Patti Masterman Poems

What is the old hawk thinking
As he circles round and round
Does he see our little shadows
Foreshortened, on the ground?
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make mine plain vanilla, please-
no syntax, or just leave it
on the side then
small and simple is always best
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The ambidextrous masturbator
Came across a very large alligator,
Who happened to eat his leading arm;
Leaving his other one unharmed.
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All my life was waiting,
All my days were just the same;
But now the waiting's over;
There's a light comes shining through:
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Some words hold magic
Phrases to other dimensions-
Where you are going now,
There is no need of keys.
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When you fall into sleep,
Your mind lets go its creatures,
All the dead and living monsters created-
Haphazardly, accidentally, or on purpose.
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All these thoughts I think,
that cantankerous make
the brimming of the brain
(And such are not contained)
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Bad poetry makes me ugly:
Look, each line, a cliche
Each blemish, a simile;
My smile grows more bitingly smug
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Now Amelia's voice talks only to space,
But Betty still remembers it,
Tantalizing, from an unknown place,
Now somewhere out in the next galactic neighborhood,
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I want to be a dark tree in the shadows,
In a yard where nobody goes;
To be forgotten, just like starlight
In the ship's hold, far below.
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