WHEN SUNSHINE’S A BRICK 

it’s the day after yesterday and you might give a damn
after a mocha and a nap. 
mirrors scream when you pass. you ignore the implications
like a leet ninja with a mojo workin’
in a bathhouse… on a novel.
when sunshine’s a brick
you build these moons with it
and I told you not to orbit your zenith
but you flipped me off.

Touche’