Patti Masterman Poems

A man is a lonely truth
In a world both ancient and new;
The vanishing point of the future,
The proof of the present clue.
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A hundred flowers must breathe
In your body's breath,
And a dozen angels grieve
Because their soul's been cleft.
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A rhinoceros is large because
His behind, gargantuan; just coz,
His eyes myopic- I'm just saying;
Not being a racialist, dismayin'.
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Anger squared has a negative root
Of well-primed factors, so it won't compute

The hypotenuse is the longest way
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I make memories for us, in my mind
for you, so far distant, and for me, always here,
And some begin just like a movie scene,
the view dropping down from the sky,
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In misty churches of my dreams
I reunite with dead family members;
A storm is coming, do they mean
To stay together: nothing's as it seems.
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Bessie was a cow,
Flower was a goat;
Two better friends
You would never know.
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it's white noise takes you
slowly through the ceiling
rising like steam, up a newly opened register
rising, rising to a steady hiss; subtle, subtle
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The graveyards are beautiful
In spring. Willows weep
At the edge of the glade
Everything crumbling
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Inside us lives a singularity
We may regard with some hilarity,
Thinking it odd, that nature would give
A highly specialized soul, to live;
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