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