February 12, 2003

Not too long ago an oxygen tank exploded in the apartment building across the street from me, killing an old lady and starting a fire that gutted the fifth floor. It got me thinking about fire, which in turn led me to write the following lyric.

Sitting by the fire
That’s supposed to warm my chill,
I wonder if it ever

And I think,
Fire, burn me.
Turn my faults to ash.
Whatever I can’t smash.
Fire, burn me.
Char my sins to black,
‘Til I remember nothing,
And don’t ever bring me back.

Fire in the winter
Should keep the cold outside.
Whoever called it cheery

And I say,
Fire, sear me.
Burn my past away.
Have mercy
On this muddy clay.
Fire, sear me.
Crack me ’til I break.
Oh, rob me of my memory
And never let me wake.

Purify me,
‘Cause I’m drowning in my flaws.
Test and try me.
Kill the person that I was,
He haunts me.

And I pray,
Fire, melt me.
Wash away my sins.
Consume me
Where the flame begins.
Fire, melt me,
Pitiful and frail,
‘Til no one here remembers me
Who ever saw me fail.


I wonder if it’s time to go back on Prozac.

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6 Responses to Not too long ago an

  1. JW says:

    No, don’t go on Prozac while its absence is possibly giving rise to such brilliant lyrics!! (Only one line I have a question about, and I’m not sure I even have a good reason to question it; I’ll email you.)

  2. Ed says:

    Selma rocked back and forth
    In her special chair
    Yellow were her dentures
    Purple was her hair
    Her mind was but a jumble
    Of random nonsense thoughts
    Memories of better times
    Of cats and quilts and the lot
    Regretfully she gazed
    Out of her dirty window
    Wondering where her life had gone
    And petting her dead, stuffed pit bull
    “All the dreams the I once had
    All those things I’d do
    Where did all the time go?”
    She looked down at her shoe
    But then a force came over her
    Like nothing she had known
    A strength that was not of her
    But from a source unknown
    “I will not die like this,” she yelled
    “In this dusty room!
    My life will not be meaningless
    not some dumb old prune!
    will achieve my triumph!
    I won’t wither away!
    I am a brand new woman
    As of this very day!”
    And there she stood in glory
    And until her end she gleamed
    Which was 4 minutes later
    When an oxygen tank
    Just beneath a plank
    in her living room floor
    2 feet from the door
    met with a spark
    and then the dark
    Was lit with a blast
    And then very fast
    Blew Selma to Smithereens.
    –Ed Shepp

    I’m sorry–that was irreverent. But I couldn’t help myself. Forgive me. 😮

  3. Tina says:

    As a published writer myself, I think it’s a great poem… you have talent… 🙂

  4. Convivia says:

    It’s an excellent lyric.

    And Effexor is better than Prozac. Better orgasms, and less weight gain.

    I wonder why they don’t use that as their advertising campaign?

  5. Faustus, MD says:

    Ed Shepp, I love you. Will you marry me?

  6. Ed Shepp says:

    Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment (in my dusty wedding dress) for so long! I’m so happy! 🙂


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