Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems

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.
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I have scratched the loneliness
that never knows its path
Bright as black
I flowed into its waters
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Come to me fickle words.
Lift the weight from
my mind.
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In my understanding
of this hemisphere,
I sense a certain
discontentment.
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Where am I going? Isn't this the question that
filters into most of our minds? I have spent my

life questioning the borders erected around me.
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You had me stand naked in the snow.
Then you undressed my soul
as if it was a paper plate
that you could rip up and
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Suddenly I am thrown and tossed,
...................broken and fixed.
Discontent. Unhappy.
Content. Happy.
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Whispers struggled out by the lisping of
the hands are
not promises that shall be kept.
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In August the grass discovered it could grow all by itself.
It could stretch its green almost to the sky.
The grass-cutter was being removed, it was free!
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Two Niggers, talking to a Jew,
An Asian man listening in.
Dance the hate.
Feel the verb.
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