Joseph Goosey

MERRILY TO THE HOSPITAL WE GO

 

 

I sport a cardigan like a boss. Don’t you

just hate lame language? It’s so difficult

to be contemporary or classic. There’s got to be some medium

who can put me in contact

with the ghosts of those who know.

 

We move into the country

to eat our children in peace.

 

Right now I’ve only a couple bucks

but some day our parents will pass out.

 

We’ll sell all their properties in Boca

and our pants will finally fit.

 

Looking back on my fatal car crash

there were some enjoyable moments.

 

Not sleeping. Not sleeping and eating breakfast and going to work

and doing that repeatedly without noticing. I’ve really got to raise my glass

to Lisa, here’s to your resilience girl,

for keeping perfect pace

with rat kings of the mind.