I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys.

And 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___ing 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...

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