'Pissing Down'

Rock walls sway when watered,
cascade into a pleasantness, for
the rainbows, and
the tourists,

the homeless, in the car parks,
waiting for the loos
and a little providence,
par excellence,

something Godly for a prayer's due,
and perhaps a little less rain.

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Tumble out of bed,
as from a drain,

unwholesomely,
an impulsive discharge —
a migration to the next ex-
it.

The heart strays,
restless with gravity,
oddly, a non-Newtonian
punching bag,

while the inviolable head
says don't touch me,
just don't.

No.

The grey skies always match
the threadbare curtains.
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A willow vine in the breeze,
winding
as random prose is wont to do,
cluttering a mind's shape.

See, with an askance glance,
a couple's kiss against the green,
the twine of feelings,
tightening.

Feel,
the love sickness,
slow movement and
the change,

the leaves, twisting
into serif knots,

into
bruised fists

and other
fanciful shapes,

then look away.

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'Helping'

Keeping things down
ain't easy,

milk and cookies,
spilling onto skinned knees,
scraped things,
thin and thinning,
both

still too attractive.

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Contemplation,
undemanding as sleep,

keeping the nightmares in
with the lights out, unrevealing,

until the head remembers
and the summer sings,
brightly, upon keloid scars,
like Braille,
stubbornly unfading.

The view is nice from here, for a while.

The myriad of bathers
circle once
in joyous resplendence,
then disappear.

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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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