Patti Masterman Poems

The alarm goes off.
You wake up, dress, turn on the coffee, walk the dog,
Pull on the boots, grab the paper as you're going out.
Go do the freeway hustle, barely staying alive;
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Video-magic: come see my life,
There’s motion and meaning, the living is rife,
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The heavy-lidded dead
Can't open their coffins
They tried to buy freedom
With coin shaped rocks
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Two lovers, creating from dust
What had never been seen before;
Two realities, merged in a third-
Which opened a manifest door.
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How pale the light lies, beneath the closing door-
Sleepless or sleeping- in shadow evermore.
How the words die, on lips like wilted rose;
But whence the words go, no one ever knows.
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The actors eyes talk beyond their lines
And their mouths seem to look far ahead of the moment,
Their hands playing restlessly in tiny movements,
as if the future were coming in way too soon to be able to react.
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millions of forms flower from darkness,
populating a planet's crust;
all the seeds of space borne travelers
taking on the shapes they must.
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I once knew a man could seduce women
merely with some words he had made up
on the spur of the moment
I saw him do it once, and he was only showing me
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There's a dowager sky in the east, at the morn,
Wearing one jewel of the new day that's born;
Thin as the wisp of the moon, at her throat-
Riding all day, on her cloudy blue boat.
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You the epicenter
You the contagion;
Immovable force
Of this war that's raging.
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