The sound

The sound flows

Through me to my center

And crunches into my heart

Like a head on into a pile of bricks

Please stop

If you don’t you’ll die

Stop your killing me

I would say

No but if you insist

We can work something out

Work it out

And get back to me

With what you think

Thank you come again 

Try as we might

Wandering in the land of poets
is a fine place to be
every corner filled...terse
Jump from verse to verse

Jump from verse to verse
feeling the whole time
that things could be worse
and they could be
...worse...much worse

...worse...much worse
how do we measure these things
if we were going to be fair
we give it all the same weight
we do that, but at the same time
how can it all even out

How can it all even out
if the trials we face
are all different
and the monsters
behind the closed doors
are all different

Try as we might
only so fair can we be

Two fer today

numbed 


 I've numbed the pain
Of the blows you sent
After all these years
This is where I went
I've had some time
To contemplate 
How you fit in
And what's on my plate 
I've decided here
It isn't too late
Time enough to steer 
Back to steady roads


Chris McQueeney    3/29/15

Well through

Tongue tied

I stand twisted about

Your self was in my way

Your self was in my way

But I made it past

With room to spare

Why you had to be

In that place

I hope I never find out

I stood twisted

For only a moment

But it was enough

To get my riles up

My hackles were all

A stir

But it was only for the briefest

Of moments

Then I was past

And through

Your stir of self

Your influence was sparce

And thin

And I am well through

With it

Chris McQueeney    3/30/15

Tune it up

Tune it up

Turn it up

I want to hear that shit

Loud

Make the room thump

Turn it up

I want to hear that shit

Loud

Make the house bump

Turn it up

I want to hear that shit

Loud

Turn it way the fuck up

Boom

Goes the thump

Bump goes the trunk

Turn it up

I want to hear that shit

Loud

I want to feel it in my bones

You know what I am talking about

Feel me up

Run me down

Let the sound pump

Jump the gaps dump the tracks

Turn it up

I want to hear that shit

Loud

Turn it way the fuck up

Chris McQueeney    3/27/15

Childs fancy

You come equipped

Playground slayer

Chunked wood layer

You got your lance 

As well as your shield

You come equipped

With a Jump rope whip

All the ground from

Blacktop to blacktop

Is your domain

Other travelers may

Unlawfully traverse

What you rule

By birth’s decree

 your accouterments

May be hailed as a child’s

Fancy, but not by you

Chris McQueeney 10/4/14

ride the rails

Choo choo


the train has left the tracks
rumbling off it's rails
It just cant make it back
Watch it as it tumbles past
Derailments are not an every day occurrence
Watch as the engine meets the caboose
Do they say hello or is it goodbye
One wonders these things
As they happen only now and then
The train has left the rails
And is off the tracks
Never mind the passengers
They have no say in the matter
Makes one leery about riding the rails

Tender

Tell me again


Tell me you love me again
you fickle creature
as if love was a shield
protecting all your soft spots
as if you could move 
with your love
staying in place
your place also saved by 
your fickle love
one minute is all you need
to plaster your need 
all over the place
You tempt me even though
I know pain
pain filled love from a fickle source
Rocks are solid
unless they roll
And again you are there 
with your love filled eyes
pinning me down again
penning me down again


Chris McQueeney    3/24/15

The tri tip

The three of you

There is only one of me

But there are three of you

How do you expect me to keep up

You run roughshod over me

Through me

And under me

You are underhanded

Without even trying

It’s just the nature of you

You pick up my pieces

And look at them like

You have no idea

What you are about to pitch over your shoulder

You know I can tell

But you find yourself just so far

Above me behind me below me

I haven’t a chance in the world

I hadn’t a chance from the very start

There is just one of me

No match

For the three of you

Chris McQueeney    3/22/15

spring is morning

Spring is morning and the end of nights
So she said
As she lay there all akimbo
And the end of nights is all we have
Any more
All her thoughts were a twirl
Worrying at her like a dog at a bone
At times landing
At others flying over her place
In this world
Is it here is it there
She couldn't decide
And that's the crux of the matter
She couldn't decide
And in her indecision was a decision
In and of itself

Follow that Dream

This dream That dream

It is all a dream

Anyway

Some days

It is all I can do

Not to cry out

Why me Lord

Why me

On other days

Like today

I give thanks

For what I have gotten

And for what

I don’t have

Thank you Lord

Chris McQueeney    3/19/15

Twenty eight years

Death she takes

Death she takes her time

May seem quick to you but she

Never makes mistakes

Death she takes from me

Everything I have and all

I will ever be

Death she takes her time

In all of it she seems true

Watch her as she works

Death she takes her toll

Eternity is her coin

She spends it wisely

Chris McQueeney 3/16/15

Today my dad would have, if he had lived, twenty eight years sober...he was my, and is my inspiration for being a sober member of society...he had a lot of sayings that he lived by but the one that sticks with me was Pass it on. so today I am reminded of the good that he lived by and the good he passed away with. One day while doing some yard work I said to my dad that I hated rewinding the hose that I hated to do that particular chore. His response to me was that I should do it first to get it over with. That was how he lived his life. Love you Dad!

Robot like reflexes

Robot like reflexes

Robot like reflexes

Hurky jerky all twirly whirly

Like a spastic child

On sugar

Watch him try to walk

Would be a laugh

If it weren’t so tragic

Would you keep on trying

Were it you

I bet you would have

A hard time of it

Robot like reflexes

Hurkey jerky all twirly whirly

Like an old man

On crank

Watch him try to breathe

Would be a joke

If it weren’t so tragic

Would be a joke

If it weren’t so tragic

Chris McQueeney    3/16/15

every day

Fuck it all up


We are one
you and I
we are one with the
center of it all
we are one
but
we can't agree
with each other
we are one
but not all the time
you see the flipside
as up
and I see the river
we were one
all that time
it only takes once
to fuck it all up
we are one
and the same
while at the same time
we were the same until
until that one time
like has already been stated
it only takes once
to fuck it all up


Wander    3/15/15    7:24 P.M.


I havent checked in for a while. I have been having a time of it I tell you...well not really. I am on a fairly high dosage of some medications and they steal my writing from me. It is frustrating to sit down at the computer and have nothing come to mind, expecially knowing that there should be something there. aside from that some good things have been happening..........................

Shut up for a moment and let me think

I look at you

And I see the truth

Of your lies

You know you don’t have to

Tell me the truth

Why bother

You’ll just fuck it up anyway

What is your truth

Today

Sweat it for a minute

And think I am buying it

But the truth is so much fuller than your

Lies

Give it a try for size

Slip it on like a warm glove

And twirl it around the block

You might find it easier a fit

Than lying

Chris McQueeney    3/3/15    10:02  P.M.

Getting on it

Make it special

Let’s get rowdy

I want to tear shit

         Up

And down the streets

Let’s get rowdy

And fucking break

            Shit

Come on and go out

With me

Let us do some

Damage

Fill up your bag

With random shit

To throw

Get that throwing arm

Limber

We gonna put some use

To it

Let’s tear shit up tonight

See us through the night

To start all over again tomorrow

Just one night of mayhem

Feel me there

At your side through it all

Let’s get rowdy

Because

Because

Fuck because I don’t need no reason

I just wanna break shit

And I need you there

To make it special

Chris McQueeney