Patti Masterman Poems

Sweet, dark, naked earth
that the liquid light shines through and shines through,
on it's way to oblivion, on it's way to void,
down past the roots
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She rides threw verses on motor-sicles,
And dental limericks as a drill;
If novelty you crave, she'll be your knave-
Dragging you up the hill.
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Who rides the lonely trails, ear to ground
Listening for footfalls, coming down.

The animals sense a presence, yet unturned;
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The conjugate of idolatry,
The alchemy of flame,
The Astarte of pure harlotry-
And nomenclature'd name.
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These poems have been fornicating again-
Who wrote all these?
They're multiplying faster than
A pile of pink rejection slips.
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You are more, than beauty;
You are more, than love,
More than my thundering
Heart's dub-a-dub.
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Sleep lies caught up in the curtains, in day times;
Curled in on itself, against the brightness of the day,
Squinting among the abandoned dreams from last night,
Still lying scattered, like discarded New Year's decorations.
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Heaven's drunkard is the butterfly,
Tipsy on flowers, Mr. flutter-on-by:
Papier-mache wings wafting along,
He flies on currents of invisible song.
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If you're a martyr, they'll put your picture online-
If you're a Rachel from Columbine;
If you're a Rachel from the Gaza Sinai-
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And always, there is the mirror
And always there, the windows-
There, where the fidgeting, milling multitudes wait below
Their combined silence become a sort of coherence,
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