Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: February, 2007

Free Market.

This strange feeling overcomes me
and its as if something is off kilter
as her hands begin to caress my back
gently at first, and then piercing with fingernails
Light dances and I’m confused of what to make of it
A telling sign or synapse of unbalanced chemicals
the eerie shiver runs up and down my spine
her nails play the xylophone [...]

Java Bob.

Ry and I are a better version
of David and Len
the latter mentioned poets
of no fame or real recognition yet
the biggest difference is age and subject
we still learn, and i pray they still teach
we met them at a coffee shop near
where I was attending school
Ry hunted them out first
as I followed like a giddy school girl
When [...]

Social Life in the Insect World

The Candle draws the moth
and the moth cant help it
just as the fire
is intentionally lit
it submits
to the end of its wick
at the inevitability of time
the moth has burned it wings
coming to close
and now it can no longer fly
the insect was once a worm
before it new how to learn
to transform
and forget
into its final formation
its just [...]

Open the door for me Richard, but don’t close the door on me dick.

I have become estranged
sitting around for days
hardly speaking to anyone
needing only the quite
with my voice as spring
held down
waiting for the time
to release all it’s energy
with a ferocious burst
and for what it’s worth
I miss our conversations
how we had them
all pretenses stipend
to the last precocious moment
we are light foot steps in the hall
not wanting to be caught [...]

More hot smog.

Waiting for euphoria
with his throat still swelled
and his eye’s crusted with tears
to scared to escape
waiting for the world
to deliver itself
on the silver plate
only to refuse
and say, “I’m full”
nothing is free
there is always a bill
or a promise to keep
and he is to weak
he seeps in his seclusion
creating his own world
of paranoid delusion
fusing it with new [...]

Idle-wild

I see the sun crest over the horizion
as I happened to be up before it
watching all these people scramble
like lemmings
so much more happens
when you sit still
the smiles and frowns blur
as one incandescent
beam of light
I ponder things all threw the night
having an excess of energy
with good news and bad
rolling right off of me
i know secrets
and dismiss [...]

Go figure.

I ask you to take what you want
thats the kinda market I run
some call it communism
but they don’t do there share
they leave me bare
so i have to be be brave
and brazen
I store it in a pocket
filled with false hope
where i sewed in
my suicide note
It reads
“to those who feel sadness
remember the good times”
A crime I’m [...]

I know i should’nt.

Every time i get stoned, i feel like I”m with Richard
I’m drinking a Mexican beer with Bukowski while listing to classical
in between chapters of a Hemingway
this is a world only some get
this is a poem that only writers understand
impress me though, keep on reading
What this world needs is an enema
and it’s happening in the [...]

Private: Wouned doller and the smirk.

Forget the hemline, it was the taste of hemlock on her lips
I avoided all possible failures by hitting the ground running
never stop for anything, nothing is unique as snowflakes
and even they look alike from time to time
My watch stops as I listen for the world to call out, wild
Her hair was delicate and she was [...]

Ace whole.

We don’t laugh here anymore
the floor boards are dried
in pine and whiskey
of all the days and dances
we had on them
I need a private eye
to find the inner mechanics
of an old friend
in a paradox
because the one he searches for
is behind his own glasses
I say i was in love with you
and mean it more
than i have ever [...]