lest we forget

A half assed nod


What the fuck is wrong with us
That we
Feel the need
To act like nothing ever happened
Take your fucking head
Out of the sand
It was here
We did it
That kind of shit
Doesn't just go away
There are century deep scars
A half assed nod does not suffice
We need keep our history close
Lest we forget how we got here
While we owe a debt
To those whose backs shoulded
The burden of freedom
We still owe
With our words
And actions
A debt of grief for those
Whom were ground under
The heels of progress


Chris McQueeney

Dreamscape

And went away


I dreamt of you today
I dreamt of you
And you wouldn't go away
I dreamt of a drink today
I drank a drink
I drank a drink then went away
I went away today
But I keep coming back to you
And you destroy me every time
And I retreat
And I heal up
In mind and body
But still you are there
In my dreams
Calling me back to you
I dreamt a dream today
In it I drank a drink and tried to stay
I drank a drink today
I drank a drink
And went away


Chris McQueeney

Signals

Please tell me


Do you see
What i see
The fucking radio
Is talking to me
Hell
I don't know what to do
Is it just me
Or does this happen to you too
I don't know
What is going on
But it has been going on
For far too long
What are they trying to say to me
Messages from the radio
Directing me
I know it sounds wrong
But it has been happening
For far too long
I don't know what the fuck to do
They are talking about me
To me
Do they talk to you too
Just kidding
But really
The radio knows my name
Please tell me
It's not just me
I swear
Because they are telling me
They are talking to you too


Chris McQueeney

The smell of sex and flowers

Oh that lust song


If you only knew
How fucking much
I think of you
Best yet
Maybe it's better that you don't
Unless of course
It's in you too
I see you sitting there
With that face and that hair
I imagine my finger tips
Tracing the lines of your cheek
Tasting your lips
You holding me like you mean it
You holding me
Like you fucking mean it
Melting into my kiss
Breathing with me
The smell of sex and flowers
Heavy enough to bite
Or nip
Feeling the slip slide of your hip
Against mine
I close my eyes and that is what I see
You dancing to that tune with me



Chris McQueeney 

Day one

Same old same old


And we wait
We wait
for the hammer to fall
The other shoe
To drop
We wait
Knowing it is gonna happen
And we wait
Consequences are a bitch
But we know that
In advance
Even knowing
What could happen
No
What will happen
We do it anyway
Because we can't fucking help it
If We could
We would change it
Whatever the fuck it is
We would change it
Walk away from it
Free of that burden
But we wait
Knowing it is gonna happen
Because that is what you do
When doing is all that is left to you


Chris McQueeney 

walk her streets

Portland today



I walked your streets
Saw your true colors
Crack man standing on the corner
Hanging with the brothers
One for twenty
Three for fifty
Hand full of bills
If we want
These are streets though
That have more than just
Rock to their roll
Pick your poison
Just this side of old town
Black tar has its way
Pale skinned junkies
Hands out for coins to pay
Trying to chase the sickness away
In every doorway there are
Drunks that beg for the end
To come today
A lone tweeker down Burnside way
On his knees as if to prey
Picking at his arms and face
And this is a beautiful city
With beautiful places
Beautiful people
Beautiful faces
all I saw today
Was some fucking junkie
But that's ok
There are some weird fucking people
Living in Portland today


Chris McQueeney 

I still want to live

Take from me


Take from me
I have much to give
see with me
I still want to live
Walk with me
There is much to see
Hold my hand in this moment
And stand there just so
Look at me that way
Breach me with talk so sweet
It will be good
When we meet
Till that day I will hold
My future memories tight
Take from me
I have much to give
Take all from me
I have need of you to live


Chris McQueeney 

He flies pale in the night

In light of


He flies pale in the night
With the moon
Stranded weightless
In the sky
With the sun
That ever blazing
Ball of fire
Marking his place in time
In his eye
A little blue dot
Dancing its path in the heavens
Rests
Holding all that ever was
And all we can ever hope to be
If we but try
All of this
And other weighty matters
Transpire
In its confines
As well that may be
It is of small concern
In light of the many
Many galaxies
in his overburdened sight


Chris McQueeney

Drunked Up

Sunshine


Drunked up sunshine
Today
Blazing away at my face
I am a wreckage today
A waste
The shine is in my eyes
Today
And it is breaking me
In all those old ways
There is the scent
Of gin and hypocrisy
In the air
Today
And I want a taste
Sunshine In the air
Today
Leading me to the
Place of beware
Today
Through all my drunked up
Brooding
Past lives devils alive
With teeth
Biting their way into me
To be fair I'd say
They are always with me
Just waiting for release
I'm in the drunked up sun
Today
Needing a drink


Chris McQueeney

today

Spiritually hungry


What do you do
When the shit fairies
eat your lunch
Do you go home
Spiritually hungry
And sit on your couch
To consume
To consume more
More of whatever feels
Yes whatever feels
What do you do
When the shit fairies
Start chewing on your soul
Do you then give up
Do you let go
Or
Hold on tight
Hoping against hope
That this time
Everything will turn out right


Chris McQueeney 

hole

Hole


There is a hole
In my chest
In case you didn't know
There is a god shaped
Hole in my chest
Exposing my soul
Here I am left
With this hole
In my chest
And I don't know how
To let go


Chris McQueeney

God shaped

Hole


There is a hole
In my chest
In case you didn't know
There is a god shaped
Hole in my chest
Exposing my soul
Here I am left
With this hole
In my chest
And I don't know how
To let go


Chris McQueeney 

monday it is

You shaped hole


I have no music
In my soul
Bleak and empty
A hole
I have no music
In my soul
Bleak and empty
Blackened hole
I strain for the sound
But
Its nowhere to be found
All I hear
Is the wind
From the vacancy
That crater shaped
Hole
Has a tone
Only I can know
Solo
Lone
And alone
I have no music
In my soul
That is all you left me
A hole


Chris McQueeney 

bowl full of

Or not


This life seems
Like a bowl full
Of dead ends
We pick one foot up
And put it in front
Of the other
In the hopes that
Somehow
Someway
Some day
Things will get better
In the hopes that
Life will get a little
Easier
Even though
It never has in the past
Well
Maybe
Just Maybe
Things have changed
For the better
We put one foot
In front
Of the other
Only time will tell
If we were deluded
Or not


Chris McQueeney

How do I go

You’d say

Just walk away

How do I go

When I just have to stay

Can’t live like this

Too heavy a price to pay

I have trouble

Just making it through the day

This is the point

Come with me you’d say

Where you hold out your hand

And we walk away

But this is no dream

At least not today

You are no savior

And this is no play

You are no savior

And this is no play

I have to walk away

Just go

I can no longer stay

I wish you could go

There just is no way

Chris McQueeney    6/4/15

Do that dance

Two step

We try that old dance

One more time

Around and around

We twirl

Dip and slide

Aside from one another

As if anew

I always think that

That we can start

All over again

Without all the broken spaces

Clean and pure

So again we try

Even though

Even though

It didn’t work last time

Some may say that

I am a glutton for punishment

Rather

I like to think of myself

A hopeless romantic

Either way you look at it

Both are hopeless

Can’t see that while the dance is on

So

We try that old dance

One more time

One more time

One more time

Chris McQueeney    6/2/15

My life is going exceptionally well! I havn't been doing much writing lately but I hope that geets better....