2 poems by Joseph Goosey

A LOCATION OF YOUR CHOOSING

I am deteriorating
backwards.

I am shivering
indoors
at a time
when jackets
are attractively
priced.

For so long I dug
a ditch
at a location
of your choosing
that I forgot
just why I was in
the corrections system
in the first
place.

© Joseph Goosey

 
SIMILAR GRAVES

While listening to the geese argue and fuck
among soaking McDonald's bags, I open the mail
and receive a letter from Annie that says
for a long time we were crawling toward similar graves
but now she has purchased
a plot amongst her ancestors
and she is
not very apologetic
in tone.
Nothing can be done about my burial or lack thereof
so I get in the car and am thankful
that it is the kind of car I can figure out
how to put into drive
and I know
that's very little in the scheme
of your international
focus but it is an amount
that is just ripe enough
to nudge me
from my
pier.

© Joseph Goosey