snakes

Big river snakes
In streams and little lakes.
Dark odor roiling.
Soup scent boiling.

I'm treading water.
Why do I even bother?
I can see the shiny shore.
Getting there means so much more

Splashing.
Hopes that fear dashing.
Teeth gnaw and gnashing.
It’s not my place

To judge this sickened race.
They don’t know better
And to the letter
They stick

To selfish, horny solace.
Shallow wallet mollusks
Wandering and willing.
Cavities that need filling

On empty calories.
Mikes and Mallorys
Find each other
At Spring break druthers.

Play catch the frisbee,
Is he or isn’t she?
Shiny know nothing.
Happy hole humping.

Then a hot shower.
So clean, they're sour.
These snakes that need feeding.
By the hour, they're up breeding.

My aches still go needing
In lakes. Rinse. Repeating.

11/18/20​