Patti Masterman Poems

Carol had a neo-plastic emotion that glowed
like a muzzled supernova
whenever you asked a question.
I have seen her pause for hours,
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In the shade, in the shade

of a Sycamore tree,
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1 At least living doesn't make me sick
2 he said so whose fault is it if there is
3 nothing inside here you are the one
4 who makes what you are you if you didn't
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Ghosts get angry when they can't
Garner your attention;
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Is time something does not exist,

Is nature just its deadly kiss,
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Sax and violins, every day,
The secret of long life, they say;
Sax in the morning, sax at night,
And violins from dusk till early light.
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I see your reflection in my beggar's eye,
Who owned your world neath truer skies;
But died in driftwood, for your smiles-
And held you close, for a little while.
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This is life:
Angel prints in a deep snow bar,
Hanging branches beneath the storm,
Dying roses, glimmering sun-
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the sky waits like a paper cut
like the night dreams unquiet tales
and the hope of the soul flies out through tiny windows
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He said, the bones hold memories
Cremation can't remove;
I cradle your bones, the precious
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