Poetry by Joseph Goosey |

Not Exactly Where I'd Like To Be At 10am This Morning

Tired as a Mississippi
rainbow trout
on hook
and string.

Where is
Rhode Island?

Where is what was once

I am finished with all sorts of clothes
and dumping countless
white dress shirts out on the firey
highway of disenfranchisement...

Poetry starts at 7:13PM
with a cup of coffee
and ends at 3:09AM
with a total sense
of disillusionment.

Poetry can be a stuffy
discomfort in your
nasal passages.

Going to the zoo
watching the Pudurun free while
you wonder about

A letter from a
pale girl long
believed deador at least
written off.

Poetry is inching
slowly forward
toward the vast