Rave


Went to a rave with my homie named Dave.
Took all the gall dang LSD.
Quickly I felt I was starting to melt.
And quite serendipitously
Dave became Nixon, a girl there, a vixen,
And she set her sights on my soul.
But I didn’t love her—I floated above her—
And I was the one in control.


Leave a Reply

Discover more from Dream's Mysterium

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading