[Frank]

I walked out my front door Monday morning to the sight of a mythical creature -
Reaching for the newspaper: dampened in dew: ink eligible to the typical reader.
it had a quizzical demeanor - stepping toward the grass that turned nutritionally greener
Its subliminally physical features - invisible to the neighbors, a kind of visual ether
Unequivocally discreeter: the winter season fades into spring, the hue of its unclear.
It's March, and im going to my fifth funeral of the year.
The grass brushes my black shoes into a dewy, sheer: luminous pair.
I walk towards the mythical creature, in a suit, with a sneer
Lucifer appeared and I woke up in an alley and realize I'm in London.
The last thing I remember I was in New York.
Dandelions bludgeoned.
Spontaneous human combustion. I hear the sirens coming.
I try to hide but I'm abducted. Enlightened. Shrunken. Up inside the conundrum
- liposuction.
The riot dysfunctions - The giant robot is walking down the street -
Killing people, and blowing up storefronts, like that shit is legal.
It stomps down on jeeps, crushing to smithereens, steeples,
Shouting nouns of bleeps: drilling evil sounds of speech into the crowd drowning out in beeps.
My Ms. Is in the fetal. We met online dating.
"What's your favorite movie?"
"What's YOUR favorite movie?"
'"I asked you first'" - all 6th grade and cutesy.
We bonded relating truly. Sharing similar tastes in everythang from glade to smoothies.
It was great until she became kooky, and I had to break up with her under some strange moonbeam.
Guns banging in the boonies, The drums never stop beating in your head
Everywhere you go, you hear the drums and sound of feet being mislead
The sequence of events repeats; repeating, the scene repeats at a speed that's intense.
Freeze on the fence as the mythical creature reads - reaching for his specks.
I gweet tow vonna veeeop winna finnah veeeep
Vinta whenta sivva sscheew innta bleeeeep
Wizah woka reeet ka ka kina tweeeek
I had just lost the ability to speak in utter disbelief.
I see my mother in bed with a man who is not my father.
Is this a dream? She lights incense that eases knots in Chakras.
This is serene but somber, disturbing the peace, Bombers
Obama's impeached, Monsters. Lurking beneath squalor
Earth has unleashed the martyr.
Animals leave town at an unheard of rate,
Birds, squirrels, rabbits and even insects are migrating - great herds
Hurling from space -- some kind of spaceship - blurring straight- -
For us - the curtain is draped: lights out! As the serpent awakes...
I smell burning and space out: intergalactic appointment with the planets adjoint.
You're 13 years old and hanging out with your friends when someone passes you a joint.