A red lamp,
always on
yet never seen
until the sky grows dim
and the whispers call,
sweet nothings
leading you down a street
that pulls on you,
volition not your own;
pleasures forlorn
that only leave you
lonely.
– matt at shadow of iris
red lamp
[Human trafficking is a serious problem. Support local organizations like Children of the Night and do what you can to help out.]
You don’t see me whole
lust
and materiality
revealing only aspects,
abjurations.
A bolt of lightening
flashing in the night
singeing me
and waking me up
from a deep sleep.
– matt at shadow of iris
deep sleep
As a fantasy
for someone else
to dwell upon
he was the greatest lover
of them all.
But as a reality
for her to bear
he was a burden
epic in proportion
to be carried a long ways
to little accolade.
– matt at shadow of iris
the greatest lover
It had been days
since he’d died in the traffic accident
before his parents had finally
gone to his apartment
to clean his things out
the most surprising thing
they had come across
was a large bong
shaped like an elongated test tube
with a pipe sticking out at the bottom
his mother had gasped for air but not fast enough
as her husband had had to catch her;
later after it was all explained to her
she was relieved to find out
that it was not, in fact,
a sex toy.
– matt at shadow of iris
the bong
[Inspired by the art of Coro.]
I knew a woman lovely in her chromosomes
Enzymes, catalysts, ribonucleic acid
worked together day and night
to induce visions of her ass
across my internal slate
always drawing me in
and down there
again and again
where I never asked to be.
– matt at shadow of iristangled_affection_5
