Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems

Please don't wake me up when I'm sleeping,
it's easier to get by when not awake.
Leave all problems till Monday
and
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Fog drifts hazy over the floating
signs of bent sheets of silver
collected by the acid dripping
gentiles who have
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Someday we'll be just like a garden,
growing together in our souls.
Sharing the flowering dreams,
blending the new with the old.
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There are always shadows in the clouds
Startled pictures of places never shown.
Arches that sputter bravely
.................against the yellow of the sun.
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Yes I'm all dizzy and tired and concerned
about the blurred vision of plastic minds.
Thinking that if I reach internal nirvana
I won't feel so weak all the time! Why pretend
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Damp drilling spiders
correcting Grammar
and fulfilling their mission.
We are breeze skinned now
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All grandmothers whisper, their lips move, they brush their hair

they mutter incantations over dead husbands
long forgotten.
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When the fury of the being is over-done,
......................there will be the reply
...................... that was spoken but not heard.
Waves and waving aquatics walk
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A crossing wind
flutters over the lawn.
A black car shuffles down
the street as
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Morning is grey.
Damp ground.
Rained most of the night.
Jacket on.
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