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| ***BIO*** Joseph Goosey wishes to escape his residence in Jacksonville, Florida.He has one chapbook available via Poptritus Press and one forthcoming via Shadow Archer Press. He is currently at work and would like to leave so he can buy a $1 Guinness. He loves you for reading |
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| BANJO TUNES |
| by Joseph Goosey |
| Pacing the room praying
to a god you don't call that the chandelier will malfunction. The air conditioner sings as you tell me I do not care for your poems. I care for your poems. I say. But poems aren't tigers and they can't play your favorite banjo tunes when you are in need of consolation, so it's a wet subject any way you spit. Mr.Spradley comes quick to fix everything. We don't know his first name and he thinks we are your brother. They don't make shit like they used to make shit, he shouts, leaning on your car. No, Mr.Spradley, I guess they don't. It's hot. He says. It's always hot the whole mulch floor is a pretty metal. I'll be in the attic. He says. Let me know, I say, if you discover an exit. |
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| Dec. 2009 |
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