Best Poem of S.J. Goldner

in the
dumb city dawn
i am witness to the brutes
with their false copy-cat personas
that they bought two-for-one
down at the corner store.

i am
illumined and drawn
to the sun, as the pigeons, the poppyknots
vibrate the subterranean movement:
a division deep under ocean.

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I search for things to cloud my mind,
to maintain a dulling of the pain.
The suffering is drowning,
but the sense of self is ever-growing.

The air smells sweeter one layer up.
We drink in different moons:
his tall stature, my petite frame.

How can I go on loving—when the loving is not r . . .
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