s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

s./j. goldner Poems

1. Up & Coming Updates 8/28/2006
2. Everything In Moderation? 8/28/2006
3. Progression’s Modern Repetition 9/19/2006
4. Set Of Scales: Haiku 9/19/2006
5. Indivinity 9/20/2006
6. No Thank You 6/27/2006
7. Exed 6/28/2006
8. Yellow Brick Road Entrance 7/2/2006
9. Dormant 7/9/2006
10. Hovercraft 7/31/2006
11. Talk The Line 8/2/2006
12. Her Corn Stalk Shadow 7/17/2006
13. Rabbit & The Bear 7/22/2006
14. Quick Transcription 8/12/2006
15. Unspent 4/28/2006
16. Loser, The 4/29/2006
17. Not A Prince, But A Hero Nonetheless 4/30/2006
18. Guilt 5/2/2006
19. Nye* 5/4/2006
20. The A7 5/20/2006
21. Linger 5/31/2006
22. These Modern Stalkers 5/31/2006
23. Pop Culture 6/1/2006
24. Untitled 1 6/1/2006
25. Something More Than Puppy Love, For Paul. 6/4/2006
26. Green(I) 6/4/2006
27. Raw(Ii) 6/4/2006
28. Nirvanic Grace 6/8/2006
29. Gentlemen Callers 6/9/2006
30. Luck Be A Lady 6/9/2006
31. On Butter-Me-Cup Names 6/11/2006
32. Salacious Sonar 6/18/2006
33. Mannequin Makeover 6/20/2006
34. Tangerine Skirt: A Prose Piece 5/22/2006
35. Thatcher: A Dog's Pride 5/22/2006
36. Day 5/Minetta Lane 5/23/2006
37. Colorado In March 5/28/2006
38. Sunday Night Für Elise 5/29/2006
39. Huntress Of Poems 5/29/2006
40. Day 1/Sidewalk Vendor 5/30/2006
Best Poem of s./j. goldner

21 And Rising

my words fill in blank memories,
while images of you stay fresh like ocean air—
weaved in my soul like the braids of my hair.

an addict of wrong addictions,
but so sweet is the taste
until you discover—life comes un-laced.

twenty-one and rising:
you were the only love I didn't borrow
kiss me now for I know of no tomorrow.

lost souls are but shooting stars;
I wish I may, I wish I might—
with two black freckles turned to the night.

two decades plus one
and to be a lover was my only care,
when in fact, it's the impossible I ...

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People Like Consistency

Like dining in a fine restaurant
Where the food melts in the mouth
Never all at once
But dissolving down the throat
at a slow gradual pace

To lose a morsel of flavor
Would be contempt to
Be shocked with incongruent
Spices would be
Sin.

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