Patti Masterman Poems

All my life was waiting,
All my days were just the same;
But now the waiting's over;
There's a light comes shining through:
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Bad poetry makes me ugly:
Look, each line, a cliche
Each blemish, a simile;
My smile grows more bitingly smug
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Now Amelia's voice talks only to space,
But Betty still remembers it,
Tantalizing, from an unknown place,
Now somewhere out in the next galactic neighborhood,
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I want to be a dark tree in the shadows,
In a yard where nobody goes;
To be forgotten, just like starlight
In the ship's hold, far below.
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Describe your hobbies in short paragraphs
Describe your goals in one
Label yourself appropriately
And never ask for help.
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Evil walks on feet like ours
But sees through keyless locks,
It's tunnel-visioned nightly harms
In walls that cannot talk.
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he sleeps in boots
and wades in socks
forgets his key
and picks the locks
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Methylene blue,
You paint a pretty picture:
Is it really true
Your stains get slowed by stricture?
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Behind everything there’s another behind,
Which breaks the real at the edge of mind,
Where atoms crack and strain to reach,
From side to side, in each ones niche,
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I'm here inside all the while
Watching you invisibly
You see only the extrovert
Moving through the world
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