Blue Flame

Divide yourself into powder and gold

As the fountain cascades down your vein

You are alive, and you are not

You make the peacock coy

And indulge in dress in white

Eat tofu, and drink champagne

In practised patience

You write on the napkin

A song in foreign tone

Yesterday you stole my toner

And confessed in a little grin

Would you like to be untoned?

Double nines or deus ex machina

Everybody needs sencha and god

Pass the olives to me

It's just a video game, babe

All through the magnifying glass

But you took my flashlight, didn't you

The garden is a silent alteration

Like all your clothes are couture

You listened to the story now it's time to write it

May 2023

By Aran Meredith