Patti Masterman Poems

A face looks so carnivorous
From the nostrils down:
An open, ravenous trap,
Half full or half empty
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In a dream I shall feel
The wings of the world unfolding, and
Worlds spinning on the axis of mad journeys;
And the seas breaking turquoise, upon their rippled surfaces.
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The tides can speak the language of the sea
The moon knows the dialect of the sun
Mountains can communicate with clouds, through a single touch
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The newest frail Angel with wings-
Done, done with the suffering,
Now joins the clouds, and the stars above,
And until death, she knew only love.
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There really is no nice way
To tell you what I saw;
But a giraffe ate your tulips-
He chomped them with his maw.
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Every star's a fable,
A story in the sky,
A trail of angel's footprints
(some angels cannot fly) .
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Animals must go berserk when they sniff my room-
So many scents, so many bottles-
It must smell like a thousand armageddons
Flowery spices and attar of rose
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Cinderella was a good girl who went with the flow;
When the clock struck twelve, she knew she must go,
As she followed the good godmothers advice
And she never even had to think twice:
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Drowned piano, plunging through the depths,
Bubbling out its dark mahogany breaths;
Drowned piano, songs played by the tide
And the harp strings shivering inside.
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I'm dancing in time, just dancing away;
My life is a rhythm, from day to day,
A code of this world, nobody can hide-
I'm dancing away, got time just to sway.
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