by Chris G. Vaillancourt
There is honesty in the killing
of searchless ambitions.
Delusions of grandeur and prima donna eyes.
False sense of pride.
Scratch your groin and feel the pain
of books without words
and wars
without guns.
Whipping fresh virgins
with the caresses of violence.
Wrapping fist into glove
to punch
the table.
Just one more day in the adventure
of dying.
Another battle in the disillusionment of time.
Grabbing no particular pattern
to the screaming
of the dead lying angry in their graves.
Put on the cloak of pretend
and drop away
from aquarium living.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K., I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Winds Press, such titles as "Doors and Windows", "Dancing in the Eighties" and "Slow Burn"., I have had four poetry books published, "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" "I Walk Naked into a Cloud", "the Rushing Stream of Desires", and "A Yellow Sunshine Night".
Last updated August 18, 2011