As the hands circle
Against the smoked glass windows
The children’s dreams blend
© 2012 Michael Yost 05/26
Nothing stands out more than a man that’s been used
The shuffle in his walk, his shoulders rounded and his chin to his chest
In some cases you’ll hear the sobbing a block away
Even after he found out he begged her to stay
The sharpie colored circles under his bloodshot eyes
That dart here and there looking for a trace of what may be
Instead watching everything around him just crumbling away
Hoping in his heart of hearts she really wanted to stay
Finally it dawned on him from his old flame that still cared
She hated to see my blinded heart of the witch’s intent
Two times the pain reminding me I pushed my old flame away
When I would have been happier if I had asked her to stay
© 2012 Michael Yost 05/25
How long do the shadows grow before they disappear?
When do the smiles fade when all hope is turned to fear?
Why does wonder finally start to seek its own level?
Where you look around before compromising with the devil?
Here’s the questions the barker promises, the mystic will answer.
Just a tenth of a dollar gets you in, plus you’ll see the dancers.
She looks at the lad gave back his day’s wage and hit him on the rear
Pushes him out the back was gone before his shadow disappeared
© 2012 Michael Yost 05/23
Your thoughts consume my feelings
As you blow your word balloons
Claustrophobic as word balloons force me down
Down, down, down to the ground
© 2012 Michael Yost 5/16