From The Snake's Back on Ugly River (Haikus)

Serpentine flourish

cradled by a toxic vein,

filled with brown water.


Boats like pathogens,

adrift in the murk, do stray;

but not far, for long.


I tolerate glare;

my observations suffer,

but I shan't despair,


though I am aware

of the leaks I have sustained.

I envy their hulls;


those stolid vessels.

They endure the waste, and shine

in spite of the grime.


However I must

accumulate so much bilge -

where are my rotors?


My anchor's chain rots,

the barnacles are roosting.

Sutures, all for not.