Patti Masterman Poems

The baby leaped in her womb
At hearing those words-
And for joy, leaped
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You can write your heart in roses
Upon whitest eiderdown,
You can mold your heart in poses,
Where thorns don't reach the ground,
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The day after the night that you couldn't sleep at all,
The world hates you and wants you to fail,
Perceived slights are grievous bridge burning rituals,
Deviously designed to destroy your last remaining nerve.
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Duct tape Sally,
She lived by the alley,
Her shoes were made of tape;
And her underwear beneath,
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Stop trying to make sense of things,
telephone wires are invisible now-
They flow straight into people's brains,
and next year they'll be implanting them,
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My father was an orphan,
And so I was an orphan;
My father never knew his fathers name,
And so I never knew my fathers name.
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The gates are opening, and there's the starter pistol:
The fetal heart begins pumping, moving the vaporous blood along;
Still more gas than fluid, around it's newly formed silo of vessels.
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Oh I wish I had tight little feet,
Could beat out a song on the rug
And thin as a sylph,
Eyes bright like a dove-
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When the world itself disappears,
There's a higher force majeure,
A portal, that your foot falls through-
Bottomless and boundless, too.
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Sweet, dark, naked earth
that the liquid light shines through and shines through,
on it's way to oblivion, on it's way to void,
down past the roots
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