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
