Is There Still Hope?

...wink...

I noticed you released your cicadas.
They bugaloo down Broadway.

Petula Clark thinks they are headed downtown.
Lennon poked a lot of Yoko’s poco loco koko.

This is much later of course.
After you changed horses in the middle of the Norses.

Now the black cloud has obscured the sky, Lucy.
Only guys like James Brown have a brand new bag.

Yet, I wanna hold your hand underneath cicada songs.
I wanna make your monkey shine.

I wanna make your banshee hum.
Despite the ills of Strawberry Fields.