There’s none of us perfect we all have something wrong us humans The supermarket lady asks me if the banana is up to standard with that ugly black mark We all have at least one of those on the outside or the inside that never fails to disappoint in a crisis I got eyes that […]
For the third time this week, I’ve had the same vivid dream that I’m in this old style cafe in Soho. The tables and chairs are shoved together, like an old furniture store. It’s dimly lit, so much so that I have to blink repeatedly to get used to it. I’m sitting in the corner […]
Shaken to the core of the problem No one’s fault really Just fate with heavy doses of self absorbed alcohol fuelled swipes at the doorman Plates move flying across the room like unidentified fucking idiots taking us by no surprise till the foundations rock Waves of regret high and strong enough to wipe the tears […]
She had never sat with me head in hands like that before a tear formed in the corner of the eye,convinced it was her time to die. Hands played wrong note after out of tune confession in the grand old room where we would spend most of the Christmas holidays all of us stuffed with every […]
Tired looking man on the bus with an overdue suit and worn out shirt and a look on his face that could kill his boss if he told him one more time that there are deadlines to be met and to swallow his pride. Two girls, mother and daughter I’d say laughing and smiling at two little […]
One way or another I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya to the city that never smiles big yellow taxis arguements at tribeca and crashing at the Pennsylvania across from the Garden. Think of blowing my mind as we walk and walk vodka and pink lemonade in hand across from Brooklyn to the Towers that vanished from […]
She was splendidly mature for her age earthy you might say quite an acidic, Italian mouthful the lingering of tobacco a punch of mushroom Vintage poetry consumed in a short evening hour © Ash Cheyne 2017 Daily Word Prompt – Mushroom
