this pandemic mode is strange reality. 
the dogs know something dire is happening 
and there's a threat in the air we can't see. 
and we couldn't see too good before anyway. 
there's a shift in the hood. people are resuming normal 
springtime activity—weed whacking, leaf blowing, mowing, 
all the constructions that was waiting over winter 
itches are being scratched, and you'd hardly know it was pandemic 
time, it feels like though the stay at home order hasn't lifted 
people are acting like it's recess, and fuck school anyway—pfft—science class—hated it. 
what i always felt before corona when it was business as usual, the blithe 
american enterprise—entitlement, heedless progress going down, running on 
fumes and funny money, the status quo, the casual menace continues though we know damn well, unless we're too stupid for reality, it's different, it's gonna be different, this time.