One more evening

Vladimir Zuev
Harpist, (ExL)
Etching, 2008. Signed. 7/60.
5 1/8 x 3 7/8 inches.

You know

Write

write from where you know

breathe the worlds you see 

longing to be a small

Speck of matter

free

floating

be worlds to see

a kernel, a spark 

blazing so bright

to be

write from where you know 

you see

when you do they

see smell feel

this life crushing me

overwhelming beauty

sleepy comfort

blanket by the fire

warm, free!

for tonight inside

the floor a far cry from

the ground outside

destroying my feet

cant stop walking

from the sure feeling

stop for a moment

I'll stop fleeing

fall asleep,

stop breathing

feet the thin door

that reed well worn

sleeping warm

for tonight

safe floor, firm door

and locks keeping my soul

earth-bound

one more evening

Christopher McQueeney    1/6/14    4:10 P.M.

could be your own

Once upon a day

Once upon a day

The trees dropped leaf scant cover

Torn away bare to sight

Stripped of plumage ripped of pretenses

Shivering it stood, daytime, not yet night

Once upon a day

Life ganged up, humanity turned cheek

“Tough love you know” and hastened away

Walking wounded bone weary shivering

Close to froze even closer to fate being food deprived

In that state

Once upon a day

Empathy born from horror

Our grandfather’s war was fought

To bring food and blankets with dear coin

Gladly we paid to stave off starvation

Cold exposure staying that chilled kiss

Of the long sleep

Most of a world away

I wish I could just say

Nothing but a memory

Pictures pinned angrily to the wall

Mr. Mortimer’s class, history, documenting

Dachau, Auschwitz some place near

Walt’s dream castle, New Schwanstein

Atrocity, holocaust death camps

 Technicolor magic kingdom of Disney fame

No matter the beauty

The mount with castle astride it

Images tattoo inside my closed eyelids

Twenty-four years later will never go away

But sadly that I cannot say, no,

For that starved and broken look

Now fated also to never go away

I saw too close to our home

Sickeningly

Like those from that war half a world away

But on a clean window, downtown Oregon City

I stood in front of for a moment earlier today

One slight moment upon this day

Just one was enough

Quickly dropped gaze

My reflection,

Emaciated…bone weary,

And I limped away

Christopher McQueeney     12/28/2013    3:55  A.M.

This was actually weeks ago, but a woman walking past me today mirrored it…the time I saw her before that, about two weeks ago, she spoke of her intention to go sleep in the woods…there are starving and needy people n your neighborhood…a can of tuna costs a buck…a funeral costs us our humanity

Teddy bears....keeping another pillow safe!!!

There is A

There’sss a monster

Underneath my bed

But…

That’s all right

He’s friends with

All the voices

In my head

As I lay my self

Down to bed

They get together

And run rampant

Instead of resting

Like I need to be

At least, they see

All the possibilities…

To be…if

Left to me

Rampant they run

Knowing all of the fun

To be had

In-spite-of-me

That’s why

The Monster and the Voices

Have so much fun

Gibbering

All night

Under my head

Beneath my pillow

Below my bed…

Christopher McQueeney   12/24/13   8:51 P.M.

I may have found the answer to the dilemma I have been having...

Staying the night at the fathers heart in Oregon city. they treated me with kindness when family (only one ) slammed the door in my face

Father's Heart...Oregon City....

Yes Seconds

Yes, the sign says

On the very first line

Black letters, green background

Seconds, The word

On the very last line

Two words tell a story

So clearly defined

Yes

Seconds

Says the sign

Black letters, green behind

The hungry stand lined up

One thought on their mind

Tonight I wont sleep hungry

Worries no mind

Maybe tomorrow We will see

The other side

Black letters Red background 

only one line

One word, two letters

only one line

No

Is all you will find

Christopher McQueeney   12, 13, 2013   2:30 P.M

I stood in line with them, hungry, and gretful, that when starving food was provided

Santa's Caper

 

Santa's Caper

 

 

I swear, I left it here
somewhere
he says with a little
hiccup in his get up
and go cuz we got these damn
deer shitting everywhere

 

 

 

 and trying to play those fucking reindeer games,

I mean really, fucking reindeer games...

works better with Gary seneese, sted we got stinky ass beasts...

Fu king rain dear gamZ.
Gods damn it all" face purpling "Rudolf you fucking degenerate,

get back in line. and for fucks sakes stop lighting up your nose under blitzing's balls,

just aint right I say...Word to the wise,

straight from Santa's mouth to his belly,

maybe a bit from his butt too...um, that's gross,

that place your mind just went, pew! back to Santa's inside
bubbles from his belly to his brain flash front and center

hmmm, to your surprise, didn't see this one coming, can tell from his eyes,

 he's drunk, flying over, Rolling dirty, he is
super fucking High
"Mother fuck Yeah!!! Got my keys!"

he shouts from inside the dilapidated kid sized playhouse

inside that house that was silent
"Motherfucking lazy ass deer help me get this fucking thing off me before we fly.

We got to stop in Colombia on our way to that guy...you know the one, that sultan,

the one that fucks anything and lives in dubi!"
Soooo, next year keep it safe, close, inside,

rum in his eggnog on Christmas eve is horrible, wrong,

it's not ok to drink and fly.
"Dam nit Donner Keep your shit to the left, fly straight I don't wanna die."

 Shouted Santa from that house that was silent

 was silent, once upon a time...


Wander 12/2/13 4:30 P.M.

December 1, 2013 at 4:34 PM