his sweet waters

i never have those dreams anymore
where the blue inviting water
of swimming pool or lake
curve me into a slick-fish dive
that lazy crawl
where arms slice, palms pull
only to find the water's not as advertised
turning brown

full of floating crap and litter
foul
burning eyes and driving me to
look for the sides or
banks suddenly so far away
and i'm left holding my breath
trying not to swallow shit...
i never have those dreams any more