Here's to a new adventure, cheers!

 

Stark and Dry

Where do you go when your soul

is just not right

When from horizon to horizon

It is stark

Why so bleak and dry

When it is dark inside

while within a sandstorm 

I hide

Where do you go when it's time to hide

When it is dark

And storming inside your mind

Where do you go

When it is dark and Dreary

Stark and Dry

Chris McQueeney    6/30/14    10:45 A.M.

So I am pondering the layout of My Chapbooks and I just realized that I can do anything I want as far as the content goes. They will be my books, mine...that is kind of a heady feeling. Not only that it is in a way daunting. I want them to be well received. Even though you could technically call me an artist and a poet it is still new to me. In a lot of ways I think very linear, straight lines and all. Kinda goes with me being a Libra, balance and fairness...well, here's to a new adventure, cheers!    

Stalking Myself

Was made


Shadowed soul seeking a hole
To bury itself
One bottle of gin
Then let us begin
that beastly role
A grave digger's spade
Was perfectly made to lead the way
Inside of dirt's womb
Deeply entomb
The mess we have made
Glass in hand
Roughly engraved
A soul's last stand
Was made


Chris McQueeney   6/29/14    4:37 P.M.


I am working on a new book, this one will take  a while for me to put together...I'm guessing Stalking Myself will be in the editing stage by early next year...in the mean time I will be putting out two Chapbook editions of my poetry with annotations and short musings of mine.

The Memory Tree

        Comforting


Shaking the memory tree
At times can be
Comforting
Danger
     The sign ahead
                   Says to me
                                Caution
              Falling memory
Gotta be a bit careful
When shaking the memory tree
What comes loose
May not seem
So comforting


Chris McQueeney

American Dream

American Team

Tornado alley trailer park

Speakeasy

Sleezy speed freak

Wheezing his way

On the wrong side

Of the tracks

Sit back

And watch it wind

Its cyclonic

Disaster

Trashing its way

Through our everyday

Got no scratch

Got no play

Way of life

Lived to the utmost 

Tornado alley trailer park

Dream

Speaksleezy queen

Cream of the crop

Rises up to meet

Him

On top of the heap

Modern day

American team

Chris McQueeney  6\20\14   1:02 P.M.

once on a lul-a-by

There is Only Sky

Somewhere over the rainbow

there is only sky

no witches on broomsticks

or monkeys that can fly

Somewhere over the rainbow

are dreams that lie

no twister falling houses

or little people on the line

somewhere over the rainbow

there is only sky

no dreams to be spoken of

once on a lul-a-by

Chris McQueeney    6/19/14   3:59 P.M.