Monthlies at the Morning Star

By Joseph Goosey

The plans have been laid through December.

I gotta ask, Bianca,
Alexis, Sandra, how can you commit
so far in advance? I don’t even enjoy
telling you at three thirty in the afternoon
where I’ll be at six.

Don’t you ever get disturbed
watching past seasons of 60 Minutes all day
and come night feigning old age by drinking
an eleven dollar bottle of Pinot
chugging a spring roll
and consuming Ken Burns documentaries until the point of bleed?

Don’t you get disturbed? Bianca,
are you sometimes confused
for that porn star who’s angle is to be hairy? Bianca,
are you that porn star who’s angle is to be hairy?

I was in a community, once,
and panicked outright, locking myself in the dressing room
of a Baby Gap.

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ALSO…MEXICO!!!

By Joseph Goosey

The absence of my success can be attributed to my refusal of the treadmill.

I saw your father today,
I used his first name and I think that got him excited.

Maybe your father is really a puppy?

Some day I’m going to buy a Huskie
and that will shut everybody’s thin little mouth.

It’s a part of the times,
to loathe Mickey Mouse
but I think he’s alright.

Have you been to Epcot Center lately?

It’s really international commerce legal slave trade at it’s peak
attractiveness.

I’d like to live inside Epcot Center with you and my Huskie.

Morocco, probably,
they’ve got an excellent Baklava.

France, maybe,
blacking out for more $$$ is delicious.

America, no way,
they only sell
chicken tenders
with one type
of fucking mustard.

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