Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems

Mind emptied.
Tabernacle full.
Body of Christ.
I stand before it.
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I walked naked into a cloud
That floated playfully upon the hill.
I was alone, there was not a crowd,
Upon the place of emptiness unfulfilled.
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There are no flags to wave
in the middle of the war.

No important words to proclaim
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Slow down.
Heart is racing like LSD.
Mind is hurting like a
black sunshine day when
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Words can fail like magnets not sticking to the fridge
and we all complain when the rent is due again.
Pay your bills and meet the obligations of
the world, never mind attending to the
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I can't stop believing in the flip-flop
digressions of your lies. They wrap me
in hot and cold emotions. I like the
distance I feel from you. It caresses me
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the lights dim
alone he sits at his table
composing memories
in his brain
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The boy dreamt of his father,

Between boys and men such
impossible expectations,
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It's a dark, strange troll that hops across my heart.
Limping in solitude through the yawning acres of departure,
encumbered by remorse.
It's been a long day and so I say,
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We sat like strangers on a train platform,
waiting for our train to be announced.
Though I sat at your side, I didn't know
what you were thinking. You didn't know
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