Ash Cheyne

Relief Factor

Comic relief

beyond belief

Caught the seven

to the bottom of the hill

Number eight doesn’t go there

you see

Thought about her

half way up

as it was freezing

and i’d lost my coat

in that last bar

Two more than I’d intended

and said more

than I’d invented

Fifty six steps

trembling keyhole

and the white room

Said I could call her

anything I liked

Relieved

beyond belief

actually

Daily Word Prompt Challenge – Relieved

To Do List

Create

a fuss; drama; a diversion; chaos; a disturbance

the illusion that all is well

peace and harmony

a better life for yourself and others

somewhere warm for everyone to sleep and eat

laughter

a 30 minute daily limit on Facebook

longer attention spans

books that kids want to read

more original thought that turns you on

respect when it’s earned

recognition for hard working people and artists and soldiers and parents doing their best

trust and a collective conscience and the inconvenient truth

adverts that don’t yell at you cause you want to believe it

I love you’s that mean I give, not I take or I need.

a planet that superior beings could be bothered to invade

Daily Word Prompt – Create

White Noise

Eddie thinks about Rita all the time

raising and lowering

the volume

in time with the temperature

It’s no coincidence

Eddie supposes

that Pump it Up plays

on the car radio

on the way to see Rita

Eddie plays loud

and he has to look cool

on stage

Rita gives him some volume

and a couple of highlights

before the gig

Free tickets

up front

mosh pit

admires her work

through the sweat

and the tears

and the sheer volume

Daily Word Prompt – Volume

Simple Minded

It’s dead flat

the long long beach

so cold

in the bright winter sun

Walking for miles

it seems like

we’ll never stop

and turn round

She sees it first

the silhouette of a man

in the distant sand

Comes closer

and she insists I give it a rub

so I polish it with my sleeve

to see what I can see

shining in this tin can

in the afternoon

He stands there

hands on hips

looking so glam

He’s outrageous

the vagabond

the poet

the thief

as he screams and he bawls

Jean Genie

let yourself go

Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt Challenge – Polish

The Narcissartist Song

When we were young

I knew a poor girl

who wanted to be rich

so she sang songs

about hating

people with power.

She would take my fingers

and draw imaginary pictures

of beautiful things

that no one could see

except her

She called condoms

condems

as a precaution

against being discovered

to be nothing at all

except in her own imagination

Destined to be unknown

a narcissartist

who vanished

as quick as she came

every time

without a trace.

Image – Sorci/Camera Press

Daily Word Prompt Challenge – Trace

My Joke Bag

We have one delivered every week by people who know what constitutes funny. It’s way better than the usual mainstream material that we can get any day down the road.

Each bag has recipes that tell you what to put into your creations; how much prep you need to do; how long to heat them and when they’ll be ready.

Now there’s the standard package which is only referrable via the internet or e mail. We prefer the gourmet option which can be delivered in person in a bar or at a show or at a party. Or even to a stranger on the bus, if you’re feeling confident.

Yeah, with the fancy option you can be sexist, racist, chauvanistic, crude. Anything you like really as long as you create a buffoon to channel the cringe worthy material through. Then the audience will be laughing at your imaginary asshole – and ultimately you of course. You can break all the rules – just have him there with you when the politically correct brigade or the fun police bust in.

Most importantly, you are encouraged to infuse your creation with a good dose of self deprecation and don’t forget to sprinkle it with anything appropriately original you have at the back of your mind. Check the tell by date though.

Serves: as many laughs as you can handle.

Daily Word Prompt – Infuse.