I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for
coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison
rats curl through the wide
fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain
stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down