Mason Maestro


Mason Maestro Poems

1. The Bleeding Yards 3/31/2005
2. Cloud V 4/7/2005
3. Khmer Rouge 10/25/2005
4. Wound Of ' 91 3/31/2005
5. I Am A Straw Part 7 9/7/2005
6. Regarding The Temple 3/31/2005
7. Thin Blue Lines 2/20/2005
8. Cloud Iv 3/29/2005
9. Magnus 2/23/2005
10. The Onion Ghost 2/23/2005
11. Ten - Ex 2/20/2005
12. I Am A Straw Part 4 3/27/2005
13. Far (The Ink I Thrive For) 3/29/2005
14. Cloud 2/20/2005
15. Blame It On The Coast Guard 2/20/2005
16. Hotel Continental 2/23/2005
17. Mogadishu Looms 3/29/2005
18. Whatever The Reason 3/29/2005
19. The Lords Of Barbakan 3/29/2005
20. Tumbledown Slums 2/20/2005
21. Style You 3/29/2005
22. Times Of A Curtain 3/29/2005
23. Henwood / Swimming To Los-Angeles 2/20/2005
24. Radio Clearance 4/13/2005
25. I Am A Straw Part 10 12/12/2005
26. I Am A Straw Part 11 1/15/2006
27. I Am A Straw Part 12 1/20/2006
28. Cactus 2/4/2006
29. Night Of The Dark Sea 2/4/2006
30. Stone Margarite's Crony 2/5/2006
31. The Manes 3/31/2005
32. I Am A Straw Part 8 9/25/2005
33. Talisman 2/20/2005
34. Closer Than They Appear 3/29/2005
35. Burden 4/13/2005
36. Cloud 9 11/2/2005
37. Circum-Socialite 11/2/2005
38. All Seems Too Clear 3/29/2005
39. I Am A Straw Part 1 2/23/2005
40. I Am A Straw Part 2 2/23/2005

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(stilted) Laurels From A Poe Toaster

Stilts on ice in Boston city
Isn’t it a pity
The story it goes
Tells of a distorted ghost
And this we know
His laurel’s on the snow
Yearly keeping we see him
Walks in the same way
To the same shady place
He says
Hey Poe, hey Poe, hey Poe, let’s have a toast

Tamerlane, the Raven, Eulalie
A prospectus
Tamerlane, the Raven, Eulalie
The Styluses

Propora, you aren’t alone
At the headstone time retain
A black-clad figure
With silver-tipped cane
Half bottle of Martel
Identity they’ll never tell
Come New England fall
Enter ...

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Whatever The Reason

They flagged you man- barred your soul
Parts apart- Whatever the reason
I start to season in pain from treason.

Stand, Confess
I lock my eyes on the parting seams of your dress
No, not me
I'm an island waiting miles away to set you free
Crowd, surround

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