Le Glit Bleu

Le Glit Bleu

By Aran Meredith

I had drowned my self

In a teaspoon of distress

Fallen in the eternal swirl

A cup of Egyptian Gold

The scent of glided decadence

Is it a little bit better

than nothingness sincere

Had I lost my mind,

Or so did we all had

I had accidentally washed

My brain in the laundry room

They told me to dry clean too

Don't forget 

to dissect the elephant in the room fully

Before put it in the fridge

2016.11.