Patti Masterman Poems

We blunder down the roadways
We blunder into lakes
We blunder down lost paths
Not even bears would take
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Strange how badly I always hate it, all over again
Each time you give me that 'parasitic leech sucking
On the blood of humanity' stare
That you've rehearsed us on so many times now
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Autumn calls me again to find the way out myself:
There's way too much beauty to enclose within walls
I always expected to see then the elves
And dryads, kneeling in wheat yellowed halls;
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When we get old, we know what we like;
Don't have to pretend to correctness anymore
Everyone already knows us too well for that.
I like Summertime; in the highest soprano
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In old places there's not a breath left
Of the spirits who once called it home
Stories of ghosts never make sense
To old stones; as if they cleft
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A word salad sprouts in my brain, over and over:
Televisions and radios playing loudly, just till you find
By a single glance, they are not really turned on at all.
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A story of a soldier, with a heart
Who came upon a dead Japanese soldier
With a letter sticking out his pocket, in the war
This soldier took the letter, obviously
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I watch the river of thoughts passing by,
For the soul always restlessly searches
For one more breath of that fleeting beauty
While air can still sustain this expiring body
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Speedy skeletons scamper on their way
To any time, any place, anywhere
Their bent bones knock the shivering air waves
Talking down wooden knickers of the galleries
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He's more than a normal man,
With more than fair share of woe
Still he lives life unremarkably
And off to work he goes
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