Patti Masterman Poems

In the bottle rests my pee
Collected under a darkling moon
And pared down fingernails, overgrown
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Incandescent dreams will fly
Deathless, towards the edge of night,
If forgotten, who we were
In shallow graves, too soon immured.
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A forgotten word
Is more alone among creation's slaves
Than inmates chained
In subterranean fissures
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And who is this woman, that you should
Give both heart and soul away; this rare beauty
Who has, you say, what none others
Have to give (for both forever and a day)?
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The lonely sound of the midnight train,
Taking another dark trip again;
Where is it going,
Where has it been?
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I can't help but love you
When the sun is in the sky,
And all the birds are flying,
While the clouds are rolling by;
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If I were a moon, I'd chase your sun,
Or if a butterfly, you'd be the one
Flower, that I could not resist;
Or if a valley, your green I would kiss,
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</>Got together with some friends downtown,
Played some songs, and we all got down;
Flamingo, and Lizard, and Elephant too,
Made some sounds that we thought were true-
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This in the mirror is mental illness before you,
Thoughts bounce off each other, like a chained tether-ball;
Coming round once, and you are loathe to recognize-
But back again later, the same thoughts have stalled.
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He stabbed her with the butter knife-
Though other knives were better fit;
For him there's no apology,
And there's no doubt that he did it.
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