched fists
3-winged fireball absorbed into the atavist
and i can't drink water
someday soon she will hurl this jar of fire right thru my bedroom window
then while i chew on the broken glass, my house will burn down to the ground
palm-sized sun ablaze with desire
eating glass in feigned sobriety
deadbeat deity to a deathbed society
blood boiling one spoonful at a time
cast out with wrath into a bucket of slime
OK, OK, that can be me, that's fine with me
but i can't drink water
she keeps my heart in a whiskey bottle
soaked & broke, but mostly hollow
familiar silhouettes shift in stained glass
sermons run long & the church burns fast
sweat breaking thru the grasp of clenched fists
3-winged fireball absorbed into the atavist
and i can't drink water
someday soon she will hurl this jar of fire right thru my bedroom window
then while i chew on the broken glass, my house will burn down to the ground
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partially assembled from the various slag heaps, junk piles & tire fires that i keep between the lines of my assorted notebooks. i've been sitting on this title/imagery for at least 2 years now, so i'm glad i finally found the right context in which to properly utilize it. hopefully no further explanation is necessary, 'cos i don't feel like providing any. i'm kinda burnt out & just glad to have something to share.
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Sweet jesus. Through the first two lines I started reading this seemed kind of lame, which was perhaps an effect of all the sophomoric drivel I had just plowed through, but then I stopped to remind myself who I was dealing with. You took the idea and ran with it, complete with expert snippets of wordplay, rhyme, and the usual 'total fucking doom'. I'll never doubt you again.