s./j. goldner - untitled 4

upside down in a Philadelphia crowd -
like keeping my wit on lockdown,
out at the bars Manayunk to Center
and the boys become prettier.

Turf Club off Packer Ave
drunk CEOs straddling wallets like
the curse of the libido

jock town, USA, as viewed along the
Skukyll:
come brothers, come lovers.


Fall 2006

s./j. goldner

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