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Parallel
A Poetry Collection by TashInTheClouds
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It’s Nothing
It’s Nothing
So, I have nothing to say, no affect to cultivate, and no urbane niche to break into —
TashInTheClouds
Aug 11
Box Set
Box Set
So, I once dreamt of a road that never circles back, and a jet that trails to different days, like a certain Jack; unencumbered.
TashInTheClouds
Aug 10
Cornwallis Pier
Cornwallis Pier
A trio of fishermen, nearby, noisy and beaming — luck, today, had been a tardy lady even for the already patient.
TashInTheClouds
Aug 9
Demon Dogs
Demon Dogs
“The road is an unchanging undulation, though it kills the time.” A Tash poem.
TashInTheClouds
Aug 7
Abridged To Paradise
Abridged To Paradise
I don’t know why it’s a given, to have a hill on which to die, when I have another couch to crash, another set of wheels to diminish.
TashInTheClouds
Aug 7
Air Show
Air Show
Downtown cafe, outside seating; the waiters, cool and briskly collecting with starched collars, impossibly dry, tongues and aprons, so…
TashInTheClouds
Aug 3
The Dandies
The Dandies
Power is a tricked out illusion, a humble-brag at best, set in palatial circumstance.
TashInTheClouds
Aug 2
All Dressed Up, From The Stars
All Dressed Up, From The Stars
The stars have faded, somewhere beyond perception: into the blue, the blue
TashInTheClouds
Aug 2
The House-Trained Polemist
The House-Trained Polemist
A perfect world sways, urbanely, pours disempowerment, as from a decanter, sparkling, as poisons must, in emptying.
TashInTheClouds
Aug 2
Belle View
Belle View
A reflection waits for a kiss, leaning in for the goddess’ blessing — a loitered secret or perhaps, more bourbon.
TashInTheClouds
Jun 25
The Time For Being
The Time For Being
I can be an acquired embellishment — a pagan pet, fit for dancing.
TashInTheClouds
Apr 28
Threads
Threads
A thread pulls, to unravel a dressing, and somewhere beneath the filaments: a carnival of skin.
TashInTheClouds
Apr 28
Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Reciting poems about a life that feels unadorned, a resilient beast — a dumbwaiter of sorts
TashInTheClouds
Apr 27
Spin It Out
Spin It Out
Spit in palm and, make a deal, to grasp a contract with a worn-down wheel.
TashInTheClouds
Apr 27
Provenance
Provenance
Provenance is a trick, a tailor-made tale for the tourist that flock, to gawk at my vacillations.
TashInTheClouds
Apr 27
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