Patti Masterman

Questions Haunt The Waking Man - Poem by Patti Masterman

questions haunt the waking man,
in the blazing air of morning
his breath the needle piercing blood;
red rhythms of the glass-bored voice of night.

change has devoured yesterday's laughter,
drunk slowly of ghostly desires broken free
as the killing universe listens, each wild-born day
and beats naked life, with a lingering kiss of decay.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010

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