Patti Masterman Poems

I love my room,
For there's just me-
No need to endure
Company.
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Inoculate with love the self,
And pain will immolate;
And multiply by ten- besides-
The longing you'd abate.
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The axe is blood red, by the worn churchyard door,
And there's a dark moisture where it's usually dry:
The pigeons are quiet now and no longer cooing;
For the ones who survived must fly higher than high.
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There must be some mistake-
Some mix-up in the bookkeeping.
He was not meant to recline
In the shade of cold marble:
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With my Harley-Davidson lighter
I like to set the cute fluffy poems on fire
And hear them squeal, as the impotent smoke
Swirls away in the breeze, and watch the glow
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Come on you ghouls and ghosties
I’m waiting for you to come
Halloween night and I’m all grown up-
Do you think you can scare me some?
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Poverty

You were never poor in spirit;
Your head held room for worlds,
And birth and death were endless-
And all played out in words.
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One legged hop; and login, login
Turn around and stop; then login, login
Hop on other leg; to the login, login
Leg cross jumps now, login three times
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Dogma in my hymn: I am God
Dog, as a devil deified; deified, lived as a dog
Dog sex, even if fine, vexes God.
Dog's a fool: aloof as God.
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A question's in her eyes each time she gaze;
He clings as though his breath on her depends.
The faithful lover keeps her faithful ways;
And all his sins are only lover's sins.
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