Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems

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91.
Words Escape, And So They Should

Words are stuck inside my throat
and yet
I am finding I am able to
free them.
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92.
Pieces Of Paper From This Hand

It is.
It is something.
Unknown horns blasting
like unicorns in a fire.
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93.
Black Smoke, And A Bucket Of Tumours.

Holding on.
Not been a good week.
Aches and pains.
Disappointment and more.
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94.
I Wasn'T Born To Be A Corporate Citizen

I wasn't born to be a corporate citizen.
Wasn't hatched to grow a suit and tie.
Symbols of oppressive domination
infiltrate the brick wall of the mind.
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95.
Enslaved People Of The Mirage

Demons of hate soar above the hollow thoughts
cackling their insanity into the hearts and minds

of the enslaved people of the mirage. A mirror
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96.
Parade

The parade passes by. We were on the
sidelines eating our candy and applauding.

Why? There was not one uniform that
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97.
Triangular Duck

You have bastardized me,
compelled me to stick pins and needles
into my veins.
Shining globes of tears that fall
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98.
In The Beginning, In The Wet

In the beginning, in the wet.
When it began, in the soft
imploding space.
Demanding attention and reacting
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99.
Cigarette Burns In The Ashtray

Cigarette burns in the ashtray. Hand that held it is limp.
I would, if I could, turn back the clock. Live again in the

serenity of promised beginnings. Dream once more of
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100.
Once A Daydream

once a daydream collected
on my soul and I kissed
its breath so much it blew
gently away
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