Patti Masterman Poems

A nine-eleven call goes out at midnight,
It's serious: A writer of poems
At such and such street, has a word
Stuck in his throat.
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The water flows all around me
As I try to bend, flow along with its currents;
But it always subtly changes on me
So that I find myself in gentle opposition,
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This time, to save time
I'm just going to fall in love
With myself: discrete lunches
Alone at the table, with an engrossing book
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Ooh baby
I'm floating on a cloud
Ooh baby
Your heart beats so loud
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Excuse me- is this your undescended testicle?
Oh sorry dear; quite, quite
That's my string along sentence, yes
Whose are these dangling puns?
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There is some comfort to be found
In the myriad small rituals
The day clothes itself with
Those moments spent together
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In the few seconds before the arrival of the
Lightning flash and the maelstrom following,
There seems to be a simultaneous surge
Deep inside of me where intensities are perceived~
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I never saw your wedding photos
Never saw until yesterday, the faded pictures
I never saw that shocked look of resignation-
Unhappiness, boldy staring from your trapped eyes
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Love has always made her colder;
Impossible to ever warm her, with his own cold hands
Like an ice cream, fresh from the store's deep freeze,
Her love has to sit and thaw before imbibing
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You can sleep underwater, but the blankets float away
You can sleep through your whole life, while the shooter steals the day;
Make believe you can't see all the bullets flying past,
Put the blinders on again to make the moment last.
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