JumbleA Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
A presence falls into the darkness of the daylight.
I am waiting to meet it with anticipation.
Evil sheds like slipping reptiles of hate.
Shattering the olive oil of desire.
As quick as it arrived.
It was serenely gone.
And I wondered.
A demon danced like evil inside of my heart.
© 2011 Chris G. Vaillancourt
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Last Updated on April 12, 2011
Chris G. Vaillancourt
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
AboutOver 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 Wi.. more..
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