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