Video Game

Last time you were killed

You pouted

For every play you wrote

was by my rule

"Next time, switch it

to by my rules" you said

All of your friends are in Berlin

That's why you realized, at last

Alas, you can bring back the past

With it's chance perfume and warm diffusion

There is a bloom in every loom

Your perfume, your legerdemain

The one you change for each character

you played

Come to the ship

We will dig the lake later

You got to tell them to what we believed

Use your reel use your real

Voices with the voice actors

Don't cry for me, caresses

There is no way out

There is no truth

We will win back the golden era

But every one can be golden

Who would ever think

The next time you die

Bring a picnic blanket

Don't tell truth and don't tell politics

You will come for me if you

don't come with me

You shouldn't have ignored the burn

Now the only ointment is you

By Aran Meredith

August 2024