Fault Lines

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 away
then bring them crashing back 
to uproot
all that we hold dear

Everyone else's fault
actually.  


© Ash Cheyne 26 August 2018

Strangers Come

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 indulgence

and a need for a long walk in the snow

with the old man striding ahead

as if he would out live us all.

Little did we know that seasons come and go

and she’ll make it through another winter

to teach us that Spring gives us all hope

Would be good to be little again

with nothing to get wrong

to say sorry for

and even if we did

no one would hear us

until the new year

when the strangers came

stinking of whisky

laughing at anything,

nothing.

 

© Ash Cheyne 20 August 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vacancy

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 ones

sisters maybe

sharing a scooter and the fear of falling

in love with the idea that

they can go faster than the bus

the packed, hot, sweaty, steamy bus

full of people like their parents

tired.

Daily Word Prompt – Swallow

Ash Cheyne © 2018

MOMA

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 the eye line.

She buys me a cool tee shirt

in return for a couple of beers

in the Village of lost souls.

Take a boat ride in the park

staring at the outside of the Dakota with a tear

hearing her say I’m not enough for her

Strawberry Fields

forever.

I laugh a little, cry

at the dead body on the sidewalk

and think of home

which you don’t get anywhere else.

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

 

Daily Word Prompt – One Way.

 

 

Nebbiolo

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

Take Away News

If something needs to be done with great care and caution, such as holding a new born baby or descending a creaky stair or being President of the United States of America, one should apparently do it gingerly.

If you have gazillions to invest( hide from the tax person) offshore or an up and coming actress to harrass or loads of really dangerous weapons to organise for a killing spree, then gingerly is the way.

If you’re Scottish and gay however and have been convicted of something related to that lifestyle choice, then don’t hang about, as the Scottish parliament are sorry and are prepared to issue a pardon. Yee hah.

If you’re a young band and you want to bridge the gap between technology and artefact, then record your demo on a cassette tape as they are making a steam rolling come back. If you don’t know what a cassette tape is, google it on your Gen Y device.

And – if you are the new Prime Minister of New Zealand and your about to hold a conference call with the aforementioned POTUS, then shut the cat flap if you don’t want Paddles to meoww very loudly at the great orange one. Paddles wasn’t ginger and has sadly passed on but what a way to go.

Upstaged only by Jacinda ( aforementioned PM of NZ) being gingerly refused a takeaway order at a local Indian on the grounds it was a crank call. I’ll bet Ed Sheeran gets that all the time.

© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Challenge – Gingerly

 

 

 

Shells

She was no chicken

although he always let her come first

good egg that he was

Holding her arm as they tread lightly between us

guilty with their dirty little secret

unable to keep the witches at bay

despite bashing a few heads

One strong swimmer and an unsuspecting arrangement

a wedding breakfast well after the morning

of broken promises and gamekeepers getting poached

scrambling for the truth

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt – Egg