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Saturday, September 10, 2016

maybe So

And the curtains fall


The light from above
Struck off her eyes
Vicious,
Tricking me
Telling me lies
Out poured her words
You didn't try
Let it sit idle
Let it drift by
Soon enough
Years had gone by
All the while the only thing I could find
Comfort
In
Her hand in mine
A tether
Denying the sky
Staying bound
As the night quenched
Still
The light once staark
Midnight
Pitch dark
The light in her eyes
Her hand in mine
Now I can go
And see what I find


Chris McQueeney ©2016

Thursday, September 8, 2016

almost four years, four years of limbo...






Well, the thing is


What would you do
If you knew
It was your turn to die
Would you bury your head
Practice your lies
Tell um its fine
Can't look in their eyes
Look at that
Time to go
Really must fly
All the while these creatures
These things
Start careening inside
The cavernous expanses
Where once was your mind
What would you do
The day that you die
Harsh words on the phon
no tearful goodbye
No music to sooth
Your way on your ride
This day of your death
Started out with a lie
What would I do
Should I know
That day I would Die
The last thing I would do
Is start off with a lie
I would spend it in love
This last day of this life
Most of all though
even though I won't lie
I would tell no one I know
Or strangers beside
It's best that they go
About their lives
It is not their fault I know
Today is my day to die


Chris McQueeney ©9/8/16


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

To see or not to see...

The hubris of sight


The blind are blind
Not by design,
Nor choice
Not a matter of finding
The voice of their eyes
As if sight came about
By practice
Sheer will
Clearly defined
Followed to the line
Planned to the T
Regimins
Goal oriented maps
Laid out to find your way to sight
Are you fucking kidding me?
Blind is blind
What good is a technicolor
Annotated
Map
That can only be used
If you can see
Before you tried
Think this too dramatic
Not in the least
This was simply an anology
An example
Clearly defined
To show you
How little you see
Even though you have sight


Chris McQueeney ©2016

Shadow wrote, when I read She spoke


Those moments were important to me...



Life at times
Becomes scarce
When day blends into day
Is it Wednesday
Or was that
Yesterday, or tomorrow
You borrow from yourself
Just to live another day
Only thing is
You don't know what part
Of you
You borrowed 4:45 to 6:38
From
And like buns in the oven
They rise to the occasion
Those borrowed parts of a life
Filling the holes quite close
Leaving me relieved
Because closer then I'll be
To the end of the day
When life has its way
After it is done with you
Had its say
You think, dam! Not so bad a day
Not knowing what going where you went
Taking borrowed parts
Left a mint
Of wreakage in its wake
Until
One day
Purely out of desperation
Couldn't tell you why really
You walk backwards
Seeing
How many
Day after days
Actually went past
Then you see
A conversation
That did not end
It was borrowed
By me
No clue what there could be
More important you see
Than the reply
Expected from me
But knowing me
Just keep breathing, being, living,
Seeing one more day
Was probably why I borrowed
This conversation
From me
Returned it when I could
And me
Standing there
Thinking for all this time
It was thee who failed to respond
Not me
How fickle
Life can be
Were I to have the chance
To go back the months and years
To that day
I the borrower came to take that
Conversation away
I would do the same
But on my hand
A tattoo would say
Don't lose that conversation
I loaned to me today
Because I treasured
All those moments
Talking and typing with
Amy May
Hello my friend
It's been many a day
Since I read your words
And I felt this way
How's your daughter
How's writing
How are things
On that end of the bridge
Not really so far away
On the off chance
Maybe this time
Remind me
When it's my turn
To say
Hello there,
How was your day?


Chris McQueeney @just saw this, Wednesday 8/24/2016

Shadow wrote a poem and She spoke of a friendship that abrubtly ended, no word, one day quite some time back...got me feeling sad, and remorseful because I was on the other side of that poem long ago on that day...I found a string of emails that I had archived to save, because they were important, because who they were from, what they contained... Before my life was destroyed that day or the next, things are broken in my memory of that time. Disjointed, we spoke while I was camping, and away in New Mexico, her daughter and a friend had pizza and a sleepover in there somewhere amidst talk of children and words and soul treasures to be protected, stored safe below the tempest above the tidal wave, like an avalanche in my mind after digging in the mine only to find it was me that didn't respond when I was out of my mind, not an excuse just a mitigating circumstances beyond my experience...I never meant to violate you...neither by lack of reply, or contact so far away from the last I contacted you...I hope you read this, that it helps eased the hurt I caused...maybe, I truly hope, You will comment, or call, or email, so I can say I am sorry, missed you, it has been a long time Ms. May, hello, how the hell are you today?

 ~wander~

Thanks Shadow for the reminder, your words were haunting, painful to read, for some reason, the arch of your neck, I clicked on your image then followed the link to Your blog and read the words, the words You wrote, but heard them as if She was the author, even though her writing is pros, She never got the chance to share her poetry with me...lol, look at that, a bunch of run on sentences with overly expressive grammer, haven't written pros in quite some time, almost 3 + years...not well at least...I have to pick up where I left off with
 Having Met Me After I Was Already Dead...that is a story that needs telling...today...

Monday, March 21, 2016




Be smiling


Bobby Fischer
Ain't got nothing on me
See,
I ain't even playing
But from my glare
You can see
That dumb motherfucker
Made the wrong move
And
I put my fucking money
On him
I would play
But I am a girl
And blond as can be
No one would play
Let alone place money
On the line
Against
The likes of me
Some day that little shit will
Be smiling
As my documents he'll
Be filing
At the law firm I'll be running
You'll see...


Chris McQueeney©2016


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