Patti Masterman Poems

People who always are writing of sex
Are like birds, always writing of feathers;
We know it's their specialty, and they're proud-
But find another subject, for crying out loud!
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I am a girl in leather shoes
without socks, a girl who has
no need of socks, a girl
who has few friends-
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The stars may fall
May fall, like gentle people do
Grey rains may fall
But I will still be loving you.
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Some people, you are always on your knees to,
inside your being-
But they never see it, because you are so forgetful,
left-brained, autistic, dysmorphic;
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So you want to be a soldier
And learn those fighting moves;
Be a member of a team
In the soldier's school.
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The child in the old woman
Lurks very near the skin;
Though buried by long years of care,
She’ll surface once again.
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I was always late to the banquet,
Or the fabled buffet ran out of food too soon.
The bridesmaid shoes dyed hot pink,
To match the dresses perfectly, pinched my feet;
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More arduous, the truth-strewn path;
More work, with less to do it-
But no wild lies, to keep the charge of:
The beauty of truth shines through it.
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Someday I'm afraid I'll wake up
To find out that I'm not me any longer;
That I've become a stranger-
Or more like a nodding acquaintance-
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Imagine a place that was the paragon of creative genius
With the money and the freedom to encourage
Experimentation and invention, there was no limit-
Could such a haven be destroyed by the very creativity,
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