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

P**g 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