Wine and Roses

And still

Scent of denial

Fragrant, cloying

Skeleton of our life

Doing double time

And still

A shattered remnant

Remains vital enough

To jostle memories

Of wine and roses

Chris McQueeney

3/29/12

8:56 P.M.

This piece was put together for 3WW and also for dVerse  both are good places to go and see some work by some very talented poets.

It takes a special kinda stupid

And make it happy and shiny and new

She says count to ten

No, count from ten to zero

As if it is a game

Of hide and seek In reverse

Will counting from double digits To none

Take the hurt

And make it happy and shiny and new

Ten, Nine,

It’s not your fault they teach

Eight, Seven, Six

Moron In the college you went to

Five, Four,

But it takes a special kinda stupid

Three, Two,

To actually think that shit works

One….

Chris Mcqueeney   3/27/12   12:02 P.M.


Hop on over to dVerse and see what the open verse has to offer

Never quite remember

   
  Only we can see

   The three of me

   Standing next to you

   All agree

   While watching ourselves

   From the corner of our eyes

   We see clearly

   What we need to be

   You don’t know

   Only we can see

   Me

   Myself

   And i

   All three agree

   We are real

   Not you

   Only

   Me and

   Me and

   me

Chris McQueeney   3/25/12   11:19 A.M.

"Insanity is never a fun place to visit, you just can never quite remember it afterwards...so you assume you had a good time"         
                            Chris McQueeney    3/25/2012   12:00 A.M

The picture and prompt were brought to you by Tess at The Mag 110 Credit for photo also to be found there. Please visit and see what others have to feel about the prompt....


On a side note I have to say I had a very good weekend visiting with a best friend, more of a brother, and his son. Gotta say I had a good time fucker!

Money tree

We live in a world

Where the all mighty dollar

Drives the bus

What happens when

There’s not enough

Green to go

Around the corner

It’s easy to see

That there is no need

When you have never

Dug behind the seat

To find that last nickel

To buy two hotdogs for a buck

The only meal to be had this week

It’s easy to say

You can make yourself over

In just one day

Lean green money making machine

The American dream

When for you the money did grow

On your family tree

Chris McQueeney 3/20/12   10:23 P.M

This poem has been taken over to dVerse poets open link night

And also to Promising Poets Parking Lot week 64

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 "Insanity looks like a safe place to hide after being bludgeoned with to much reality. The trick is to remember that the grass is never greener on the squirrley side"
                                        Wander     3/20/12    11:22 P.M.

Quotes from my father

“It takes me six beers to reach the level, and from there I can start to enjoy myself”, he brags

“Son when you can fit in my pants you can tell me what to do” he says tipping another wine cooler on the drive to Idaho.

“Here is a twenty, go play video games and leave me alone to sleep” he slurs just before passing out in an Arlington parking lot.

“You drive Chris, your old enough” he says to his nine year old son on a Canadian highway after too much whisky.

“Ok Jenny, our hands are in your life” he says to his eleven year old daughter on the same day on the same Canadian highway miles further on.

“I was working, I have to work long hours” he tells his son and daughter after only seeing them for a few hours the entire week of Christmas break.

…………..

“I wasn’t on a business trip when you came for your visit on spring break, I was at a treatment center quitting drinking”

“I am so sorry for the things that I did while drinking, the time I should have spent with you and your sister on Christmas break I was doing coke and drinking” his words to his ten year old son.

“When I told you real men don’t cry, I was wrong, that was probably the worst advice I have ever given you”

“I’m sorry you have to keep doing this to yourself son. I love you, but you can no longer live with me” he says to his overdosed nineteen year old son.

“I understand more than you think, I’m the only one in this car that’s sober” he says to his delusional twenty year old son.

“If all you have is God you’re fucked; if all you have is AA you’re fucked”

“When someone refers to themselves as an alcoholic I don’t need any more explanation, I understand the suffering, torment, and the pain they experienced. No more explanation is necessary, I understand”

“My name is Scott and I’m an alcoholic, and I have sixteen years sober today”

Dad got sober twenty five years ago today, march seventeenth nineteen eighty seven. I got the opportunity to know him drunk and I got the gifts from him being sober. I hear a lot of opinions from people about AA who are not alcoholics, or heard rumors from someone that it doesn’t work, or that the people in AA all whine about not being able to drink anymore, and my favorite is that they are all just weak people. If you knew Dad, weak would be the last word you would use to describe him.

Twenty five years ago today I got to hear the last lie due to my father’s alcoholism and drug addiction. That “business trip” was the start of the rest of his life. On St Patty’s day nineteen eighty seven dad came to wearing a pair of green bootees and never drank again.

Happy twenty fifth dad, love your son.

Chris McQueeney  3/17/12   12:59 P.M.

Here is my submission for FF55 at Mister know it all, This is a poem with exactly 55 words 

Full moon so fine

Full moon in the sky Do you see it there?

Floating by so fine

See how the light Strikes it just so

The angle of flight is Orbital,

Trajectory in the sky So low

Sad enough to watch It go

Sadder still is to know

It’s gonna fucking hurt

When that chick hits the ground

Chris McQueeney 3/16/12    11:38 P.M.