Two drunks are underneath my trailer.
                          These uninvited guests have crawled in to sleep.
                          Smells of urine and defecation
                          waft through prosaic board.
                          I hose it down in the morning,
                          spread boric acid amend skirting.
                          The next night familiar voices grumble
                          about the inconvenience.
                          They refer to me indirectly
                          as that control freak.
                          Our trailer park manager makes inquiries.
                          He reassures me. The reopening of next door's
                          drive-in-theater has attracted
                          the awards crowd. Everything
                          should return to normal once
                          the categories are decided. 

Colin James has a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press. He lives in Massachusetts...........direct link to SMP titles