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Chris G Vaillancourt
Poems
Nov 2014
Goodbye, My Former Fellow Traveller
Words bolt out but no ears hear,
Bending vowels of drained attention.
She smiles in racing blossom intervals,
the atmospheres of bending bludgeons.
But still I am in love with her, fool me.
He who talks without lips moving.
See the juvenile mouth extrapolating
to judgements faulting into aching.
I wonder, well sometimes I do think,
what fashionable jungle I'm to be?
After all, she finds life too busy
to wonder long about such as me.
Immobile with soundless ambition,
the rocks grow but not in splendour.
So this is how it must convert to action,
that she succeeds where I blunder.
Oh well, so that is how it will coexist,
with words drained and solitary existing.
"Be robust" I murmur to myself, with
heart closed and cognizance brooding.
"Goodbye, my former fellow traveller!".
I am off to request novel occupations.
You your way, and I, unhappily waving.
Exhalations the only sound which cheapens.
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Chris G Vaillancourt
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