Focus

I lost my virginity under an explosion of magnificent hatred,

Broiling to an end as I boiled to my end

Stars melted onto sheets of wax paper

That we rolled and lit in attempt to isolate the artistry from our brains full of Adderall

Focus

Focus

Focus

Your thoughts are rusting the cogs

And the oil can is stuck in Oz

And I’m sorry, but Dorothy is not in the defense budget this year

So take a number and be a number until the vibrations of alarum permit you to stop

Your interruptions are horrific and your objections demonized

That pen is now a weapon, and you know

We don’t negotiate with terrorists

So pick up that ipad and sink into monotony

Soak into the pavement of hypocrisy

Until your tongue bleeds into the concrete

March in line to this beat

Focus

Focus

Focus

You may breathe at ten and two

Because that is what our mass has designed for you

An ever growing yet ever stagnant monster oozing with remorse

For every morsel that was loss, but oh my dear

You aren’t so lucky

Your disdain is appetizing

Your revolution polarizing

So much so that the ice caps sear with envy as they reach further towards your city

But everything is fine

Those towers have always towered o’er your thoughts

And the skeleton inside you is laced with blood and morphine

Propelling forward endlessly in the pursuit of dreams

We programmed within you, so reach

Fly

Touch that sky we pained on the ceiling just close enough to spot

Joke’s on you Sisyphus, you’ll never reach that top

But keep trying and fighting

Tearing every flap of skin that halts your way to mediocrity

As we snack on oversized candy bars and popcorn with

Real butter

Focus

Focus

Focus

Don’t ask why, just how high

Don’t ask how, just how loud

Don’t ask who

It seems pretty obvious that it’s the guy that’s not like me or you

Every step before you on this path has been engraved with hatred of the other

And since when does your planet not revolve around the sun

Who the fuck do you think you are

To dispel the haze that coats your cracking lips

Forever on the cusp of breaking free but lacking strength

To propel that single percussive line that shatters the number two pencil

You trail across the history of a forgotten truth that may have been a lie

Anyway

You think that you can break the game

Erase a single line of meticulously laid train track

Without which, chaos looms like an angry kindergarten teacher one year past retirement

Ready to smack any prepubescent knuckles

With a ruler of reality that scarred her long ago

Focus

Focus

Focus

Because if you look up for one solitary instant

If one heartbeat is skipped for a fraction of the enormity of time

Then the foundation crumbles into dust swept beneath a rug

That never existed in the first place

Just a speck that was once called the human race

But who really won in this case

When your conceit snarls angrily within a cave of repression

Crying out for any remote semblance of release

And if it breaks, a blaze rips across reality

Shattering confinement and creating creation

Eliminating structure and inviting resplendent randomness

The totems are screaming and charging the worn iron gates that nobody had the foresight to lock

They’re breaking through and breaking out

And the panic is overbearing to the hooting owls falling out of mighty oaks

Ablaze with fires of untold potential

The voices howl and the laughter screams across the night

And all we see as it rips through the sky alight with melting stars

Is an egregious lack of

Focus