regression

Posted by Morgan Chesley in Poetry Corner on May 9, 2012 9:59 pm / 1 comment

the sight of you
hazed
by time and especially tired, standing
in a crowd of equals
I could hear your laugh from
way high away and far asleep, distressed,
in a camel coat
soft hands in long pockets, waiting
for the stage
unhinged me
disheveled me
threw me off completely
song alone enough but physical presence-
god, I could hear your voice
it had been so long
it’s been so long and even costumed
you were beautiful
and inside me loneliness tore
away, tore
me away from my own dream
into a field of memories
I knew because of the lights
hovering above the water, mesmerized
totally slipped
brain in a brilliant forget mode shining seeing tendrils
of you
in the everywhere

Morgan Chesley

Morgan Chesley is 17 years old and may be the only member of her generation to love Beat. She lives in Alaska with several heavy books and a mountain. Morgan is an overappreciated prep cook and an underappreciated intellectual, and is mostly unaware of her future, as it seems to be quite a sneaky thing. Morgan is not yet published in print, but you can find her work online at http://www.teenink.com/users/MyApocalyptic .

1 Comments

Cliff Weber says:

June 20, 2012 at 9:17 am

Keep writing poetry, Morgan. If you’re capable of this imagery now, shit, I’d hate to go against you in a decade.

I like how the line breaks create a sort of delirious beauty, adding to the hazy, nostalgic memory, but it takes away from your writing. Maybe that’s just me, but it’s a little too easy to be abstract in that arena.

I’d love to see more.

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