I disappear often, as dissociative people are wont to do.

My poetry, fortunately, is more enduring, and you can peruse them through my profile.

Comments and thoughtful critiques are always welcome.

Aroha nui,
Tash

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'Bedroom II'

Amend the morning's dues,
the news and the rue,
head, dry of wit and substance
journeyed from sleep
eternal.

Amen, to this —
the soma’s persistence
through
incapacitance,

the inchoate, this
grace and eminence.

I think, I see,
a ghost

with a name
for reference,
looking for more headroom.

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'Silent Night'

Sudden bereavement
and lingering Christmas lights,

the night was silent, for the stars
and this wrongly paused moment.

I can see your face,
but can't recall

your quietened words,
my indifferent decision,
my deafness to love,
in my slowly clouding vision.

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There are songs,
and there are tragedies.

Choral memoried narrations,
chiral self-reflections,
distortions in brittle antimony.

Trailing lines of thought
in unresolved harmony.

To fade and unravel
as from a cocoon, a thraldom.
A song of love, shriven.
A song of hate, forgiven.

To emerge, unfeeling,
deaf to the world's mysteries,
unlike a child.

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Oh, this isn't a poem,
just a Friday evening's refrain
from yours truly to
the mainsprings of mediocrity,

winding my world down,
winding me up
until stuck,
9-to-5, like a Dolly,
without the D cups;

aww shucks, what
go the cheap seats,
back benchers, the pervs,
the do-nothings
upstanding

dicks of politics,
always a bunch of pricks,

Oh, I'm so sorry,
please don't mind me
'cause I'm gonna bounce
like it'll all be okay

though this ain't a poem,
just like it isn't Friday.

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'Washhouse Whore'

In the laundry for the quiet
and cleanlines,
the stains and daydreams
shifting themselves,

unlike the company
and the words,
always the nonsense,

sorrowful and plain,
pushed about,

like offcuts — old rags of thought,
off the cuff,

hello, I need you again,
hello again, to needful love

and the confidences
renew, tacitly,

just like the pain.

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'I Saw It Too'

Knocked down, by words
of indecision,
like the opposite of a revolution.

A nasty judder, like a blow,
like a kick from a slug,
like teeth closing over a tongue,
probing for a taste.

Poison, like us, bitter
coloured, anesthesia-hearted,
so unlike lovers, stockinged
for the cold, the night ahead

instead of looking back,
or in pretense; a Gorgon,
with a mirrored shard of a smile.

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'Hahahaha'

Confession
in written whispers,
blood from a pen.

The taste of cranberry,
like subterfuge
upon stretched lips.

Trite words.
A scraped thought,
like a throat.

An unfeeling trope,
dearth and aimless
as a zombie.

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The haze persists, to remind
with a swell of colour,
the decisions of a secret life.

Observe, the crumpled ashes
that had once shimmered
as a beloved,
before shedding a soul's
worth of weight to die.

For all such moments,
one must eventually smile.

The meaningless of being
is the shape and silhouette
of a tawdy trinket,
ransacked and discarded
like a consolation prize.

An after-image
for someone else's afterlife.

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'Sensory Other'

Call me out for a Friday dance —
a tryst and trick, on the way out, fuck, 
unbothered by the world
dragging slowly behind.

Take me, show me 
a newborn sorrow,
a debutante's swan song,

a whirling semaphore
for a brain, too blown out
to encode

the spiral of a Bowie-esque choir — 
the la la las; engulfed 

in a dance hall of nuances,
where a girl can finally name 
her fear before being

replaced by another.

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