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How Often the Glen Echoes

Posted on August 2, 2015 | Leave a comment

How often the glen echoes

Depends on the single voice pure

Calling her love through the snow

Testing how love endures

 

Words between them short and terse

He said things he ought not said

What things she said were much worse

All over the unmade bed

 

No children heard two years now

Not for not trying, passion flared

Sweat intermingled on their brows

Blaming self, unanswered prayer

 

How often the glen echoes

Depends on the heart’s love pure

Finds her love one in the snow

Too much too long to endure

 

 

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Abandoned (Dad Who?)

Posted on June 21, 2015 | 3 comments

After nine months in and nine months out
You stole away a coward without a shout
A mother of forty a son in her arms
When you left that day you stole all their charms
Going to work now I will be back tonight
When the door slammed shut you took off in flight
Abandoned alone in a cold water flat
She knew in her heart you wouldn’t be back

 

© 2015 Michael Yost 06/21

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Phlegm Gurgles

Posted on June 13, 2015 | Leave a comment

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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Made in my Blood

Posted on April 30, 2015 | 2 comments

Caught her leaving without so much as a goodbye
Saying the world we put together had up and dried
The drought claimed our children and we almost died
Tilled the land, planted seed and watered as we cried

Then you bring up promises made in my blood
Too many prayers or curses brought the flash flood
Our children’s graves washed out over own crud
Now we endlessly dance on each other’s dust and mud

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/30

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Few More Crumbs

Posted on May 3, 2014 | Leave a comment

Went flying again today
And should have never come
The sun rays and pays
By drying out wet bread crumbs

Thoughts and feelings unclear
Watching the ravens eat
Wiping away hot tears
By not staying it’s retreat

Their lost children’s plane lands
Priest gives last rites
Families wring their hands
While others line up their sights

The bright children we knew
Cling to each other’s fate
But coming back home screwed
Rolled in a bubble wrapped crate

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/03

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So You Had to Ask or

Posted on April 16, 2014 | Leave a comment

Skimming the water, how do we know
How deep or shallow the water is
Without running the risk of vulnerability
Or are we to know only when it’s his

Does Charon always charge for to and fro
If you had to assk for the answer it always burns
Are (S)elected memories of a rich man’s health
The only way to express funneling Wealth..

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/16

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I Haven’t Done Anything yet Either

Posted on June 20, 2011 | 2 comments

The halls echo softly with children’s cries
Mom lies in her locked hole getting high
Garbage strewn beneath the children’s feet
Refrigerator unplugged with nothing to eat

Bulging bellies in America hard to believe
And there’s no one around to care or to grieve
Flys in the kid’s eyes are having a feast
Even the roaches deserted with no crumbs to eat

© 2011 Michael Yost

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not Rapid enuff Transit bitch

Posted on January 29, 2011 | 3 comments

Hush little baby don’t you blatRapid Transit
Or momma will lay you out flat
If you get up to dance and sing
Bust your head with this shoe I fling

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Banister

Posted on December 1, 2010 | Leave a comment

Shedding not one tear
Tied on banister to tight
Swaying with each breath

Door has small hinges
Great vacuum it creates
Push pull as in death

Rescuing at hand
Lashed no longer to the rail
The banister fails

© 2010-2011 Michael Yost booguloo@live.com

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Disjointed

Posted on November 12, 2010 | Leave a comment

Stubby fingers welder soot scratchy face
Garlic breath smokers stench stale beer a trace
Canvas pants cornered now no breath no space
Back bent back arms held high no longer chaste

Let the ink flow where the tears would not dare
Give them what they need leave nothing to spare
Open your soul now show others you care
There is no shame be the one to dare

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com

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Why

Posted on November 1, 2010 | Leave a comment

The price of forever cannot ever change
As stars in the heavens remain out of range
And cries from the soul can only give plea
Why you turned your head away and did not protect me

booguloo@live.com Michael Yost

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Chaos One

Posted on October 31, 2010 | Leave a comment

The pinion of gears the minion of fears
Twisting in the coil and boil
Throughout the years of tears and sears of flame
The wrenching pain and who’s the blame
For the toil
Who’s to shame why the game
Face the gates to a new fate
Forget the hate
Drop the bait
Step into your new found state
The state of mind above the grind
Left down behind the barn
The barn so long ago
The maladjusted souls
And the youth they stole

booguloo@live.com  Michael Yost

 

 

 

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