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Light the cups ablaze with overflowing liquid fire
In a decrepit building,
It’s walls reinforced by warm bodies,
Dripping of liquor and cool.
One shot of courage straight up!
How do I do this again?
Lick, salt, lemon scull?
Lemon, salt, scull?
Lost in these living walls,
Take me back to my human touch,
Take me back to my human thirst.
Between the beats,
Between the strobing lights,
I see I am alive.
Breathe it in deeply,
Jar it up in my lungs,
Cellar it in my heart,
So I can pour a glass when reality come a ‘raining.
How I long to hold onto her,
See myself this way just a bit longer,
She tells me…
Life isn’t so black and white,
Your story isn’t about a cup that is half full or half empty.
Your story is about choosing the finest,
Most adorned cup dripping with glory.
Fill yours to the brim,
Fill my crystal cup to the brim,
Fill their cups of jade to the brim,
Gold, silver, paper, and plastic to the brim.
Not judging the chalice of which it came,
But filling it with your liquid fire all the same.
Together we will clink our overfilled cups,
Laugh and set this place on fire.
The next day I will carefully wrap this freshly brewed bottle, rolling it with several sweaters. Tuck it safely in my luggage. Check it at the bag drop counter.
And sit with a restful smile in 19B on the plane with memories of Budapest.
Light the cups ablaze with overflowing liquid fire.