PETER BERGHOEF

LOST GROUND

the barn a yawning voice
asking for the butter
clanging in the dark
rejecting beer cans
the skyline full
of ruined car rides

 

ISTHMUS

and the award for worst river
goes to this one
I am trapped by a marching band
it is covering
each end of the canyon
entire areas
are already lost
tell me again
about your placemats
about the stovepipe hat
you swore you once owned