John Goosey


Over the Counter

The executive editor of Billboard magazine says it ain't possible


Fake glasses

looking through a two-way window I thought

it was

a one-way.


This is sad.


A middle-eastern circumference asks for identification.


A police officer wants to have a word

with you

in the corner of the gallery.


I leer over the counter, her straight teeth disgust,

but somehow

that sour-cream smile

contains a laughter

with which

I could dance.



John Goosey © 2009