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vision
You
looking at me
yet not at me
a reflection
of your own decay
dreams with a taint
dreams
I’ll never shake.
Telearchy
abstractions beyond
time and matter
hopes and dreams
that lift you up
and bring you down
in faster time
than it takes
to chronicle them.
– matt at shadow of iris
vision
[Inspired by the art of Kris Kuksi.]
your dreams
Your dreams
will infiltrate my brain
and hold me prisoner
time and afterlife
converging
on a single point
a light
at the end
of a long tunnel
phase shifts
that do me no good.
– matt at shadow of iris
your dreams
dreams of some place big
Dreams of some place big
a wide stretched out land
where the billows of time
branch out and waver
and people skip over trouble
as easily as you breathe.
– matt at shadow of iris
dreams_of_some_place_big
she came to me yesterday
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
she_came_to_me_yesterday
where I can breathe
Dreams following dreams
down roads
that lead to strange places
hoping for an end
here or there
where the road stops winding
and a sense of presence begins
a place where the air is still
and the sounds soft
a place
where I can breathe.
– matt at shadow of iris
where_I_can_breathe
wisdom lost
Bones and shrapnel
talent foretold
and dreams that withhold information
strings of thought that emerge
so fast nothing comes to me
I can’t make sense of it all
no matter how hard I try
chaos all the while
dreams of sobriety
and wisdom lost.
– matt at shadow of iris
wisdom_lost
dreams xiii
Dreams on my right
dreams on my left
doors all around
behind each and every
a cataclysm awaits
yet through only one
total catastrophe
and a worthy chance
at redemption.
– matt at shadow of iris
dreams_ix
speak in dreams
Speak in dreams
every word a picture
iconography
a visual collage
that tells you a secret
you can never quite
hear.
– matt at shadow of iris
a dream with aliens
I’m in high school again.
I don’t know how I got here
nor do I want to be here.
There are aliens all around
hidden from humans under masks
and I’m never quite sure
but think I might be one.
I move about the hallways
moving around the students
always wary I’ll be made out.
I stumble across a large room
walls that stretch up high
a wide open chamber
a trial is taking place
the purported crime —
this student is an alien.
Among the jurors
I recognize more than one alien
their masks translucent
these are b-grade movie aliens
large malformed heads and insect eyes
they bang their fists
ready to judge the accused
who
frankly speaking
looks
all too human.
There is an explosion
a slow lugubrious one
no one is even hurt
in slow motion people begin to panic
and to search for the nearest exits
everyone moving to leave
I as well
but first I want to go by school administration
where I find an empty office
and two large chocolate frogs on a person’s desk
one frog lops up the other
and smiles
feeling certain it hasn’t been seen
but it has.
I make my way outside
and find myself sharing a large train platform
full of students
only there is a problem
where the train tracks should be relative to the platform
there is only a small field of tall grass
there is no train coming
but everyone waits.
A sign on a column
in green, red, and yellow
is explicitly a notice for the reggae club
but actually
it is a secret code
telling me where I’ll find Telemachus
as he has infiltrated the school.
I ask one of the more intelligent students
school’s over, isn’t it?
he replies
yeah, I guess.
I step off the platform
into the tall grass
and make my way for the parking lot
then in the distance near the main road
I see two angels
standing by a slick red car
a well dressed man and a woman
sleek and beautiful people
they wave to me
and offer me a ride
I wave back
but decline
I’ve my own car
it’s then that I realize
I’ve forgotten where I parked it.
– matt at shadow of iris
dreams xii
A mouse moving under the carpet
a small lump, cartoonish
a white mouse in a cage
always safe, well fed
but always restless
it sticks its nose between the bars
and rubs
till its nose is sore and red, even scarred
it gnaws on the bars of the cage
a grating sound
that won’t let you rest
until finally
not being able to bear it anymore
you take it out to the woods
and let it go …
Second thoughts overwhelm you
guilt
a white mouse against red leaves
a sore thumb
snake fodder
you reach out to grab it
because even if
you can’t let it live
you can’t let it die
but even as you move to snatch it up
it’s faster than your hands
and quickly gone
the deed done.
You’ve stepped out of time
into a small dark chamber
stony walls and dark shades
of fluorescent violet and green
time flows onwards
but only outside the cave
never within
you can watch friends, family, life
moving forward
leaving you behind
all through a misty door –
do you step through
back into time?
Or do you stay there forever
and watch?
Far, far away
in a passage through a cave
or on a trail through a dark section of woods
you spy an eerie wavering light
you halt
you are not alone
behind you stands an old guardian
a harsh face and an old stony voice
he promises you safety, honor
but only if you slay
the shadowy figure out in front
yet the shadow’s voice is soothing
and it beckons you forward
towards the shimmering light
with promises of flesh and power.
You are in a restaurant
clean, cool, and spiffy
you’ve order coffee
you sit with one friend
and another has gone to use the rest room
the drinks arrive
hot steaming drinks, one milky green tea
reaching for yours
you clumsily spill sugar on the table
you scoop some up
and place it in your absent friend’s cup
thinking it’ll flavor his tea
but your friend who is present asks
“why are you putting poison in his cup?”
– matt at shadow of iris
