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
Hush little baby don’t you blat
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
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
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
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
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
