Can you hear that??
The mailbox was talking,
What is going on?
The gas in my car
Got mad and started walking.
Knock! Knock! I heard at the door,
What a sight before fuchsia eyes!
I can’t take this anymore.
A big black tree smiled wearing breath smelling like thunder,
Who told him where I lived?
As I scratched my grassy eyes and clinched my purple teeth in wonder.

“I don’t have to tolerate this”,
Said all the faces on each bill,
“Stop talking to me”, I wanted to add,
But I said nothing, if only looks did kill.
“Come on and go with me!”
I exclaimed to the potholes,
Hold my shoes until I put my heart back in the rainbow of gold.
Thinking about you, my lovely bridge
Causes me weakness and frustration,
Now I’m full of deep confusion,
And all these hallucinations.