Chris G. Vaillancourt
Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems
A Boy And The Dragons
Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are sleeping
like baby lizards in their caves. Breathless from
a day of pillage. Restful after a time of destruction.
Somewhere, on the other side of the hill, a boy
is playing in the woods. Caressing his manhood,
he becomes a symbol of self appreciation.
Be quiet. Don't disturb the boy in his game.
It is his only means of achieving satisfaction.
A reaction would disturb the molecules from
their expected conclusion.
The boy does not realize how close he is
to potential danger. If he awakens the
dragons, he awakens his ...
Like A Dangling Rock
What is this passion
that so fills my soul?
This insisting urge to seek the
hidden pathways of my mind?
Like a dangling rock that
threatens to fall,
I am on edge waiting
for a message,
or a path to follow.