by Gus Goldberg
Coronas
Why do I still feel lonely for you
And reminisce about your past
As I'm crowded with bodies breathing
In a too warm room to saturate the dry air
It’s not cool to think of a love lost
As singers sing of lost love
And friends sip Coronas
In this moody aura set by the long haired boy in yellow boots
But I still think you would hate this music
And I would love to listen to it with you
Fireside
Sweat drips like molasses
And mosquitoes coagulate
On bare calves
As we sit around
a burnt out fire
And don’t look
At the moment
we rest in
Complaining about bugs
And saying what
we will change
Next time
On a Street Corner
On a street
corner
Several hours after
dark
Visible from her
door
A young woman waits
Her hair pulled
up
Disheveled
A lamp stands
above
A fight separated
them
And she waits
For her love
to fight
For her and
she will yield
easy
But he isn’t
charming
At home scrubbing
dishes
disheveled
But he is her
love
And she waits
Second Floor Views I
Conversation drools under
Speckled laughter in tight
Corridors of graphite and rubber
Making standing silent necessary
Second Floor Views II
A white room with white chunks ripped out
Tangible emptiness leaking in as his lens
Tries to adjust to the dark space, fails
Iris lets his brain rest in the remaining white
The thin plastic gifts, the smell of gardenias
And he breaths for a moment,
Two
And the floor glows phosphorescent
As he turns towards the curtain
Dark Eyes
Sweet girl with the dark eyes
You’ve captured many boys
With a single wine tinted smirk
But have been burnt too many times
And have burnt some I love
But I know you fear hurt
The hard conversation after a kiss
The shattered friendship unable to be swept up
But I’m proud of your honest
knife to the ribs
And I’m proud of your hopeful
Dissatisfaction with the past
And I hope that you find that
You are lovely, worthy
As you stand miles away
From anyone
Gus Goldberg doesn’t know how to write
a thing to sound interesting.
He lives in downtown Billings
and studies a lot and reads a lot
and works some
and
only drinks
good coffee.
He believes cats are easier pets
than dogs.
He likes living in downtown Billings.
His wife is hotter than he is and he’s
ok with that.
Poetry is helpful.
