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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To Love Is Now An Option.
I will continue to live.
To love is an option.
When life has torn your gut out
and swallowed it whole,
has taken your foundation
and crumpled it like newsleaf
from the date of your mother's death,
to love becomes an option. . . .
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