A year later and our canvas dwelling
Shows battle scars
The rest quite the same
Except the neon tube
Prefers to blink than light
The 5 mattresses feel about
A years use worse
Mine bedded a sumo and his wife
My back would tell you
The dark aluminium green shed still houses
The shitter and the kitchen
the latter behind the other
some kind of rage the wrestler had
if the canvas could talk
Awake we’d remain all night
we did for a while
but now the loud car
of the fucker took flight
with him gone our neighbour
can sneeze 3 times in peace again
under our breathe we laugh
siesta over and the camping awakens
drone of music by the pool
and administrative information in Italian
only for those who understand
going to swim now with my dad