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Christopher Quigley Poem
If i was an ant
would my fathers sister be my aunt ant
and where does the d come from in pigeon
but sorry for the derision
Wanting to be the first person ever to unbake a cake
and if our knees bent the opposite way
What would our chairs look like
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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Christopher Quigley Poem
..the block where all the writers live
if you cant do anything good
is that righters block
a place for satanic sacrifice
a riters block
The triangular piece of wood that released
the brothers plane
the Wrighters block
only left turns
the rights are blocked
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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The hero of my story is a loser
Going back in time one day
of my life every day of my life
just to kill myself
Making myself devolve
just to join the same
I am no better than anyone else
and never want to be
Justice missing its ice
You may visit
but i am the one that lives in here
No end credits to watch
Please put rubbish in the bin provided
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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What would God pay for my soul
What if i told him no
the acme cartoon jaw
hits the floor
If time travel is possible
why the hell go back
Even Confucius swore
Plato banged his big toe
time when Einstein didn't know
Choosing between either or or
Ripping the mirror apart
same image
on every part
The universe smiled at me today
and i could only see the creases
Spent my best times with the breeze
seconds see night and day
For in the moments used
is where i laze
This dogs day afternoon
spent waiting for the moon
Suns reflection stored within the corner of my eye
Just like smoke mixed with evergreen mist
Sea froth bubbles to extinction
Pick my words for me
but be gentle
the stones have bruised
my mind
but unblemished
me at the core
as you leave
would you mind
closing the door
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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I unlearned everything today
you learn something new ever day
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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I only speak french to people i think i have seen before
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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An undecided thought
took a stroll
always thought that half of me
wasn't me
Do you sometime feel as if that
muted voice
inside
is hiding something
just beyond your sight
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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The only one
who knows the truth
is telling the lie
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Quigley Poem
So i need to explain
i body pop as in breaking
this is me trying to explain
when i get into a groove
and let go
so visual presentation
i will upload a tiktok
https://www.tiktok.com/@sudgett6/video/6832431985181396229?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1&lang=en
of me dancing to
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeBcdrtronPgrujr5vOkeH9_ePzOEQHvc&ab_channel=TrapandBass
now you can see what i mean
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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