Patti Masterman Poems

Your heart my metronome, endlessly beating,
Your name my memory of song, repeating;
Drumming the bones of body, entreating,
Playing my soul, the melody so fleeting.
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Three-two-one, Boom!
Said the guns,
Of Eric and Dylan.
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haunted neon fingers
flicker over the paid for room,
as the desperate linger
under it's auspices.
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Bought by battle, brought by wind
Twist the word that turns the sin;
Give to each it's honest sweat
And hale thee well, truth never met.
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In aqueous humors and colloidal suspensions,
We age like the flower, with rare substitutions.
Our verbs are all parried, in long past declensions;
Our muscles deranged, with minute lax dilutions.
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Formality is:
Molecules barely brushing, almost apologetically, up against other molecules
As if by accident, or a brushstroke undertaken slightly less far
Than the distance halfway between neck and shoulder
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These are the eyes
That watched you climb a mountain range
Careen off the top on a thin rope
Swing across an abyss on razor wire
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I used to think all my prayers went unanswered-
That I could leave and no one care
But now there's you, and my dreams are new ones
You are the beauty and the truth
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No train ever stops here anymore
This station is empty,
The horizon, featureless:
This is the dead end of the line,
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In the blindness of time,
The days mark corridors.
Hours divide the darkness,
Seasons segment the calendar-
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