Patti Masterman Poems

Since we've no idea how the world gets formed;
Surprising to find we'd elucidate the end?
Pile assumption on assumption, till something gets born
Between death, redemption and original sin.
...

Hobo Habilis, on the park bench
Hobo Habilis; you'll notice a stench
Hobo Habilis, drinks from a sack-
Stays so alert, in case he's attacked.
...

What has been your most perfect day?
How could I say; for I'm the prisoner of time,
Watching days going by, no reason no rhyme:
Life's the play that's full of signs,
...

Listen- listen- I need you to do this one thing for me.
I really, really do. Just listen for now:
Do you remember being a child, when we were children-
the recesses on the red dirt field, it was me and you,
...

Don't weep for America,
For the world that was-
It was always more an idea
Than a place;
...

No precious stone to adorn you;
No priceless treasure to see you through-
Only a little trinket I be,
To bring thoughts of loving, Sweet, to thee.
...

When Mother dies, it's like the most familiar,
beautiful glass vase, of some rare-earth hue
that tinted all your dreams, has shattered.
It's like the secret journal, of your most hidden
...

This world is too close for comfort,
But too dear to ever release;
We only leave it, kicking and screaming-
Unless we crave for an instant peace.
...

Media puppets have invisible strings,
Just pull on the handle, the puppet will sing-
He'll sing any song feudal lords prefer;
To media puppets, the truth's just a blur.
...