Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

2521. A Bullet For Lenin 9/20/2011
2522. The Lonely Sound Of The Midnight Train 11/25/2012
2523. Thought Is The Keyhole 6/10/2012
2524. Yours To Reap 9/8/2011
2525. Incandescent 6/3/2011
2526. A Forgotten Word 4/17/2010
2527. Some Think The Night 3/31/2012
2528. Your Soul Still Sings It's Living Name 4/7/2010
2529. Your Words Stir Me 1/20/2010
2530. A Verb Went To Town 6/29/2011
2531. A 17th Century Curse 3/5/2011
2532. Only The Wind 5/26/2013
2533. A Catalogue Of Insomnia 4/11/2010
2534. Abuse Me 5/24/2011
2535. A Beautiful Man's Mind 9/5/2011
2536. A Beakers Full Of Love 4/6/2010
2537. Anger And Patience 1/20/2010
2538. A Dream 4/2/2010
2539. Big City Hospital 6/6/2011
2540. I Think We Were Never Strangers 8/21/2011
2541. How Much Are Words Like Bridges 6/15/2011
2542. How The World Engraves Itself Upon Our Being 5/6/2012
2543. I Am That 6/15/2011
2544. A Bear Came To Dinner 6/15/2011
2545. A Dream For You 9/5/2011
2546. A House Breathes Through Its Bones 6/3/2011
2547. Anti-Love Poem #1 12/29/2009
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Anti-Love Poem #1

When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.

If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...

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The Narcissist

I have done every bad thing you could imagine; and others you could not have thought of. I have done bad and worse, many times over, not really aware of having made a choice at all.

Yes I have done a lot of bad things, but it only pains me rarely; much later than it ought to, and occasionally it keeps me from sleep, or awakens me too early, but it's not enough. Never enough to make me stop. You would think I would sense something about my life is not right. You would be wrong. I am more likel

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