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S./j. Goldner

Melodrama 'Dishonor

I make people fall in love
with their guilt

while I wallow in despair.

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Not A Prince, But A Hero Nonetheless

i caught a frog and put him in a
fishbowl
and said,
'now you know how i feel.'

and he swam to the
bottom
and
drowned himself.

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Youthful indiscretion

reckless
arrogant
rambunctious
headstrong

daring creatively-
energy, impatience
natural feelings
about
justice and peace.

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Destructive

she’s a martyr
a prophet
a poet

but

she shattered her
future, her confidence, her courage.

he’s a hero
a lover
an idiot

but

he shattered his
future, his confidence, his courage

together
they shattered their passion.

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Frankness As Never Before

i live & dwell
right next to the bathroom
with four older brothers
& two younger
so all i hear
all day &
night
is the sound of pissing;

i want to thank you for the metaphor
in the very beginning.

how true it was,
is, will be
that i will piss my way onto the
screen.

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Empathetic Outcast Artist, The

for Mary

A doughty dauntless face
emerges [seemingly]
out of nowhere;
her words artfully executed,
mocking a tedious vanity

issuing a prolonged malcontentment

That disrupts the inner workings
of a balanced, unbiased society—
promoting
an innate disparity, an inversion of irony

borrowing from the world:
inessential partiality.

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Handprint on a wave

She knew how memory worked.
Last time she had seen him
he had been perfected
Ly etched in her mind;
She didn’t want to replace that
with anything less
Than what she had known.
She knew how memory worked—
How memory faded
Dried out
and contorted images
If she saw him again
It was inevitable:
He would be something less
Than perfect.

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April Music

I'd like to spend
April, sitting on a hill,
With a mushroom for
a parasol and violets
for a frill. And the
wind for a violin, To
play spring tunes,
And the blossoms in
the treetops, For gay
balloons. I'd like to spend
April sitting on a
mound, Watching for
the flowers to pop out
of the ground. With
their green silk stockings,
And new spring clothes,
Trying to look taller
by dancing on their toes!

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Irregarding Pulchritude

maybe they turned me away for
a girl who ate on dates—
or
maybe they turned me away for
a girl who screamed in bed

maybe they turned me away for
a girl who openly expressed
how she felt about your
purple shirt and mint jacket
or

maybe they turned me away for
a girl who verbally assaulted your
liberal views
or

maybe they turned me away for
a girl
who

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Delusional Illusion

Humor is your greatest defense
but the irony has had a bitter influence—
it’s turned compassion inside out
renting more space to doubt.
A heart’s reserved for a lover’s voice
not the angry guilt of sour ploys.
Under the guise a constant lacks—
fallen beneath clandestine cracks.
You don’t stand the test of time
situations find the better rhyme.
It wasn’t a long way down is what I’ll report;
in fact the trip was rather short.
Fighting so long to keep out the darkness—
now you’ll never know what you’ve missed.
No one broke you the news:
baby you were born to sing the blues.
One track keeps repeating in your soul—
while it takes a physical toll.
And in your mind the cleverest confusion:
a slowly unfolding delusional illusion.

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