Tag Archives: Addiction

Never Again, Again

The pressure is familiar weighing heavily on my chest and feelings. Happening at least two times in the past.  One left me flat on my back with tubes coming out of everywhere with various colors flowing.  The second one was the worst place I’ve ever been.

Pushed again into the darkest area of my psyche. No hand or footholds to help me out and I started to cry uncontrollably for no real reason.

Then they came in like what spirits might do. I only guess of course but very different from the last time. Gaining control of my heaving they seemed not to see or hear me when I tried to introduce myself.

So I’m alone again falling deeper into myself without any hope of coming out of it.  Now they’re translucent and disappearing. Losing track of time days melting together with only one line left.

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/25

Wicked World

Oh wicked world wandering
Unmeasured steps reveal
Your careless squandering
You spend what you can’t steal

Poor man left pondering
Who hasn’t found his next meal
Caught up in wondering
Where’s fairness in this deal

Oh wicked world blundering
Mistakes never to conceal
Sky’s open thundering
Too late for your appeal

© 2011 Michael Yost

Phlegm Gurgles

Phlegm gurgles from the bottom of my lungs
Breathing still takes more of an effort
My new sense of smell picks up old men’s dung
Stale cigs still reeks and makes my chest hurt

Almost awake I try to remember
Phlegm keeps gurgling and my head is swollen
The night seemed short and drink gave me no cheer
Ass is on fire, should I feel my colon?

© 2015 Michael Yost 06/13

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Beyond Purpose

We all have a purpose beyond who we are
Ignoring it and pushing it too far
Everyone knows it comes up too late
Ignoring me and pushing me to hate

Now just around the next corner I peeked
This far away I could smell him he reeked
Leaving mom and me alone long ago
We each forgave watching bloody piss flow

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/26

 

Never Again Again

The pressure is familiar weighing heavily on my chest and feelings. Happening at least two times in the past. One left me flat on my back with tubes coming out of everywhere with various colors flowing. The second one was the worst place I’ve ever been.
Pushed again into the darkest area of my psyche. No hand or footholds to help me out and I started to cry uncontrollably for no real reason.
Then they came in like what spirits might do. I only guess of course but very different from the last time. Gaining control of my heaving they seemed not to see or hear me when I tried to introduce myself.
So I’m alone again falling deeper into myself without any hope of coming out of it. Now they’re translucent and disappearing. Losing track of time and days melting together with only one line left.

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/25

 

Have It All

In a perfect world we’d have it all
Poet’s would have their favorite pen
Or a keyboard where it’s hard to scrawl

Spitting out tropes like Peter’s Plan
While Wendy’s been humming and hawking
Keeping her head above the quicksand

Hook doesn’t know he’s winding out of time
Mr Grin waiting, watching and grinding teeth
Tic toc tic toc music so sublime

©2015 Michael Yost 04/07

Every June and July I Hide Inside

 

Holding onto pain because there’s nothing more
Black nails pick endlessly at open sores
Fire ants crawl up my arm screaming for a score
Who wants to recognize better to ignore

It’s time for the Prom and to start the party
Expects me to pick her up well and hearty
The King and Queen can’t be to late or swarthy
Cutting lines in the car and the door hurried

Start of the drizzle with wet card boarded roof and walls
Our last shared eight was cut heavy, light and small
Rivulets forming and finding taint and balls
Brings black rain twisted metal and her scream’s death call
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/28