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
 [bad word] 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