WATER MOCCASIN

WATER MOCCASIN

I waa thinking
of a dream poem
about a new
dream body

when all of a sudden
a mud-coloured water moccasin
broke through the surface
of my flow
    alerting me to
the inescapable nature of entropy
and the primeval structure
of my being

and here the skunk odours
of this approaching viper
alerted me
at once to the dingy, tawdry, drab
undercurrents
of all life

and so
    I sensed it best to put
all dream-minded thoughts
on hold, let
     them back burn for
the night

water mocassin gliding
effortlessly by
  not as ornery a reptile
as is
    the reputation.