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Patti Masterman-Heterodynemind
Poems
Mar 2010
Dilemmas of the Drunken
Decidedly blase, as the hours tumble past
If divinatory; as the strains of old fugues
That once roused us to incoherent victories.
Never mind that the **** crowed thrice,
Ere you forgot our names-
And lord, the company you keep
Locked in that old hobnail chest;
How you'd be disdained, were it known
The lampshades here drink old *****
Under a goat-grey sky, at morning
And your key's sloppy turning, meteor-like
On its slow approach, at decoding the lock.
But sleeping fitfully now, on the porch,
Your muddy shoes can tell no tales
Of your evenings holy grails.
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