camp whatever, 2008

in the middle of the woods, by the parkway
picking up trash and dead soldiers, she said
'sleep sleep sleep, cuz when you wake up you'll be all alone'

piss and shit and slugs all over camp whatever
drunken adonis, drunken bull, drunken wound
two, laying spoons on the ground, we found ourselves
beating each other about the head, with meat fists,
we left ourselves behind

horseshoes, wheat cent, needles and beer
dreams of knives, the roar of raw pain
scarred, scared, skid row, scattered
faces tattered with small cuts like red kites
lovely little lawn mower bites
already starting to heal