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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Gonna be gone for a few

The Wasteland Shee

Their "Shee" stood
draped in nothing
but red
life brightens
this leached out
seemingly lifeless wasteland
so beautiful to see
these words came to be
I bet she wishes she thought
ahead about
a belt, or waistband...
Or a life aside of this

Christopher McQueeney    2/27/14  2:35  P.M.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

A year or more ago


A year or more ago
The Way Back Machine
Played a joke that
Was kind of mean
"I will leave the door open,
For everything
You hope for
& every Nightmare
You can dream
Will come to you
As if without a seam.
While you are on
This journey
Don't even try to hurry,
For every day you
Live more
There went ten times
Ten thousand score

Christopher McQueeney    2/25/2014    3:24  P.M.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Do things happen for a reason, or are they just random events that we try to ma e since of to survive...a year and a half ago i probably would have said things were random, that life just was. now , feel a bit different about it....

Special ed Scarecrow

Floating through life
Shipwrecked albatross
Ditrious razed to the level
Of gem stone covered
Memories remain seen though
Through the ditrious haze
Shipwrecked albatross
Floating lost
Some things gotta change
Choppy seas beget sick
Firm ground, complete loss
Never been cut out for
This shit
Special ed scarecrow
God driven
Riddled middens
Of a perceived life
Special ed scarecrow
Home with no young ones
Bed with no wife
Gonna grow wings
Learn to fly
Shipwrecked no more
Albatross gotta go
Memories of a life remain
Ditrious riddled middens
God driven living
Giving a special ed scarecrow
A place indoors, view of the sky
With room to grow

Christopher McQueeney   2/17/14    3:00P.M.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Tuesday GuestSpot...Brian from WaystationOne

The Brians, fifteen into one…………..

Finding interesting people on the bloggosphere is easy; comes to mind an image of a creepy kid wearing his sisters prom dress passed out drunk at his computer where for all the rest of the world he can be Serolophus a elderly scholar that critiques his readers and says lofty meaningless platitudes. This is not the case about our guest tonight at all...I "met" Brian by stumbling upon a blog that intrigued me, d'Verse Poets first I thought for sure "Brian" had to be at the least fifteen people using that avatar because of the prolific nature of his writing and reading and responding clearly to each piece...but, after watching him closely, (sounds like stalking right, sadly no, but thanks for assuming) and then interacting with the many "Brians" I came to the realization that the fifteen was only one when I read him "speak" about helping a kid struggling with addiction, about coffee and cigarette smoke and obviously to a drunk like me he was talking with poetry about dragging that kid to a twelve step I had to say hello and ask him about it privately...from that email I was amazed at who Brian actually was. I would like to welcome Brian from Waystationone to Wander without being lost, welcome Brian…
Brian, tell us. How you came to be standing outside of a twelve step meeting with that kid....

At the time I was counseling at risk kids. I had about 5 boys/young men that I met with each week, each one different. His escape was pills; mostly prescription, pain pills, ADHD meds, anything he could score. He also drank. He was an addict. Any time stress became too much he retreated to the blur. So I took him to meetings. 

I have taken kids to meetings for years on and off.

Ok, you have worn many hats; tell us about some of that

Ha. I dunno. Maybe I have not figured out what I want to do in life. That’s not true really. Each of the other things I have done is a facet of helping people and in particular kids. It’s when I had the biggest struggle in my own life. I have taught, counseled, pastured kids. I worked for Citibank once---actually did very well---sales and training. i have lost count of all the little jobs really, lol.. 

How did you come to be a poet?

A friend asked me to write a poem. I was a prose writer and she said i should try poetry. That was somewhere around 4 years ago and the rest is history.

Who was your favorite "Partridge family" member?

Whew. It’s been a while since I watched partridge family. Evidently there is an 80% chance I am Reuben, according to the quiz I just found.

Ha ha, just wanted something random
Who is your favorite author?

Not an easy question as I read very much. Erika Meitner is one i just recently fell in with. Also I am studying some alt lit poets right now that write outside of the box. Saul Williams is another.

Your favorite poet?

My dear friend Claudia Schoenfeld.

Who are you reading now and would like to mention

Tao Lin is quite interesting. Not for everyone. The stuff coming out of muumuuhouse is challenging the way I see poetry. Matthew Rohrer.

Would you share with us two or three of your pieces of work?

The verse/ /the music is one I recently posted. I like it. It has a more hip hop beat to it and it addresses love & poetry and how they entwine at times.

Human encompasses my interaction with the world around me. I meet all kinds of people and love to hear their stories.

Price tag populus is one of my social conscious pieces. i think we all have an investment to make in this world.

Thanks for sharing those with us Brian! Now I  am going to really impose on Brian's generous nature...
Would you white an original piece for us your interview readers?

Ok, totally random poem I wrote in my notebook the other day.

"In the quiet moments, somewhere"

it's a rip off,
only 1 blue Jolly Ranchers
in a whole bag

my son
gets the first one in West Virginia
& by Pennsylvania, he's ready 
for another

'i think you got the only one.'

'no there is more.'

i dump the bag on the floor
between the front seats, one eye
on the road--they roll under seats
down the aisle to the back
of the van

'ah, there is one more,'

he is happy
& for the last 35 miles
the only sounds are the mountains
grumbling as the plates
move slowly by

or into each other.

Coopyright 2/11/2014

As a teacher how did sandy hook impact you or your students?

We do more drills. I talk with my students about things. I think on some level they are blinded by an “it can not happen to me” belief. some get it and are emotionally attached. Maybe the benefit of youth is being able to move beyond these things better than us.

What is your most prized memories?

I had this great Thai food a couple months ago. Ok, that was an effort not to fall into my wedding day or the birth of my children. Its hard though because every day is so full of wonders to experience. 

Saddest moments?

Probably the hardest day was delivering the funeral for my mother in law and giving her permission to die in the hospital.

What else do you think we should know about yourself?

I have not worn underwear in 22 years, which always makes boxer/brief questions a little awkward. I would love to have a pet squirrel. I would not make him wear a leash, but if he sat on my shoulder periodically it would be nice.

I write. I live. I love. People invigorate me. I like music in all its flavors.

Thank you so much Brian…if you want to read more about Brian, his writing or the people he reads please visit him at

Christopher McQueeney 2/11/2014    5:42 P.M.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

X Y & Z

I am stressing my medication situation, and pondering the act of assumption and how it can either unwarrantably improve or harm someones position in life...and how much of my life over the last year and a half has been driven by the assumptions of others ( I'm not overlooking myself here but that is a whole different conversation...)people don't even realize that at times their assumptions are based on assumptions at times started from a snapshot of a situation..."well I assumed that you were x because if you weren't doing y you had to be x and that you would z if it were any different than that" in that statement, which I have heard, maybe worded differently, a thousand times over the last six months is an example of basing a number of assumptions off of a root assumption which might then compel one to then act in error...
Life is not algebra, I wish I wasn't contemplating how my life, or any ones for that matter, became an equation quantified by the factors x y and z...I fucking hate algebra, and I fucking hate how many assumptions and their subsequent justification based actions have impacted my everyday life for a year and a half now...a year and a half ago I was injured on the job, and am still very much suffering direct as well as indirect consequences of that injury. Sometimes excuses are actually examples, and reasons may just be justified actions based on false assumptions. At times life is bigger than the analogies used to describe it, and at times platitudes are just assumptions, fell between the cracks, sometimes bad things happen to good people, shit happens, finally, there's always tomorrow.

Chris McQueeney 5:00 AM    feb

Friday, February 7, 2014

visiting luna

A night to remember

Flying to the moon
Can be quite fun
Visiting luna just yesterday
Who did I see...the sun!
Quickly I grab my winged shoes
For ocasions such as these
Gun to belt, bow in tow
Beneith the waves  he sank
Not gone forever
But I have him
On the run
Gotta love a good chase

Chris mcqueeney

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Wednesday, February 5, 2014

I have missed you

Lost a bet, or won it...either way

Glad I read this first my dear friend
Sad your words have been
I have missed you

Just over a year ago god drew a map in the sand
The outline of just about everything
Walk this path tread without doubt
Its the only way
They'll all hate you
At least parts of the way
Pain my son most steps
Starting today

Like running a ridiculously
Long way backwards
What does running backwards towards that day
Prove anyway
We have seen u fall enough over as many years
Lost a bet he say
His prayer got answered, and for that he would have agreed, said ok

Just over a year my friend,
Backwards i have run towards that future day
Stumbled and fell
Picked myself up to hear my loves say
What does it take
Why try so hard to prove you know how to loose

I shouldn't have tried to edify
Should have said
Made a prayer on that early January day
Was answered
Said ok

Got one choice
He told me
There's only one way

Had to walk away from u
My closest friend as backward I tread
I couldn't handle seeing
That look come to your eyes
As u watched me dying

I was given one choice
He knew that I can't be afforded wiggle room
Might not end up looking like pieces of debris
On an ocean floor
he carried me much of this way

Graced with an answer to my prayer

I said ok

Saturday, February 1, 2014


Fire Rained

On that day
Home from school
A reprieve from that hell
A short stay amongstblanket
Covered couch cushions
Warm and drowsey
The launch, first sexpot in space,
My brothers teacher
To the heavens flew away
Fire rained from that crule sky
We wepped oh horrer
Just like kennedy i hear
My mom say
About your age
Shot him dead
Didnt go to school that day
Phone rings
Mister yanky princaple
Lincoln elementry
Schools canceled, for sure today
They had rolling tvs special that morning of firey rain
Special launch
First teacher woman towards space
Challangers exploded, no school today
She/ they are all gone
Today we mourn their loss
Tragidy, just like kennedy
She tells yankee from lincoln
Transported back
To the morning of her childhood
When fire rained from a cruel sky
He as dead as they
Fire rained from that horrid sky
We stayed home that day
Crying as mom muttered away about
Her pain
Two youngins left
To make their own way

Chris Mcqueeney.   Jan 30 2014