Shadow of Iris

blue harmonies

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 21:49:26 PDT

Blue harmonies
awash in blood;
fangs
that bleed from the kill;
life that feeds on life
victors and victims
meddling
melding
a million connections
a billion connections
computations
you’ll never understand
complexity
stretching out
over a span of time
longer than your arm
memorabilia
falling down a well
lost in time.

A man digging in the dirt
finds one of your false teeth
fossilized
and some imprints left
by hair that had fallen from your comb;
he smiles
and take a break for beer
to celebrate.

– matt at shadow of iris

fresh eyes

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 03:25:52 PDT

A damp chamber
where water drips
drop
drop
drop
a puddle
with slow moving ripples
deep underground
where the air stays cool
year round
and pictures not seen
for thousands of years
still await
fresh eyes
to find them.

– matt at shadow of iris

home

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 05:08:20 PDT

Move across the land;
search for small signs
of life;
the signals that emerge
from whispers at dusk
heard between siren calls
and panicked screams.

And still
the thread in my hand
is all that keeps me together
and the hope
of home
on the other end.

– matt at shadow of iris

calm

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 01:50:05 PDT

You’re blowing up
into a million pieces
to be scattered like seeds
all across the city
where bad asses scream
and wish for a semblance
of calm.

Journalists watch
and scrawl out stories
but no one cares;
no one dares.

I’ve a mind
to whisper dreams
and hum tunes …

It’s still there
on the tip of my tongue
that thing you said
only
I can’t ever
remember it.

– matt at shadow of iris

dancing

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 04:10:53 PDT

I hear the music
and there
in a secret place
I am dancing.

– matt at shadow of iris

image

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 05:20:10 PDT

I look at my own image
and wonder
at this shady character;
he’s not the one I see everyday
in my own mind’s eye.

I’m a ghost
hovering among spirits
constantly buoyed
by the wind
of their emotions.

– matt at shadow of iris

old memories

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 05:27:05 PDT

Old memories
of the capture
subsequent imprisonment
and torture
haunted him
for most his life
but he continued to insist
surrendering his ship
had saved lives
that otherwise
would have been lost.

– matt at shadow of iris

small spaces

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 04:15:38 PDT

The heat here
is a wet sodden thing
that holds you
in a daze
while cicadas cackle at you.

The air conditioner
is a mean warden
who taunts you
and keeps you bound
in small spaces.

– matt at shadow of iris

Random experimentation

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 04:27:34 PDT

Random experimentation
happy accidents
last minute decisions
modifications
forthcoming.

– matt at shadow of iris

a hot day

podcast@shadowofiris.com — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:00:37 PDT

Time moves forward
but holds steady
ripples
across a puddle
a gentle breeze blowing
on a hot day.

– matt at shadow of iris