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The Focus

They broke over hearing the news
poured paper thin as a ghastly headline
Jacks glance spotted it at once between the ink

he hugged his family, slid the curtain, observant of the rot outdoors

Lucy waved frantically from her window
her mirror image and Listerine losing appeal
she was unsure if he ever paid attention, eyebrows like skylines

images of his posture were shadowed in compromised serenity

Jack was hostage watching the ominous smoke rise above his family
thumps heard in the distance trampled like elephants
one could feel the foot vibrate , distant horizons drab and ever pale

black smoke sailed out there along with fleeing residents

one jumped then two, leaping to freedom bound and gagged at once
their quick motions were noticed as Jack flinched
another black mailbox truck another couple disappears

Lucy whimpers standing still in the window, pining

her smile wasn't feigned admiring that jawline from forty feet away
his eye was all she needed, leaning with just the right stance
pictures of romance, like in her novels played music in her head

light songs of the dead drive by below with a police stamp and Nissan logo

Lucy looked down for just a second, admiring the black van for nail polish
Jack caught glimpse of her snow-white shoulders, sudden memories of last years Winter
both making eye contact, sparks shot across the distance

That black & tan building around the block crumbles in a plume of smoke

Jack smiled spellbound by Lucy's eyes, how they sparkle looking at him
She pressed her breasts against the window laughing, jack turned beet red
looking behind him to ensure no one else was catching these sights

their eyes again transfixed he could make out blue even from that distance

these high school sweethearts, having met up again last yr.
causing stir that afternoon, Darance park, lost in lip-lock for most
badly they wanted to be with one another, sharing dream

touch, skin roped in trust, sweat shared, lust & loves decree

yet again another shell explodes in distance, bombs for cages
their eyes crying with five digits pressed on pane
plaster cracking, sign of times as once more again, sirens wail

Lucy had a gas mask delivered, her Jack nearer, she smiles

his hand waves though Jack would rather linger, he feels guilty
the family distant, yet he must give his presence
interaction for his kids, mother and dog, they hold out

more news of warnings blare from t.v.'s anchorman-distress

Hell has come along with riot guards, flak-jacket fellows, batons that shock
their gas-mask smiles of absolution await this populace
anyone outside carted away, one down, two down, how many more

cracks of all this once upon time life, graduating in shell-shock

Lucy wanders away, thinking of pulling it off this Saturday
heee, she remembered the day of the week tee-hee
proud now, she pulls out her only dress left, smelling its fragrance.

so much everyone lost, mostly one another, cloaked in every way to hold on

Air patrols, the swarm of helicopters proceeded by drones flit by

one world blowing up, set afire by every nation, chokes
grasping at the fragment left, hoping it is enough for more
common folk wail as the doomsday clock moved one minute closer

holding on now with both hands at the wheel, billionaires direct traffic

his kids mute staring blankly, flashing images, dying citizens
the mother glances misty-eyed and smiles, do you need anything honey
with his gracious reply his head side to side, O his mothers love

dote he knows, hearing a neighbors door bust in suddenly

screams of protest, officers walkies screech and scramble
shouts of harbor, accusation tied violence, wail fair citizen
but Jack remembers this neighbor, sharing laughter...now no longer

the shot only once means perfection for these gorillas

his strength wanes sulking to kitchen, the tears pour in stifled silence
Lucy sings from her shower, eyes alive and spirit shining
now the rumble of a five point five stops the officers conversation

the disturbance stops all life for a minute, but mostly at main impact downtown

the sun is going down behind the slate obscured sky
black smoke patchwork crops up from more random buildings
gains and possibilities for acreage on a dying planet

how many bellies still have fire, remain to be seen, must be more he sobs


 





 











 

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