Patti Masterman Poems

Outside my window,
There’s a real road,
With cars and people,
Going to and fro.
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Pandemic proliferating prose
Obnoxious onomatopoeic oxymoron
Endemic encephalic excitations
Monotonous mulipartite metastasis
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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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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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Outside, in a cloudless sky
I try to decode scattered wakes
In cuneiform, made by noiseless airplanes-
At right angles to each other, unfurling curls of silvery rickrack
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Once you've given your all,
You're off the hook. No need to grovel
Or apologize, make up, ingratiate-
No, you're finished now. The book is closed.
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