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Parallel
A Poetry Collection by TashInTheClouds
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Habit
Habit
There is the cigarette ash, and the intake of breath, ingrained and harsh, a habit
TashInTheClouds
Aug 21
Red Dreams & Flowers
Red Dreams & Flowers
Once, from innocence, twice, headlong into a misadventure.
TashInTheClouds
Aug 14
Non Compos Mentis
Non Compos Mentis
“Of Unsound Mind”
TashInTheClouds
Aug 13
That’s Thunder
That’s Thunder
No one ever says that thunder only rolls once,
TashInTheClouds
Aug 12
Sybarite
Sybarite
Refresh my glass? Certainly, I can still feel
TashInTheClouds
Aug 12
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
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