I was a quick-wit 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,
******* 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