Patti Masterman Poems

Angel angel, tell me true-
Is his heart as big and true
As his eyes make me believe?
Angel, angel, tell me please.
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There's magic in the air
When Cinderella dreams;
Glass slippers may appear,
As odd as it may seem.
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I like how you and me are like
two feathers, unafraid to float
in nimbus clouds, like unshed rain
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They can lie, but never lay,
All bright lights have gone away;
They're just the money shot
Of yesterday.
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The lightning bugs swarm
Like meandering particle trails
Not colliding not stopping
Against the thick nothingness of indigo
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It's said that we stand on the shoulders of giants;
Of ancestors ceding to us their genetic heritage, their traits:
I feel the truth of it, each time I walk to the garage
And stumble again over that pile of ashes; by the tipped over bucket
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I put you on a pedestal
And painted you, in stars;
A sun and moon,
Each side, your throne
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Why don’t death certificates tell the truth,
In plain english without all the medical flourishes
Exhibit A: He died of a broken heart-
The only woman he ever loved went away
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It's a funny thing isn't it, how you're all over the place,
When you say, that you're just trying to find yourself;
While realizing, that maybe you don't want to be any place at all,
And don't really want to be found.
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She's imprisoned your soul: never doubt it,
And all you can think now, is about it:
By neglecting the most basic need of body
While she's high above it, so haughty;
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