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Sunday, October 25, 2015

The scent

Nothing more

You lay there
With that look upon
Your face
And I left
With a lingering
On my lips
And the sent
Of sex in the air
Like a cat
Feline stretch
Not I though
For me was but a taste
I'm a wreck
A waste
And I left
Needing more
And more
And more
Please Now I have need
Nothing more

Chris McQueeney ©2015

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Tuesday, October 20, 2015

just another night

Dry spells

So I walk outside
Take a look at the night sky
And realize that there
Is so much more
To life
Than meets the eye
Spend so much time
Worrying about
This or than
Rarely stopping to breathe
It all in
On those rare occasions
When the magnitude
Of all that Is
Or is not
A part of my life
Sinks in
I try if only
For a moment
To hold it tangible
Store it deep inside
To tide me over
During life's dry spells

Chris McQueeney. ©2015

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Magpie Tales

Jackson Pollock, Black Flowing, No. 8


Trying to make sense
Of all the dissonance
Is maddening
To say the least
You reached into me
Leaving me bleeding
Gleefully you tore at me
Then danced around flinging me
About with wild abandon
There I was wounded deep
You looked back at me
As if half asleep
Slow wicked grin
As you walked away
Leaving me again
And again
And again
Leaving me to pick up
All of my pieces
And again
Leaving me to make sense
Of this madness

Chris McQueeney ©2015

Penned in responce to a prompt from Tess over at The Mag

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Narcissus are you there?

If Narcissus were a man
Standing in front of a mirror
Conical shell in hand
Piercing blue eyed stare
Cloths just so
Perfectly quaffed hair
In his mind it is all there
Except for one thing
If only the shell
With the sound of the sea
Would tell the story
Of him
As well
As any reflection
That fell from his presence alone
If only
The shell would sing
A song of me
Narcissus I need you
Are you there

Chris McQueeney ©2015

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