Flood Pt.1

You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
 Where seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquies
 While picking snails from the river of the valley
 Dont see the storm clouds piling up so quietly
 The rushing river rattlesnakes your legs
 And baby boys got you drinking from the dead
 As you lick your lips and paddle for the levee
 The sinking banks are sifting through your teeth
 As you float up, see the river skins the valley
 And strips the sleeping sediment of memory
 You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
 The withered river sputters at your feet
 And all around the sound is slow and muddy
 The sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves
 As you wake up see the river skins the valley
 Youd love to watch this summer from your memory