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it’s been a year now

April 16th, 2010

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It’s been a year now
since you left me
I’m scrambling
to join the rank and file
thousands
out there in parks
on street corners
and in houses
of ill repute.

I’ve still got
that creeping feeling
that all is not well
and I’m floating through
a rally of ghosts
unnoticed by the living.

Strong networks
they protest my presence
and pull at me in all directions
I’m well-publicized
and protested
yet inside of me there’s nothing
for I’m invisible
from the outside in.

– matt at shadow of iris

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holding on

March 26th, 2010

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Holding on
inside me
a voice singing
a moment of time
frozen
sprawled out
the God given truth
made as clear
as an instant.

Bat wings that swirl
a creature of night
a primordial essence
stretching back
to a time before time
where the intellect falters
the heart fails
and all that’s left
is rivulets
of pure fear.

Smoke
moving upwards
disintegrating into the night.

A ghost sits next to you
this is the ghost of yesterday
he holds tomorrow in his hand
but when you reach for it
he snatches it away
the breath of his movement
a cold snap
a hallow feeling
leaving you so still
a single touch
could shatter you.

– matt at shadow of iris

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the disappearance

February 12th, 2010

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Ghosts came unawares
and began to gnaw away
at the old house in queer places
so that even while the two chimneys
continued to pour out thick black smoke
pieces of the house began to drip away
and in the swirling mixture of melt
shuddersome faces looked out
and burst into a peculiar song
of piquant pang and penitence
as the house casually began to slide
down a hill
and from this world
to the next.

A prayer vigil for victims
as forensic testing continues
and investigators try to determine
the cause of
the disappearance.

– matt at shadow of iris

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[Inspired by the work of Esao Andrews.]

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murmurs and shrapnel xxvii

February 11th, 2010

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Up there
where the small pines
grow but sparsely
last night
a large ghost ship
with a broken hull
and torn sails that blow in the wind
like strands of tangled blood red hair
crashed into the crest of a hill
and lies there now
jagged and worn
under the morning sky
bleak and dark
under brewing storm clouds.

Naval forces
pirate flagged cargo
for personal needs
and yet are hijacked themselves
out in the west seas
where the waters tug and pull
everyone
under.

– matt at shadow of iris
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[This poem was inspired by the work of Esao Andrews.]