You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep<br />
Where seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquies<br />
While picking snails from the river of the valley<br />
Don't see the storm clouds piling up so quietly<br />
<br />
The rushing river rattlesnakes your legs<br />
And baby boy's got you drinking from the dead<br />
As you lick your lips and paddle for the levee<br />
The sinking banks are sifting through your teeth<br />
<br />
As you float up, see the river skins the valley<br />
And strips the sleeping sediment of memory<br />
<br />
You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep<br />
The withered river sputters at your feet<br />
And all around the sound is slow and muddy<br />
The sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves<br />
<br />
As you wake up, see the river skins the valley<br />
You'd love to wash this summer from your memory
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