Circle In The Sand

by Chris G. Vaillancourt

You drew a circle in the sand,
daring me to enter into it.
I understand
But I do not understand the rambling utterances
of a thousand blinking heads
bobbing up and down
in patters of
moronic agreement.
You drew a circle in the sand,
demanding I try and erase it.
I submit to you
every drop of glass
will only
the feet.
You enjoy this masquerade and so
in the shade you draw
hunger etched
in daggers of revival.
In a distant wall a drum is beating.
Creeping lines of
corporate slime
entrusting the
battle of life
to the
dollar signs
you have flung from your pocket.
You draw a circle in the sand,
forcing me to step inside it.
Once I have, you step out.
I am the twisted eye
standing like a
lone rock
inside a circle in the sand

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Chris G. Vaillancourt was born on, April 5, 1959, in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. From an early age, writing poetry was his primary means of explaining the world to himself. His first poem was published when he was still a teenager, and as he aged, his portfolio has grown. In the 1980's his first chapbooks were published, paving the way for an extensive list of published works. He has had 4 books published, with more surely to follow. Chris G. Vaillancourt may be considered one of the best contemporary poets of this age.

Last updated October 25, 2011