I was at that party

Yeezy trainers, nori flakes, an iPhone;

Diagnosis: space adaptation syndrome

I was at that party, (you know)

Pussy dog, that Pavlov

^

Dial up the wi-fi

Greek fire to land mines

Stardust, the golden ether

Dinosaurs turned ballerinas

^

Darwin’s little taco truck Crazy scissors still cut You all see what the aztecs saw? Prescription: Rasputin's asthma ^ Oh, sweet, sweet sugar cane

Shiva's face in the window panes

You said you were doing your thing

But what were you doing it for?

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5o1cal/brick_and_mortar/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5nvyvp/your_maiden_mercy/