KOA camp

dredge
nothing
but old weedy
steamboat

bruise poor white jenkins
or
seek trashy
"sky oval "
dropping tears quickly
reshaping themselves
from plans given to us by
crescent moonish eyes
to itch shadow

drank
entirely too much
before dawn

the flee market coming to soon
and ending with five too many belt buckles
and a free turquoise lamp shade
in tow

finished the day off
musing for what looked like animals
in the
failed falling of future night
gathering like litter
between houses
and the outskirts
of every-thing else


Deep Deep Deep
where
moss on the trail
blocks drunk opossums way out
where paved sidewalk ends
and stump gives in to grave stones
dug up
spit out
and hid in