"chasey" poems
Chasey calls them the dead mama blues.
There's sadness, she says, mine has a scent to it;
Despair, a shabby **** who mugs me under my covers
On winter days at dawn,
Catatonia, which only a messy bed,a bong,a bag of Cheetos and a boy can cure,
And then way down from there,
Squatting *** close to the ground,
Smoking Gauloises in the dark,
Live the dead mama blues.
The only cure for the dead mama’s, Chasey explains,
Is a blood rare steak and Etta James greatest hits on vinyl,
Played quiet through the sweet spot of the night,
All the lights off, the dishes done and dry.
Helps if a sister has a slim hip man to dance with, she said,
So if you ain’t runnin’, the grill’s on me.
Come by sober any time after moon rise, Chasey yawned,
Cause this girl could use a shoulder and a polite hand.
And bring your slippers, she said
Easier to shuffle over **** in sheepskin, plus
We might go up on the roof later on
And smoke some of my cubans for a while.
Door will be open, so please don’t ring,
Hell what am I saying, you know the path.
Chasey yawned again, a big one,
Waited a few seconds because there was nothing else to say
And hung up the phone with a sigh.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
The song of a magpie
Brings special memories to me
Staying at Nana's house
The sound of the sea
My sister & I
our cousin Johnny
Playing chasey
Hide and seek
The wind in our hair
There were gardens of roses
Pathways everywhere
Summers always mild
You could feel the ocean breeze
Wanting to play more
When Nana called us
in for tea
Hugs from Nana
As we were tucked in tight
Into our beds to sleep for the night
I love to hear the Magpies sing
And appreciate the beautiful memories they bring
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
Remember when you were 6?
Spinning dizzy in the laughing sun?
I could play chasey till I doubled over,
Running, eating and laughing all at once!
Childhood gives way to "adult" realities.
Carefree running to silent, sober reflections.
That merry river.. now more often a motionless pond.
With a half-smile I wonder,
At the innocence which so freely played,
Thoughtless of harm.
Before such "adult" words like: fatal, divorce, disorder,
Ever applied to me.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Listen
to these green plants
pleading
beseeching
you would think
they'd be used to it by now
but every year the same old thing
look the rain is finished folks
you're on your own now
nine months before the next shower
this is how leaves suffocate
see the gray dust clogging their pores
hear them choking
under a wind thrown blanket
this is how they drown
brittle and crackling the grasses
soon the weight
of a starving grasshopper
will be enough to snap
them
shrubs will dump
their curled up castoffs
earthwards
scribbled twigs alone
will remain
from now on
only the thieving airplants
will thrive
viral invaders
******* sap from reluctant hosts
who can ill afford
to accommodate them
now patient rocks
are emerging from cover
each a palette of vivid lichens
sundecks for snakes and lizards
now that the clamouring grass
is gone
the land lies baking
withdrawn
curling
into herself
even the air
sighs
slumps
soon fire will come
to cannibalise
the undergrowth
play chasey
through the dry grass
send ants scurrying
downstairs
flip a nod
to the big old cactuses
tickle the toes
of the mesquites-
who will stand stoic
observing the pillage
around their hot feet
and shrug
resigned
seen it all before
they are above it all really
fire
will play homage
to their indifference
lay down
a black velvet carpet
wind
will whistle up
tiny tornadoes of ash
to pirouette
and perish
everyone
will accept the inevitable
eventually
and just knuckle down
to wait it out
in a state of trance
floating
on a dream
of rain
Tricia Lambert
Mexico
Nov 2010
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 10:07 AM UTC
Take my hand,
Let us run.
Run.
Run away with me,
Where nobody knows our names.
We'll play our childhood games
of hide and seek and kiss chasey.
We can claim a tree as our own,
Cling to its limbs for dear life,
Cling to these moments of
innocence and true love.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
It was a fraction of a flicker,
Though it seemed so drawn out
passing through each other's spiritual planes
It all rushed through me,
An instant in forever
like time didn't mean a ****
And none of the writhing pain remembered,
until well and truly sobered,
And not in any depth,
even now in this forced reflection
Writing this useless scrawl
seeking a justification
for our concrete separation.
No luck.
The universe won't answer
The Sands of Time
keep slipping through
the glass walls that dive us.
Only the deepest sleep
brings the opportunity
To skip amongst the stars
cast away the game of hide and seek,
To play joyfully our celestial kiss chasey,
To catch each other in our arms,
Where the empty spaces of youare filled
And meld into a complete
Alchemic etherial union.
But like sleep,
astral dreams must end.
The light of reality
breaks through the window,
And I know every degree of separation
Our crueltly is the highest true sacrifice of our kind
The highest love requires the highest trust
And belief that nothing else matters
But the ethereal elevation
of every version of existence,
The karmic heart lessons must be learned
The test must be endured
I've drawn out every awakening
I've walked around in circles waiting for you
Every chance I slip,
Every time I see you again
With these earthly eyes
Feel your presence with this grounded soul,
I don't want to come home
But it's all in vain
I'm ready to leave this test,
I have to go;
The stars are calling,
hurry dearest love,
I dont want to go
Please,
don't make me goto another plane
without you.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC