Drunken Stupor On The Rocks

I awake in a dream
like technicolor and hazy smoke
like fucking a velvet couch
and the water's rising
laid back on burning rocks
and electrifying flow of the river
I laugh as I drown a child
helpless and trapped
but not screaming
not moving
not anymore
I rise to stand
my body moves in shifts of five
repeating the action
again and again as I stumble
dreadlocks writhing in delirium
the vodka's hot now
the sun distilling it
to the sharp bite of rubbing alcohol
the burn suits me more now
and I dunk my hair into the water
but snakes fly out in its place
I stumble back again
wasted in the sand