Heart like a bloodred bomb ~
Oh love, oh love, oh red-blooded cliché
you are captain of my shipwrecked heart
Striped hep cats may burn like fire
in the jazzy night, but you? You burn
like cold cold ice, like nitrogen & glycerin
like a bomb, oh love oh love.
You are the bell tolling, that cracked
old bell of freedom from this island
we are cast upon. I want another ship,
captain. Death stalks us like a ninja,
and I want to go home.
But love oh love, oh bloodred love
you will not abandon ship. The ghost
of something dark beneath the sea
haunts you, and you will not jump.
You halt, you dance in ice cold fury.
You are the bomb, my love. The bomb.