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Friday, May 31, 2013

worth a shit

Life is full

Life is full 
Of painful shit
Shattered dreams
And excrement
But without
The pain
And nasty shit
Life and love
Beauty and 
what comes with it
Hopes and dreams 
Would have no fulfilment 
So no matter how
I bemoan my days
The thought that comes
And always stays
How lucky I am
Even though
Some days
Aren't worth a shit

Chris McQueeney    5/31/13    12:36 P.M.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Scissors... toy, or terror, you decide...discuss.....

Runs with scissors

I runs with scissors
He clames
With pride
So his shirt says
If you can read it beside
All that dirt and grime
Grunge under his nails
Filth on his hands
Not sitting down for
This life
On top of it he stands
Stooped sholdrs bent back
To the price
He's paid
His armorment proofed
With pride
I runs with scissors
He clames
With pride
So his shirt says
If you can read it beside
Its too bad they bite
He says
As tears roll from his eye
He tries to hold from out
What's spilling from inside
I runs with scissors
He clames
With pride
It hurts so when they bite
Spills from inside
It hurts so
When they bite

Chris McQueeney  5/29/10    12:15 A.M.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Malt liquor on NE MLK

You need to

Where the fuck am
He says
And her eyes
Light up in that
Special way
In the hospital
She says
You know you were
Where the hell am I
He says
His eyes glazed
 Hands all a trembling
Do you have somewhere
 To go
She says
I'll try but I don't think
They'll let you stay
But I have to try something
Where the fuck am I
I say
Standing in the emergency
 Room hallway
All the doors
Are the same can you
Please help me
Find the way

On the stumble
To the store
For beer to cage
The screaming beast
In his chest
Echo the words of
The paramedic
 Man you need to
Quit drinking
Or you will
End up dead
Then the paramedic
 Paused in despair
And then repeatedly
Shouted in my ear
Or you
Soon be
 Those words rang
Through his head
Drinking malt liquor
He said/shouted...

Or soon I will be dead

Chris McQueeney.   5/14/13.

I will be posting this at dVerse poetry pub to share my words with theirs

Monday, May 13, 2013

Monday mauling

The air between

The best thing that
Can be said
About you
Is that that
Hole in your
Spilling filth
And insu a tions
Has been filled
With superglue
The air rubbing
That vacant place
Between your ears
Made a queer sound
Offensive to hear
Much better now
Your hole's been
Closed off to sound
No more drama
And bullshit spreading
Tied to you
That hole is made
It's a flat place
Filled with super glue

Chris McQueeney 10:20 AM

This is actually a light one

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Years of painful dedication

Board Shorts

Gutter surfing
Is a way
Of life
Night times full of
Daytimes full of
Years of painful
But as you can see
Nary a wife

Gutter surfing
Is a way
Of life
Somehow in life’s
Train station
I missed the

Gutter surfing
Is a way
Of life
Caught the tube
In the gutter
Somewhere on
Northwest Burnside

Gutter surfing
Is a way
Of life
Swallowing me too
My dinners in the drink
A twenty piece
Grinding away
My mind
If you only knew

Gutter surfing
Is a way
Of life
If you only knew
My life is in
That drink
If you only knew
My life is in
That drink
If you only knew

Chris McQueeney    5/12/13    12:16 P.M.

I think this stands by itself so I wont post the pic that generated the spark…but, if you would like please go over to View From The Northern Wall and see.......