Patti Masterman Poems

Remember when cars had expressions,
And trees were citadels you could climb to safety;
Hopscotch and jacks were your only real job,
And being followed around by the dog,
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Old words are best, when it comes to love;
Don't shed the old verses, as though they'd aged,
They're just as fresh, as spirits first knew them,
They still hold the power; their tears; the aegis,
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Fly far, unclouded soul,
Heaven's newest fervent flower;
Fly to virgin waters, fast or slow
For how can it matter
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The world would graffiti your soul if it could;
Paint social mores, inside of your arms,
Sourcecode numbers, hidden deep in your being:
Country of origin, tattooed on the forehead,
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The sun comes out from behind the clouds,
And I become tangent for seconds; mere minutes,
As the arc of rays reaches deeper inside,
Excavating myself, from me:
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Glug, glug
Oh no; what's that noise?
Glug, glug
The drain now has a voice?
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When I die I want to achieve immortality
As in, the spaces between all your breaths
The time between the impulses sent to blink your eyelids
The mute partitions separating all your heart beats
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Discarded sandals, all loved out and thrown away now,
On a beach that doesn't care who we used to be;
Our lives feel disposable as carry-out trays.
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Modern day, low vibe dysfunctionality
Teeth chattering boom boxes
Broken bottle messages, afloat in the sewer
Dehydrated, mutated song lyrics
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Oh to have a Tara, all my own-
And a secret beau, complex and dark
To reap all the dangers I've sown:
With my own tongue, wreck my own heart.
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