cut me off

Cut me off
before I say
so much foolishness
it overflows the room
and I’m chin deep in it.

– matt at shadow of iris

waiting

There’s a bright lamp
in the window
and next to it she sits
well into the twilight hours
letting memories linger,
tear drops
on the verge of falling.

– matt at shadow of iris

under the moonlight

Across a point
reflected unevenly
so that everything is bent
and ripples slightly
under the moonlight.

– matt at shadow of iris

the chip

He created a computer chip
that with all the ‘write’ inputs
would tell him what to do
so that he could do nothing.

– matt at shadow of iris.

words ii

He wrote
so many words
that eventually
they began to crowd
upon themselves
and push
and become brutish
until finally
some began
to fall off the page
into a world of silence
where their pleas
could not be heard.

– matt at shadow of iris
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