Focus

Crazy but immune-

two ships pull into the dew,

sea houses bloom,

whistle blowers loom,

the California coast at noon-

the lake is inland with you,

...to run up a muck
take the mood,

teeter totter-
walk on blotter,

teeter totter-
be gone in a slaughter,

in time we learn about powers-

giving soup to the sick,

playing cartoons-

remembering rather than playing picks-

remembering the eclipse,

that look on the lips,

focusing on focusing in,

because on TV they will never miss-

and fine print is never too crisp,

the soup gets cold when you don't appreciate a kiss,

and danger is never in remiss,

so don't drift-
just find the fist.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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