Monthly Archives: October 2010
animiculum
Black, opaque, formless
the size of an apple
or even a flea
border blurred
here and there
now and then
it moves
thick stubby fingers
protruding out
slowly it goes
slowly it grows.
It’ll find you and hold you
under the blankets as you sleep
or in your sock as you slip it on;
you’ll barely feel a thing
until it is too late
and your neighbors will wonder
while your friends be appalled
at what’s come of you late.
Small matte-black opals
abnormally cold to touch
still in contact
with that great beast of old
way up toward the north
frozen out there in the waste.
Your heat and life’s essences
and any good you’ve got left
they’ll feed it aplenty
as they wait for that day
when struggle by struggle
and crack by crack
that ancient black ice is shattered
and that old beast of hell
rises once more.
– matt at shadow of iris
Animiculum
time stands still
Time stands still
and the dream extends itself
as they come for you.
Decorated anonymity
beings that offer only pleasure
and annihilation.
Feathered and adorned
masters of their art
a perfect form
that burns within
and reaches out with a touch
that bleeds ancient magic.
Every fiber of your body
is a string they pull upon
as closer and closer
they drag you
to a sweet and lewd
oblivion.
– matt at shadow of iris
time stands still
the clangor of the chain
The clangor of the chain
mingling
with the flaps
of a thousand black birds
clawing and screeching.
He fought them back
but the burden was heavy,
the curtain of the night
a final weight
that crushed him down.
Now the moon shines
on his torn visage;
all that remains
of eternal memories
that still leak
into older worlds.
– matt at shadow of iris
the clangor of the chain
a gibbet swings
A gibbet swings
in the sullen winds
while drizzle falls
on old bones
grown green with moss.
– matt at shadow of iris
a gibbet swings
lurid blue
Your skin
as pale as the moon
your lips
a shade of lurid blue.
– matt at shadow of iris
lurid blue
his eyes beamed
His eyes beamed
as his ardent longings
found their focus
in the solitary girl
all in black
standing in the corner;
his impatience curbed
and hope rising
to an unsuspected scope
he made his way over to her
and fumbled only slightly
when he said
hello.
– matt at shadow of iris
his eyes beamed
impulse
Impulse
follows rule
giving rise
to form.
Mysteries
locked inside
empty skulls
hidden in a closet
and lost in time.
– matt at shadow of iris
impulse
midnight blue billows
Midnight blue billows rock the deep waters
while moonlight tinged caps of silver foam
smack the lonely shadow of a broken ship
that limps its way toward distant shores.
– matt at shadow of iris
midnight blue billows
words iii
Words
on a stealth expedition
searching for a way
out.
– matt at shadow of iris
blank pages
Blank pages
rise up
and begin a dance
that taunts me;
each sheet
fast enough
to escape
the swiftest movement
of my sharpest pen.
I reach for my coat
and my hat
and I head out the door
yet everywhere I go
there it is
my typewriter
clickety-clacking
a melody
without words.
– matt at shadow of iris
blank pages
