Punctuated Poem?

What day is it toady? It ends in a ‘Y’.

Sometimes he makes me cry...

All the things you do, keep them to yourself.

Woman the things you do keep ‘em all to yourself.

Don’t tell nobody else.

Frank Frost singing the blues, dang doodling.

I am noodling after canoodling.

Amy Schumer had to change her baby’s name.

Did she not write it down first, Gene Attell Fisher?

speak it out loud?

Drinking haymaker,

I think it’s in the naming. The moneymaker...

Asparagus is cheap momma bee, momma bee!

A larger second wave of locusts swarms Africa, 

will the food supply hold?

Are we learning patience or passivity?

Hurry on back to Tennessee. 

Tennessee, back to Tennessee.

Turning Point, the whole album plays

and I don’t wanna leave California either, John Mayall.

Newsom’s nation and Cuomo’s basement 

on green screens of gruesome numbers.

If I could pick and choose,

if only...you know who.

Some of us need the news,

they believe in objective reality and science.

Some turn away unable to handle the vibrations.

Some believe it is all a hoax.

Conspiracy theory conspiracies,

everyone is related to the Rockefellers.

Bohemian eye of the pyramid flipped the base,

Qanon conspires with the deep state

under my thumb.

This can’t be happening, can it? 

Vaccines and 5G, it must be the Queen!

Gates and Soros... some quack French doctor  

and an Indian MIT professor 

that claimed he invented email,

was it a Jesus hologram?

Where are the little green men?

Little china girl, little china girl,

ruined...

Does the universe have a plan?

Apocalypse just means a revelation

not nuclear armageddon.

Some need art. Some need nature.

Some read, some write, some drink,

and zoom yoga, zoom cocktails with friends...

Listen to music rollerblading in the sun, 

seaspray and the hormone of submission wash over me; 

all in the balance.

We need the earth but the earth doesn’t need us.

Are we the virus?

Cows in the ocean. We’re gone and coyotes roam.

The clarity of the air, can’t you see pristine?

There’s a god? There’s no god?

Is there a god? We are gods?

Everything is going to change?

New economic systems? New governments?

It is the middle of April,

there are people the sea does not suit. 

They prefer mountains or plains. 

I need them all to the clawing surf.

Are we learning self-discipline, 

and if so, will we emerge wiser, strong and powerful?

Will we come out like Nelson Mandela

from behind bars after years in prison?

Beautiful!

Isn’t it pretty to think so? 

I know I dreamed you.

Lucid and vivid corona dreams, living after we die.

What will it be? What will survive

when we restart the engine of the world?

Famous statues wear face masks

and after weeks without seeing humans

animals are coming to our windows

checking on us,

even the wild horses!

Can you afford the ticket?

Iron horses still run the rail of division,

steel prices and pork bellies?

Bears in Yosemite are partying

begging us not to allow cars back in the park.

No cars...No oil wars. No patriarchy!

Let the dinosaurs rest in peace!

Hey man...

Meditating to that higher plane

and more questions, good questions.

Can you hear me knocking,

ringing the lady of the chateau?

This is the way to Suffragette city.

Do you hear the howling?

This can’t be happening, can it?

After dinner at eight, retreat with questions

and our divine feminism, 

Why do the countries with the best response

have women for leaders?

Everything is going to be fine? OK?

Everything is going to be changed forever?

The children will never get over this,

embedded like September eleventh?

Remember the class of 2020, what are the numbers?

The older people will die?

They want the older people to die?

This is a stealthy takeover of our liberty?

Bring on the surveillance police state?

There will be riots?

Moochers and looters?

There will be starvation?

There will be calm compliance?

Where does play stop and game begin? 

Lambs will be led to the slaughter? 

The internet will carry us through? 

The internet will go dark?

and what is with the Swedes?

Did you read the dialogues? 

Hell no Plato does not have a clue,

punctuated poem?

Rain on a sunny day,

I grab a classic looking for answers

or at least some better questions...