Joseph Goosey – 3 poems

 

GONNA START WRITING UNDER THE PSEUDONYM REGINA SPEKTOR SO IF YOU GET A SUBMISSION FROM REGINA SPEKTOR DON’T FEEL SEXUAL OR SOCIAL PRESSURE TO ACCEPT IT

& the experience on the whole is comparable
to blowing that entire Florida A&M Marching 100 hazing controversy
out your nose
& into the toilet –

the entrance be compromised

Whether we smolder together or solo
neither fruit is desirable

When the egg makes a run for the uterus
the mote really stifles

There sits a thickness so bald
I retire to my ruined estate

Among contemporaries
there seems to be an unjustifiable interest
in the sentence
and also trees
but what’s a tree

when the tremble continues


I LIKE TO SEE SMILES ON THE FACES OF MY EMPLOYEES

I like to hear news of the death post-burial
This is the story in which everyone but myself has just purchased a race horse
I sleep within discarded hairs and strive
for a small space in which to cultivate said fungus
In New York there would be constant pressure
mainly on emanating from the drinks alone
to experience some balloon-centric silent performance
A quality umbrella is one which requires maximum audience participation
And the bone aches teeth of a season
Being consumed by irate wildlife is the most fun of my concerns
Kenneth Patchen was terrible at big game hunting
Your response is water I wait
I am James Franco in that thing where he eats his arm
in that cave Nvm That was The Descent
which got four stars in my local paper even though the creatures

had down syndrome and could have easily been avoided
Facts pissed upon
subsequently perceived as new
but none is new when the area milk does not sour
and the porn is increasingly banal
dumb lest suffocation
                                Hello we’re here to foreclose on your home
Unless of course you cum on our tits
I’d rather watch a real foreclosure involving weeping

and southern realism is so boring
cool gift god
how about a cupcake
to top off such disappointment


SO MANY RATS IN THE COMMUNITY WHO KNOWS

There was a vision of complete animation
It was called Alice In Wonderland
No it was called The Wizard of Oz
Wherein one had to die and hope
they end up on the other side of the castle wall
but in this all I did was talk
to the receptionist who went on and on
about how she’d tried so many times
by fire rope ice candlestick
by revolver by water-boarding
crucifixion
anything just name it
and each time she just ended up right back
at this same goddamn reception desk
She went even so far
as to recommend living

There will be a pressure hose today
Be certain to move your car

All I do Candace
is watch 30 Rock until my eyes bleed
or I run out of Wavy Lays
I want you
to believe my problems are at least second world
but they’re all such cheese
so properly sealed

 

Joseph Goosey lives in Jacksonville, Florida and does not like it. His most recent thing is called WE, THE INSTITUTIONALIZED and can be read at notapunkrockpress.com. To make money he reads court records.

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