Tag Archives: beautiful women
May 14th, 2010
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In the distance
a castle up on a hill
dark clouds
an approaching storm.
A suspect arrested
on connections to
flower peddling
an accomplice
to fraud.
Falling flower pedals
one by one
lifting into the air
a swirl, a swarm
time
coming at you.
Raids on four florists
yield arrests on shopkeepers
secretly dealing
in castles in the sand
and pies in the sky.
Small skeletal winged lizards
hold the overflowing ripples
of your velvet dress
as you take
one step away
from the open window
doors closing
and locking
behind you.
Concrete credible inconsistencies
suggest souls getting down to business
tilting towards windmills
and weaving red ribbons
into computer breaths
that exists only in flickers
in a world insubstantial.
You wear the crown
jewels
a mouth recently kissed
lipstick smeared
and pale skin
so translucent
I see
each vein.
– matt at shadow of iris
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[Inspired by the work of David Stoupakis.]
May 8th, 2010
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A chess board
each square, a glossy shape
cream and ebony swirls
of mature nude women
each sleek and beautiful
searching their way back
to a fetal position
and in the center
where they meet
a kiss.
– matt at shadow of iris
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[Inspired by the art of Fred Wiedmann.]
April 12th, 2010
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She came to me yesterday
as a vision
as a dream
as something I couldn’t
put my finger on
she told me things
whispers in the dark
about love
about the nature of the universe
secrets about myself
so many
that I began to grow scared
and angry
and I held back
because I couldn’t let go.
Pain in a nebulous world
control that means
letting go
a clenched fist
a world holding us bound
so little we know
so little we trust
a thousand voices colliding
commands unheeded
freezing on a point
over the edge
of eternity.
– matt at shadow of iris
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February 26th, 2010
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An iconic silhouette
panniered
and conically corseted
court dresses
of exquisite silk
and gentle patterns;
two ladies that have stolen away
into the early morning mist.
Powdered white faces
white as china
soft as cream
under fashionable wigs
dusted with flour
worn high in a roll
with rouge lips
carefully crafted
to convey
just the proper amount
of sensuality;
their warm hands had clasped
and their eyes had met
with such force
that words had been an excess.
They had thought the flowers
so beautiful
pink roses, scented with delirium
amaryllis, sweet enough to eat
cherry blossoms in full bloom
and irises, potent with message,
a gift of substantial meaning
from one tender heart
to another.
They had thought the flowers
so beautiful, that is
until the bugs had begun
to creep out
buzzing flies with bulbous eyes
and sticky tongues
that flit out licking everything,
droning bees that bobbled about
and grew angry quickly
when you swiped at them,
whining mosquitoes
that left just a drop of blood
on your skin
after they had pierced it,
and creepy crawling things
long and slender
with a thousand legs
each touch a prick
as they scurried up your arm
and onto your back
where they paused to listen
to the growing din
of insect noise,
a murmuring that said
to every organism
rhythm, form, and duration
varied expressions of thriving life
formed around
limits of an inward order
phantoms breaking free
from last year’s rain.
– matt at shadow of iris
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[Inspired by the work of Ray Caesar.]
