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pitter patter

A season
of continuous rain
pitter patter
on my head;
the alarm clock doesn’t go off
I bump my head on the door
I cut myself shaving
I spill a little toothpaste
on my neck tie
and I’ve run out of milk;
when I get into my car
I’m low on gas
and on my way to work
the wet freeway turns into
a vast parking lot
of people going no where
and the rain keeps falling
pitter patter
pitter patter.

– matt at shadow of iris
pitter patter

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    vaudeville

    Theater
    my life on display
    and a thousand people
    looking out
    and laughing
    at my silly little tragedy
    for them
    great vaudeville.

    – matt at shadow of iris
    vaudeville

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      golem of stone

      I don’t function
      when you are far;
      I’m a golem of stone
      on a wall by the flowers,
      a stale phantasm
      that sits and waits
      for the graceful wave
      of your slender hand
      followed by
      its velvet touch;
      a process of creation
      infusing me with life
      and leaving me
      hungering
      for just a little more
      of you.

      – matt at shadow of iris
      golem of stone

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        small gentle waves

        Small gentle waves
        on a beach far away
        crashing
        one at a time
        to a rhythm more ancient
        than the first drop
        of life
        in a small pool
        long ago.

        A small word
        finding itself
        in a big sentence
        young awkward legs
        trying to stand
        walk
        run
        out the door
        into the world.

        Pricks of light
        that illuminate the night
        guide me
        past ancient places
        where once life thrived
        but now nothing grows;
        old empty houses
        a hallowed out city
        where once a busy folk lived
        confident
        in their own
        inevitability.

        – matt at shadow of iris
        small gentle waves

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          the earth is alive

          The earth is alive
          seething with life
          subterrainian beauty
          we never see
          crawling out at night
          creepy things
          and slithering stuff
          that frighten us
          yet it’s only
          our distant cousins
          coming out each night
          to search for us
          and say hello.

          – matt at shadow of iris
          the earth is alive

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