Patti Masterman Poems

My tongue's a saber
Inside a false stiletto heel
My hair has barbs, piranha fangs concealed within each strand
It slices your skin if you go along it in the wrong direction
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Lion-faced warrior, fresh from Mars:
Accuser, seducer, destroyer of worlds
Soulless, they called the offspring of Sophia-
But never you; of the diamond, ruby, and jasper encircled
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Someday, I shall run away-
Far, far away; don't look for me then
For I will have succumbed into my own fantasies
Leaped over the broad abyss of self
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Lock the door; the day's arrived-
What demons lurk here, just outside,
And little pumpkins, with their sacks;
You never know what might attack.
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Was a rose red dawn, on the blood red day
That we burnt the witch, on bales of hay;
Her hair so red, it blinded men,
And made them think of supple sin;
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I can hear a huge crowd of people
Talking amongst themselves,
In the rooms of my house.
I can tell they must be well dressed
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If fugitive fermentation could explain
The way things spread themselves, again
Upon the ocean of ubiquitous travel
As a single dropp of oil, does unravel;
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My rigor mortis is never mentioned
Anymore at parties;
I stick myself to one wall, mothlike
And the conversation goes on all around me,
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Just because you can write in English;
Even very good English, at times
Just because you can write in rhymes
And they don't come apart at the seams
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It's so easy to write childish things
Instead of finding a beautiful pattern
Of phrase; some mesmerizing strains
For you'll find, that it really does matter:
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