Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

801. Phobia 4/19/2010
802. Pale Rainbow 4/19/2010
803. Suicide Prevention 4/19/2010
804. Wildwood Grown 4/19/2010
805. Too Beautiful 4/19/2010
806. Maturity 4/19/2010
807. Rapture-Proof Receptacles 4/19/2010
808. A Sip Of Insipid 4/19/2010
809. Illegitimate 4/19/2010
810. Abyss 4/19/2010
811. The Gravity Of Moments 4/19/2010
812. I Will Remember 4/19/2010
813. Lost Beautiful Things 4/19/2010
814. In The Beginning 4/19/2010
815. God In His Infinite Wisdom 4/19/2010
816. Along The Way 4/19/2010
817. A Spring Without You 4/19/2010
818. Coal Black, Were Death's Horses 4/20/2010
819. Undiminished 4/20/2010
820. It's A Wrap 4/20/2010
821. Christmas Eve Lullaby 4/20/2010
822. Untraceable 4/20/2010
823. My Husband's Going To Live Forever 4/20/2010
824. Coquettes And Marionettes 4/20/2010
825. My Dog Is An Archive 4/20/2010
826. What If 4/20/2010
827. How Can You Tell It's Christmas? 4/20/2010
828. Random Acts Of Christmas 4/20/2010
829. Dear Dad 4/20/2010
830. And His Poems Have Other Poems 4/20/2010
831. Pour Me Another Mug Of Butter 4/20/2010
832. My Dog Is Old Now 4/20/2010
833. True Craft 4/20/2010
834. Non-Locality On A Kitestring 4/19/2010
835. Moved Left No Forwarding Address 4/19/2010
836. Halcyon Sun 4/19/2010
837. A Reckoning Was The Waste Of Loving You 4/19/2010
838. Flowerpot Helmets And Hot Glue Guns 4/19/2010
839. One Little Bell 4/19/2010
840. A Few Beads And Feathers 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Patti Masterman

Anti-Love Poem #1

When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.

If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...

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The Belly Of The Beast

Lost in the belly of the beast,
We look up and see all those curving arches,
And we think then that we're in some majestic cathedral;
But the next sloping corridor takes us down to the mortuary,
The processing station, for what we are busy turning into.
But we still ignore the smell, as we're too busy believing
That for us, a great feast is being prepared-
Just like children at christmas time
Always believe the world is organized solely around them;

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