Still Life with Irises

Flabby flowers stuffed in a vase,
fat on life.

Flabby as words
like involuntary. Theatrical queens,
perfectly woe in their wilting.

We all have an eye to cut,
to hold in our palm
light as a peeled boiled egg.

Irises lock and tangle 
like the syllables in magnificent.

Irises pivot and quake.
Irises fake violet.
Irises, open your mouths for the bees.