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

 

© AshCheyne 2017

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

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

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.

 

© AshCheyne 2017

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.

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt – Infuse.

 

 

 

Artist Impression

She felt guilty

but she didn’t do it

She wasn’t even there

that day

They made her

feel that way

So she had to make

a good impression

and she gave it.

She drew a picture

of the woman she saw

and it looked exactly

like her

An artist

easy to impress

upon others

who would believe

in her pictures

more than her own

artist impression

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt – Impression

 

Nothing But Love

I may be homeless

but I’m still human

I have a heart

you know

How could I live

with myself

if I had run away

when others needed help

I have nothing

but love

that no bomb

or knife

or angry word

can take away

You have nothing

but hate

for a world

you don’t understand

I have nothing

but hope

for the people

who walk the streets

I sleep on.

 

Inspired by the kindness of a homeless man in Manchester 22 May 2017

No Place Like Home

They arranged to meet by the old pier on the lake. There was a fishing boat there that belonged to her brother. No one had touched it since that day it was found adrift. He was presumed drowned. Some said it wasn’t an accident and that her brother was experienced on the water. The weather was fine so there must have been more to it. Maybe a suicide ?

Like young lovers they ran along the beach, avoiding the slashes of moonlight where they could be seen. Malik pushed as hard as his small, skinny frame would allow. She started the spluttering motor and he jumped in before she could get ahead of him. He wasn’t a sailor by any means and the cold and wet of the take off made him shiver as he gripped the edge of the rusty vessel. He thought of the journey to get here and how this one was short and straightforward in comparison. Short, but seemingly never ending.

Sam smiled at Malik, of sorts. She was scared and this was no lovers getaway. In truth they weren’t even really friends, but they had a job to do. Her brother had started it and there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t meet the same fate. Whatever that was.

Each smash on the waves made Malik feel sicker by the minute. He thought of home and how he wasn’t sure where that was any more. He didn’t care that much about the place. It was the people that mattered. He felt a little guilty at being safe while they still lived in fear.

There was a relative calm as they slowed down on the approach to the cove. It was pitch black on this side with the moonlight firmly tucked away behind the mountains. They dragged the boat up onto the beach and waited, like unsuspecting prey.

They were on time, but half an hour; an hour; two, three hours went by and nothing happened. No one came. They were in the right place but she started to wonder if she’d got the wrong night. They argued when Sam insisted they go back before anyone got suspicious. They’d notice they were missing. Then a flashlight shone from up the hill. There were voices. Whispering but loud and echoey in the stillness.

Three men appeared from the shadows. Two with guns, and a fat man with a big smile and a walking stick. He hugged them both and told them they were doing a very good thing. Everyone was pleased.

Sam remembered how she had got here and how the journey had nearly killed her so in a way she was happy to return the favour. She knew how much they would have paid for their terrifying journey though.

Sam looked at the boat and wondered how many there were and if they would all fit and wouldn’t it be tragic if they drowned so close to their destination. She was relieved that it was to be only four. They could manage that and their debt would be repaid and their family back home would be left alone. They could all get on with their old and new lives.

Plenty room for her and Malik and four boxes. No people to help smuggle. Instead they had 50 kilos of pure heroin and a list of numbers to call for distribution up the country. Get rid of it all and they were in the clear. She might even see her brother again if she  did a good job

She stared at Malik as he smirked at her, shoving an envelope of cash into his jacket pocket. She was totally adrift.

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt – Adrift

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Insta Grat

Suns up

Surfs up

What’s up

with you?

You want it

now

You want it

here

Your first world dilemas

that you’d kill the mood for

That you’re entitled to

like anti social media and

insta grat

People starve

as we develop yet another new app

that makes us want it now

want it here

That stick

That stone

That’s all that’s left

now that they’ve got

their insta grat

The big red button

that saw the planet descend

into the dark.

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt – Descend