Monthly Archives: September 2015

Will Restore Your Faith In Humanity. Seriously.

The Long Walk

The pill will work the long walk is the key

Be patient now it’s guaranteed

We’ll be there soon and you’ll see

You will be master over this anxiety

Now pick up the pace or we’ll be late

It’s important that you meet your fate

“Bless me Father for I have sinned”

“Don’t worry my son, you won’t do it again”

© 2011 Michael Yost 06/24

The Fish WRapper

Terry looked down at his bloody knuckles, “Dammed red heads, who knew that peckerwood was going to hit his head on the cement stairs?” “Well help me put him in the boat and let’s grab some of those cinder blocks.”
Pulling up at 2:30am the brothers parked by the boat ramp. The thermos steam was starting to trail off the cup until you blew on it and then it fogged up the windows. Joe broke the silence, “You didn’t have to kill that kid.” “Joe, that wasn’t a kid or a sixteenth, he was trying to rip us off, and hell I only hit him once.”
Look at that, someone has already put their Bass Master in the water and its only 3am. The State Game and Fishing Officer pulled in, parked and then walked over to talk to the two fellas. “You fellas look new to the area. How are you this morning?”
“Stay calm Terry, whispered Terry.” “Morning Officer, we’re doing OK. We used to come here as kids and it’s our first time back. We sure are looking forward to getting some bass today.”
“Well before you go out let me update you about our little place here. My son runs the bait shop and prints the local rag, “The Fish WRapper”. We’re still a small fishing community here at Liar’s Cove. You’ve got to be off the lake at 4pm. We’re just big enough to support a State Game and Fishing Officer, but small enough that I have to share an office with my big mouth son Peter, but he prefers to be called Junior.”
“Well this is Terry and I’m Joe. If you don’t mind we’re going to get out on the lake. We’ll catch up some more later this afternoon.”
“That sounds good boys; my name is Officer Michael P Pecker, senior. Oh and junior’s a little sensitive about his red hair and only his friends can call him Peckerwood. Now where is that boy?”

© 2012 Michael Yost 03/13

To be continued?

The Curb

The curb came up abruptly and bruised my toe

I wasn’t watching, I didn’t know

My sights were upon the girl with the bow

Looking both ways I stumbled, I blushed

Slipped and slid through the cold wet slush

I just wanted to meet her, not to be crushed.

©2011 Michael Yost 04/20

In Jest

Where does it all end
Starting quite by accident
A word said in jest

Tone changing intent
Hurt washing over her heart
Flushed cheeks flooded with tears

Rushing to hold her
Pleading for forgiveness
Eyes fear betrayal

Words have been spoken
Water goes beyond the bridge
Is this where it ends

© 2010 Michael Yost 12/15

Again and Again Too

 

“The words have already been written.

What’s to write down anymore he wrote?

Who tells an interesting story?”

Iterating again he spoke

“The words have already been written.

What’s to write down anymore he wrote?

Who tells an interesting story?

Let’s see some new anecdotes.”

© 2011 Michael Yost 04/10

A Lady and a Porter

I hate when it happens.
My thoughts appear so muddled
I try and write things out
But becoming more befuddled

I need some brand new cards
At my empty table
Would someone please shuffle
Anyone who’s able

A lady and a porter
Stepped into the saloon
She took the table near by
This hot and dusty June

The right one came along
Don’t go on without me
Let me touch your golden hair
While I plead upon my knees

Can’t waste a moment now
Expressed my keen interest
Paid for the ladies drink
This beautiful tourist

I need a brand new player
Come sit at my table
I’ll allow you the shuffle
You do look quite able

Porter thanked me for the drink
But said no to the game
No common vulgar man
Can even know her name

© 2012 Michael Yost 03/07