Monthly Archives: August 2010
old memories
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
old memories
small spaces
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
small spaces
Random experimentation
Random experimentation
happy accidents
last minute decisions
modifications
forthcoming.
– matt at shadow of iris
a hot day
Time moves forward
but holds steady
ripples
across a puddle
a gentle breeze blowing
on a hot day.
– matt at shadow of iris
a hot day
cozy
A city built
in a cubbyhole
tightly congested
houses
toppling
on top of each other
cluttered
claustrophobic
cozy
a place for tiny people
hidden away
where heavyweights
dare not go.
– matt at shadow of iris
cozy
regrets
He liked
a mild smoke
only he didn’t like filters
so he smoked
chesterfields.
He died at 50 of lung cancer
but he didn’t have any regrets;
only his family did.
– matt at shadow of iris
regrets
stare
At times I would catch her
staring at me
from the broken window
in the house next door;
deep brown eyes
set in a pale, lovely face
with long thick black hair
that disappeared
into the shadows;
a shameless stare
relentless
and always
only for me.
– matt at shadow of iris
stare
between
Falling through the space
between cracks
which no one ever sees.
– matt at shadow of iris
between
the smell of copper
The surgeon cuts the body
and steam rises
along with the smell of copper
in a damp cold tent
in the middle of a battle field
where icy rain falls
and the sound is filled
with sporadic gunfire
and occasional
explosions.
– matt at shadow of iris
the smell of copper
